Still Searching For a Life

The second batch of request ponies!

Go my Goslings!!!

Same thing with some fun colours below the cut!

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond. 

I should stop drawing with my finger. Fkn Annoying.

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the buried/ the vast/ the eye

the dark/ the end/ the hunt

I created an artbook about entities as a final project for college, and I would like to share the works from there!