sketch for an illustrated series on a green city — green as in, there are more tigers

Poster for the Cambridge Writers’ Workshop upcoming event in Brooklyn: a Literary Cabaret in honor of the inaugural Brooklyn Lit Crawl.

This one was drawn and colored digitally (except for the lettering at the top: which I drew on paper, and the rest of the lettering is a font ;D) I think I wanna try hand drawing more posters though.

sorry sorry, the reason i don’t post many drawings is that most of them are very silly

i made so many small sketches of LoK peeps.. and hey Aang and Katara <3

anyway thanks guys SO much for the generous attention the River Trout drawing has received. this is not valid repayment i kno, srry :B

also OMG episode 6 OMG (I’m in Europe, and eternally grateful to the speedy Vimeo-bender)

Korra and the Lake Trout

yes it’s more fan-art involving fish - made to rhyme with Mako and the Fire Bird

also the more I watch the show the more I want to draw Korra enjoying herself peacefully without boys or equalists ;________;

thanks to Ming for all the advice, saving my life and my drawings forevarrr

The Taming of the Spirit

My headcanon:

Korra was endlessly doted on and overprotected, so she would escape whenever an excuse presented itself. They didn’t like to let her go hunting, but every Water Tribe girl her age did, after all - and one white day, all the spirits on the South Pole curled their tales around her ankles, braided themselves into the air around her, and beckoned, and coaxed, and the young Avatar wandered off the beaten track, the elements thrumming around her. Behind a snow drift lay curled a young polar bear dog, and as it looked up and met her eyes her entire spirit rose up to greet it. It lumbered onto its feet, towering over her; any other human would have quailed but Korra felt herself reaching out to dig her fingers into its oily, shaggy fur. The polar bear dog’s powerful paws didn’t knock her over. They met their match, and they matched. The spirits of the south rejoiced.

[TL;DR: something I loved in the original series was the mythopoesis and the passing on of the legends, so I am. Doing that. In my brain. Edit: hi-res view to see the details properly, tumblr makes everything so small]

Fishing.

Korra fanart. I imagine everyone in the Southern Water Tribe hunts and fishes to provide food for their family and I bet Korra would come back feeling very zen, with all sorts of tasty fish hanging off her belt. (and remember when Katara tried to waterbend that fish and got Aang instead?)

Inspired by lovely Inuit art. It is more intricate than I could hope to replicate, but have a little tribute anyway.

Illustration for concept | art class.

From the Dutch short storyBoven is het stilby Gerband Bakker. A man is losing his old, frail father. He takes apart his father’s bed and rebuilds it upstairs. His father cries out, sheep, and the son finds a painting downstairs, so dark and clouded that he cannot recognize the sheep on it anymore.

illustration for image|concept class. From a book by Toon Tellegen, Animal Stories.

“I cannot move my head any longer,” said the ant.

“Why not?” asked the squirrel.

“I know too much,” said the ant. His voice sounded serious and depressed.

“What do you know too much?” Asked the squirrel.

“I know everything,” said the ant.

The squirrel looked at him, wide-eyed. He was of the opinion that he knew some things. But he suspected that there were more things he did not know than things that he did. That is why my head is so light, he thought, and turned it back and forth without any trouble.

“Now what?” He asked.

“I am afraid,” said the ant, “that I must forget something.”

This seemed the best option to the squirrel as well. But what should the ant forget? The sun? The flavour of honey-cakes? The whale’s birthday? His winter coat? The ant tried to forget all these things. But it did not make a difference.

“Perhaps you need to forgetme,” said the squirrel at last, very carefully.

“You?”

“Couldn’t you?”

The ant nodded. He closed his eyes. And suddenly he flew up, as if he were a feather in a whirling storm.

The squirrel leapt back. The ant nearly vanished from sight above the trees. Then he fell back to the ground.

“I did forget you, squirrel,” he said, a pained look on his face, rubbing a hand over the back of his head. “But suddenly I thought of you.”

The squirrel looked at the ground and said “It was just a suggestion.”

“Yes,” said the ant.

[a fragment from the lovely story. translated from the Dutch by me]

WIP - Korra Bending! Collaboration between Ming and Roxy

My homie Ming and I are struggling not to get entirely carried away in the enormity that is Legend of Korra fandom (we are failing)

Pencil - Pen - Photoshop, so far at about three hours’ work. To be continued

Train drawing Inspired by the bum of someone who walked by on the train. Alright you crazy birdies i am off to germany for a design workshop, gotta love the european public transport system. Dee ya wednesdee.

Fight Club

Temptation(she should have guessed; it had no left hands.)

(It worshipped her: the soft feet, the limbs and digits it struggled to reproduce. Its temptation of her was her merciless pity of it, that was where they shriveled the flowers.)

Hello, folks, this is me combining hanbok and my brain and etc.

You guys were so nice to take an interest in my silly hair! Thanks for the lovely compliments and here, have a flapper!

(The kanji in the background say 少女時代 or “girls’ generation in old hand drawn Japanese lettering; I found the 少女 somewhere and guessed my own version of the 時代 (good type drawing practice, insert geeky derp heeere)

I do want to post more drawings so maybe I should draw more ggggg

An illustration in three parts as commentary on a column about legislation on prostitution in the Netherlands.

The columnist presents the novel idea of discussing prostitutes’ wellbeing with the prostitutes themselves. Gosh! What a revolutionary idea. My sketches may reflect my opinion on the matter.