GRAVEL EATER

Much like snowshoe hares and arctic foxes, some unicorns grow a fluffy white coat to keep them warm in the winter. Unlike the snowshoe hares and arctic foxes, however, these unicorns know exactly how pretty they look in them.

#christmas #winter #unicorns #fantasyart #watercolor #coloredpencil

it is okay to feel alone most of the time.. this is a common thing that will pass.. eventually every thing will feel a sense of loneliness.. and in a way that makes us less lonely..

i hope that the birds around and far can hear my words and view it as a tasteful and creative song in their language..

That Is Me, A Drawing! overhead hangs a keychain, expressing HAWAII..

BELIEVE FOREVER, THE TRUTH YOU BELIEVE !!

a horse stands, its' shadows contrast.. behind sits the sun, red and hot ! watch out horse.. do not forget non-toxic sunscreen..

look a gift horse in the mouth

Dude I love my friends…… they’re so cool.

together, two horses drink from the bank of a bed of water.. from where they gulp, each ripple cross and intertwine.. two horses met with one fate.. trees loom behind them, holding only the past and future..

i bask in recovery.. the echo of a whinny entraps my soul.. and saves me from harm..

Dale Cooper.

AAAOOOOWWWW !!! even in pain.. i must go forth.. and continue no matter what..

THE BOUNDARIES OF CREATIVITY AND WISDOM CAN ALWAYS BE CROSSED INTO THE OTHER WORLD. WHETHER IT BE MAN, ANIMAL, OR OTHERWISE. share this post if the thought of a new mammal with striped fur intrigues you...

Anyone Can Do Anything.

be not afraid to lick the side of a mug when a droplet spills.. become the strongest version of yourself you can become.

PLANT COMMUNICATION (SPEECH_TO_SPEECH): COMMENCE DAY 1

perhaps the gift of carbon geometry.. can be conveyed through conceptual dance.. as a method of explanation.. 🐴

horses graze upon an open field.. the rapid bloom and overhead tranquility suggest a springtime attitude.. trees loom overhead, lovingly providing fresh air.. a being manifests within the middle, hoping to reach out and say hello to the horses around..

perhaps they were right. maybe the groove really is in our hearts.. and if you don't have a heart.. then the groove is embedded into your soul.. stitched lovingly by the knitter who has intertwined the being that you are..

i hope every thing in the world watches over me when i eat a lovely bowl of breakfast !!!

texting from the inside of a cloud.. which one?.. it is up to you to decide the visuals of this cloud that i am in.. and hopefully you picture a relaxing cloud.. and not one on fire..

a horse of wonder, lounges upon the dirt floor, basking in the shade.. perhaps this horse dreams of sheep? or perhaps even water, and a nice stack of hay..

plagued… with stomach ache… can a singular scientist fix this?

do you think they felt the breeze of love in the air before encasement? before extinction, where had the pollen gone?.. many such things…

been heavily intrigued by the concept of flying pigs.. can this be done? can we accomplish this level of absurdity? perhaps the pigs, once airborne, will congratulate us.. with Skywriting..

been into bugs lately.. heard they’ll release a new one.. i’ll look further into this..

maybe love can conquer all.. if we scour through the mail.. You’ve Got Mail (1998)

more chefs are born by the minute… the broth will never spoil…! this is the future of Humanity !!!