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blissfully asleep on a Xanax cloud…with my favourite colour palette and details (the stars, the pooling iridescent hair). this is an ode to the drugs that make the world beautiful, sometimes to the detriment of my existence. part 3/3 of my silly drug series

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this was meant to be a floral nasal cavity surrounded by the leafy origins of the things I like to put up there, but my inability to draw symmetrically makes it hard to look at. Still I like the white ink on green I tried out, and the plants turned out alright. part 2/3 of my silly drug series.

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alas poor yorick! inspired by my fiery headaches, with a representation of me curled inside the skull. I enjoy the texture of the skull a lot, and the snake winding through the quadruple eye orifices. and pretty proud of the bright cloudy background. some cheeky weed in there too…since this is part 1/3 of a silly drug series I drew

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silly doodle that I envisioned becoming a skate deck…I wanted it to look vaguely neuronesque, or maybe like a microbe of some sort?

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ocean ladies made of the vibrant colours of the ocean (watercolours on cartridge paper, collage)

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a mermaid butterfly corpse transcending biomes (fun fact: orcas are found in waters across the world)

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imagine a sandworm but gyrados

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sins live in the tangled woods /

described as “labyrinthine” /

collecting a little here, /

a little there, /

hieroglyphs, /

from a blade of grass. /

from a natural chamber, /

not quite a cave /

from the mantle of the oceans

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muse album art layered into a desert fever dream

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from desert (through mountains) to the sea

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some little guys, feeling their feelings

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tempest

feet sinking into dunes, wandering in the darkling desert quietly despondently lost

time whispers by slowly

my thoughts: embers burning slowly on blank stormy paper smoking edges unfurl, ignite

drenched in a dream

life trapped in parched skin weighing down on pleural space wildly rippling through veins

monsoon winds dance

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lil ralts, frolicking in a moonlit garden (posca markers and white ink)

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