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Sat Dec 16, 2023 9:42 pm
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I saw a few people posting their art here, so that inspired me too share mine too :D. I'm still practising my drawing, so please bear with me.


  





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Sat Dec 16, 2023 9:43 pm
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A Pocahontas drawing with pen and afterwards coloured in with waterpaint.

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Sun Dec 17, 2023 5:55 pm
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A girl sitting on the edge of a cliff not aware that there is a fish under her. Watching over her đź’•

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Tue Dec 26, 2023 8:08 pm
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A girl with a mask, wind blowing her hair up: I drew this one during Covid.

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Fri Dec 29, 2023 12:27 am
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A girl dancing in the form of a bird.
(I did this one with charcoal)


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Tue Jan 02, 2024 2:06 pm
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Global Warming Awareness: Mother Earth is Dying


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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien