Art of Natasha Sharpe

I look at them, they look at me, they see me looking, they look away. But drawing them helps me love the train and refills my fondness for humanity. And you know, every drop counts. 

This spice apartment belongs to my grandmother and has a rich inner dialogue, I just know it. 

Thank you to the benevolent universe for reuniting me with the one that got away. Good fortune is already smiling down on 2020, I hope you can feel it too.  

I wasn’t at this party but heard it was really something 

Sneaky ponytail poisons its host 

Inktober 19: Natasha & Natasha awaken slowly on Sunday morning.

Inktober 18: Two happily married Natashas at home with their daughter Natasha. 

Inktober 15-17: How does one hold a pen with a hoof, anyways.

Inktober 13: In real life this moment was joyful but as a drawing it decided to be somber.

Inktober 7-13: All my imaginary friends are falling in love.

Inktober 6: I do love traveling, I do love sleeping like this.

Inktober 5: This karaoke session was off the hook until an adoring fan got too inspired & tried to bite off a piece of the action.

Inktober 4: Conjuring the Canada goose of positivity for my grandma & anyone else in need of some tender feathery healing today 

Inktober 3: This is must be why you keep waking up in the middle of the night. 

Inktober 2: Careers and achievements are super important but hey, so are dancey circles 

Inktober 1: For the unrooted, the world oozes with potential.

Right on, "August Explorations” at Jones Beach Bar, for providing endlessly rich material and giving me somewhere to go on Wednesday nights :~)