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Mia the British Shorthair Cat (2024)
A pet portrait painting of a cute grey British Shorthair cat named Mia, laying in the grass, which was her favorite thing to do. Acrylic painting on 9x12 inch (22.9 x 30.5 cm) stretched canvas, March 2024.
A big thank you to @whitedarkmoonflower for trusting me with capturing your girl's beauty on canvas! This was a fun one to paint due to all the subtle colors in her fur, as well as those fiery copper orange eyes! Grey fur has so much variation in colors from the lighting. It can appear blue or even violet in some areas, and creamy white in others. I also had a blast painting the grass and the out-of-focus background.
Source: psychedeliczen.com
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Beaver Swamp, Algoma - Lawren Stewart Harris , 1920.
Canadian , 1885-1970
Oil on canvas , 120.7 x 141 cm. 47 1/2 x 55 1/2 in.
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Cerberus, 2022
I cannot believe I never posted this, as it's one of my favorite art pieces I've done in years. A painting of my darling nephew, Buckley.
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Star Shower ⭐✨ 🌟
It's finally raining in California! Time to draw all the rain 🌧️ ☔
HD images and video process are found on my Patreon
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Strike of the Ballerinas
Nicolaas Van Der Waay
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Tiny paint brusssshhhhhhhh!
Here I am painting until my replacement comes in, but let's gooooooo!
Her chiffon summer dress gently moved in the breeze like a ripple in the water's surface. The fabric was foreign to him, the brightly painted flowers more vibrant than many silk painters could ever achieve.
She waved him over, "Come here a second, would ya?"
He stood at her side as she held his arm to balance as she unclasped her summer sandles. He raised the arm she held onto, to her back. Not making contact, but there just in case should she teeter too far backwards.
It was when she shifted to the other foot that she did indeed teeter. Not backwards, however, face first to the ground. He lurched forward, catching her. Only to also be pulled to the lush green grass of summer.
She laughed nervously, about to apologize about her plights with gravity.
However, her words caught in her throat at the sight of him. He'd ensured that'd she'd not come to harm, his arm catching behind her head. Even his great pelt was cushioned under her. His hand firmly on her hip, "Tell this one next time you should need to rest."
She blushed madly, "I wasn't trying-"
"To woo this one," he scoffed, "I have my doubts."
She felt the heat in her cheeks, "You're so full of it!"
"Doubts," he queried, then nodding, "Indeed."
Her thoughts stilled a moment, "Why would I need to 'woo' you if you agreed to go on a date with me?"
He seemed to mull over this a moment, "Hmm, indeed."