Chinese New Year is just round the corner for all who are celebrating. This is the year of the rabbit and i wish all celebrating a happy, healthy and successful year of the rabbit.
I am breaking transmission of what i was going to post to share some Chinese inspired and Chinese themed work with you in celebration of the season.
This is one of my beloved sketches that i kept hidden away in my sketching journal. It is a self portrait in olden times, daydreaming. Some of my best and most important days in my life have been when i have been daydreaming. So this is how it feels in my mind and soul.
A trip into the underworld, accompanied by God in a carriage. The carriage raced in the darkness through a sea of souls, and one must have startled the carriage horse. God looked out the window and calmed the situation, and we raced on our journey.
On this beautiful bridge of love, we stand connected. The tornado is symbolic of the climate change yet to come. We must somehow, do what we can to reach a point of safety before it is too late. Ode to climate change. Completed drawing
We are all on this beautiful bridge of love, dancing talking to each other, dreaming, thinking, eating, drinking, living. What we don’t realise is that the weather is changing right under us…Ode to climate change, partial drawing. Part 2 of the tornado series.
This is my ode to climate change. It is important we talk about these things. It feels like climate change is a tornado under us. Spinning and spinning its energy, like it could be out of control soon. Part 2 of the tornado series. This is a glimpse of a partial drawing.
Hi everyone thank you for following this art page and hello to the new people following this art page. A warm welcome to you all and bear hugs and stuff. I hope you will continue to enjoy the art posts. I’m Desiree and i make the artwork on this page. I hope for all of you that your week is closing on a good note and you will have a great weekend.
This is the completed girl reaching for the tower of books. Its somewhere in the void, in the underworld. Searching for the rarest of books. She perches precariously on a slender cliff face, reaching out delicately to touch the top book. A tall leaning Pisa tower of books. Clothed in twilight, she illuminates the void, trying to see the books, and place them safely in her hand. Her mind focused on what this rare book may contain, here in the deepest of voids.