February 2012
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The gnarled hand spanned the foot-and-a-half distance in milliseconds, like the angry branch of an ancient tree. It gripped my arm with hesitation. I continued to stare at its unmoving form. The skin was dry - almost reptilian - catching the light and throwing it right back. There was decades of dirt embedded in it, so deep it might as well have been written in genetic code. I half expected to...
Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 16th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 5th
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Give the gift of art. →
A portion of the proceeds will be donated (to two causes). Read more about the donations here.
Feb 3rd
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It's my birthday (and that's actually irrelevant)!
iuiuiulia: And to celebrate, I’ll be donating to The Random Act!!! As of right now, I haven’t earned my goal total to donate. So, I’m going to extend my deadline to the end of the month. :) If you guys would like to help, you can donate directly to the random act. Or, if you’d also like to help me out, you can purchase artwork at my society6 and redbubble. The money I’ve earned from my sales...
Feb 3rd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 2nd
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Feb 1st
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January 2012
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Jan 29th
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I will be here for an hour or so. Join me ~ →
Jan 25th
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iuiuiulia: Some people have been asking about my painting process.  So, I was thinking, if enough people are interested I could set up a live stream? And we can chat and you guys can watch how I work (it’s just going to be a live stream of my monitor, if that changes anything).  Let me know if you’re interested. I’ll probably have time for the live stream this weekend, so let me know and I can...
Jan 24th
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iuiuiulia: The Ritual She owned a bottle of red nail polish. It was an impossible shade, the type of red one only saw behind closed eyelids while staring at the sun. The nail polish, like all makeup, wasn’t even a luxury anymore. It was sheer stupidity, a waste of priceless time when one could be cleaning their weapons or tending to wounds.  He always sat in front of her, folded up on the...
Jan 23rd
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Sep 25th
Just drew on the last page of my sketchbook
I like this feeling.
Sep 23rd
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