Don Balke (American, b. 1933). Deer Mouse, 1986. Gouache and watercolor on board.
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@jumpde
Don Balke (American, b. 1933). Deer Mouse, 1986. Gouache and watercolor on board.
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I love getting unaccompanied minors (kids flying alone) who so clearly just. Don't want to be here lol. Sometimes I get to know a little of their story, like their parents are divorced, or a family member died and they're heading to the funeral, but usually they just don't want to talk about it and that's fine. But I always treat the flight like it's a challenge to make them smile. I offer them snacks and soda but that's never enough, that's whatever, they could get those from an airport vending machine. Chump change. So then I tell the worst jokes. Just the most embarrassing, kindergarten teacher, annoying dad jokes you can think of. And those always get a groan, or a "Seriously??" And that's my in! Now I can say "Why, what's your idea of a good joke? No, come on hotshot, make your best joke, let's see it." And they hem and they haw but of course they eventually tell me their very best joke because kids are little competitive comedy goldmines. And it's always super funny, so I laugh, and that's where they slip up. Because you know what you almost always do when your joke successfully makes someone laugh? You smile. And I'm like. Gotcha. Rookie move. Now you're going to end up having a good time in spite of yourself. I win.
Did this with an 11yo u.m. today and he said "What did the ghost say to the other ghost?" And I said "What?" "Nothing. Ghosts aren't real."
I'm literally a flight attendant, offering snacks and drinks is my job
I've been thinking about this for a long time and still came to the conclusion that Toothless needs a concept.
I drew a little bit of my mixed concept of Toothless + Turuk + Thanator, then I sketched what Toothless would look like in the form of individual animals (because in previous psots they wrote to me that one of the other variations would suit him better), but I nevertheless came to the conclusion that it would be better to redesign Toothless again and not refer him to any of the species from the film.
(and ikrans' ears are so funny)
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Character: Lance
Visual storytelling assignment about parallelism!! I chose to draw me and my sister running away (here!). We run away to the woods all the time, this was the only time we actually got lost and ended up in a whole different city before we figured our way back
You couldnt come up with a jollier name for a bird if you tried
this thang has one of my favorite ebird descriptions of all time
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Pink-eared Duck (Malacorhynchus membranaceus), family Anatidae, order Anseriformes, found in disconnected regions of Australia
photographs: Val S., David Taylor, JJ Harrison
I just realized that apparently I never shared this series here on Tumblr?? Â
I call it Living Paintings, as they are recreations of extinct animals that some artists actually saw and painted from memory, a long time ago.
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Recent updates to this series: Glyptodon and Thylacine!
the water fountain in the 24h gym displays light-hearted little messages when you use it. "use me to stay refreshed!", "impress yourself!", that kind of thing
tonight, at 3am, while I was completely alone in the gym, it gave me a message i haven't seen before
"dare you to turn around and smile at the person behind you :)"
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I have been busy... There's a gallery near me doing an open call for art based on folklore so I'm doing a black dog based piece.
Some vague concept sketches and the head sculpt I'm using. I was originally thinking about having the background done in the style of well dressing but that would be heavy, difficult to transport and also probably not hold up to being in a gallery for a month. Still planning on using mostly natural materials; I've been drying flowers from our garden this week that should be getting involved.
Wood engravings by Colin See-Paynton. ~ "Loons" ~ "Puffins" ~ "Tiding of Magpies"
Artist from Berriew, Powys, Wales. Born 1946.
Images courtesy of Bircham Gallery, UK.
Nightfury Sketch
little owls and cow parsley, may 2026.
I just… love them so much…
Experimented with my art style a bit on my OCs!
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.Â
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.Â
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.