Doodlenoodle333 - Doodle's Art Blog

I’m 34 in a week. Aging doesn’t bug me like it used to, really the only bummer is that birthdays get less interesting as you age. 34 is also the last year you can get a magician for your party- it’s true, it’s a law, look up “wizard rule 34” to learn more

hey artist

if you have a brain that really likes creating stuff, like

like u REALLY just love to make stuff,

I want you to know something.

this is very, very important

• you do not need to make something every day to still be an artist, it's okay to relax and enjoy things other people have made

• even if you don't finish your projects, they are still valuable

• big number on social media is the most painful thing to pursue and it relies heavily on luck and does not determine your worth

• you need to make art that isn't up to your artistic standards before you'll have the skills to create art you can be truly proud of

• drink some water. it's not related to being an artist but I know you're dehydrated.

"Wow omg you drawwwww? I wish I was a drawer soooo bad omg I suckkkk so bad at arrrt"

me:

Kirin doodles after almost two years xD

Contest entry for the bbno$ fursona drawing contest on TikTok hosted by KikiChaosCreations!

One of my concept pieces for my class! I don’t have a lot of practice drawing background and full scenes like this so it was definitely a different challenge! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ #art #digitalart #digitalillustration #drawing https://www.instagram.com/p/CFLNjUlHdK9/?igshid=v759xsfag6fs

Playing with some colors and got carried away. The Knight in some situations.

Witchcraft artfight for TUVVIN

Dealing With Feral Cats (July, 2022)

Transcript:

“I am not meant for people. Other people are meant for people. Some, more than others. But it seems like all people find their people eventually. I must be different. I should know better by now. I must have been born different. We look the same, you and me, but there must be something wrong with me. I do not talk the right way. I do not feel the right way. I do not want the right way. I do not love the right way. I do not know the right way. Always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always, it feels like I am too little of the right thing and too much of the wrong thing. I feel that I could change but it would mean lying to myself. Lying that I like people, want people, understand people, deserve people. It’s fine, though, I’m fine I’m fine. Feral cats have a way of dealing with people. And, people have a way of dealing with feral cats. End.”