July 28, 2014
"You should sit in meditation for twenty minutes a day, unless you are too busy. Then you should sit for an hour."

— Zen Proverb (via vawlts)

Apply to art and repeat.

(Source: 3000blackmambas, via 1000reasonsnottostartmakingart)

July 24, 2014


Inspired from my trip to Gatlinburg and Moebius. 

Forest Discussion & Night time Travels

Surprisingly, I really like how these turned out. So I’ll do more gouache and pen studies. 

July 14, 2014


Galileo’s Moon Drawings

"Galileo Galilei did not invent the telescope. The honor is usually reserved for Hans Libbershey, a Dutch eyeglass maker, who was at least the first person to apply for a patent, in 1608. But Galileo was a very early adopter, and improver, of the instrument.

In 1609, he made the drawings above ‘from life,’ the very first realistic renderings of the Moon (now housed at the Biblioteca Nazionale Centrale in Florence). 

Prior to Galileo’s illustrations, virtually no one bothered to represent the Moon with its spots the way it actually appeared.

After his observations, Galileo planned the following year to create an entire series of illustrations, presumably ‘to show how the shadows of individual features changed with the illumination.’

This, however, became unnecessary since ‘even the Jesuit fathers in Rome were convinced that that the Moon’s surface was uneven.

He explained his observations of a coruscated, pitted, and mountainous Moon and included several additional drawings. (He also made scores of drawings of Jupiter and several constellations.) 

Like many scholars of his day, Galileo was also an accomplished draftsman, and like scholars still today, he was required to excel at the fine art of self-promotion, forced not only to compete with his contemporaries, but also to persuade his patrons as well as mollify the institutional authorities.”

July 6, 2014


paintings by dalia hammar

Oh the last picture <3

July 6, 2014
We Need To Talk About Money...


Here are two tales:

1. For about a year (seven years ago before I was a full time freelance illustrator), I was assistant manager in a shoe shop in the Office chain. I worked a 40 hour week, and I was paid monthly. In that time my pay was never late, never short, never ‘misplaced.’ I got my pay…

Websites like ArtPACT help in situations like this.

July 5, 2014
The birthing of the books! With that new book smell. #illustration #mybooks #storytime #thefeels #likeaccomplishment

The birthing of the books! With that new book smell. #illustration #mybooks #storytime #thefeels #likeaccomplishment

July 2, 2014

I can tell

Can I get this in pin form?


I can tell

Can I get this in pin form?

June 25, 2014


Projects from the Illustration Academy! Reviving my Tumblr. Flat assignment, Gary Kelly’s summer fiction North American Review assignment, and Edward Kinsella’s mythical portrait assignment. I did Odin for last week’s.

Digital, digital and monotype, monotype and NuPastel respectively,

My lovely boyfriend is using tumblr! Check out his awesome stuff!

June 21, 2014

I needed a break and a new facebook profile so this happened.I think it turned out pretty well even though I took the photo with my phone.
Media&#160;: gouache and watercolor pencils
Anyone want to buy a self portrait for themselves? :D

Apparently selfies are popular.


I needed a break and a new facebook profile so this happened.
I think it turned out pretty well even though I took the photo with my phone.

Media : gouache and watercolor pencils

Anyone want to buy a self portrait for themselves? :D

Apparently selfies are popular.

June 21, 2014
Peace , love, and cookies.

Peace , love, and cookies.

June 20, 2014
"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."

Caitlin Moran (via scatteredandshining)

(Source: lustsandluxuries, via littlelouandtwo)

June 19, 2014


Marta Marzal.

Paintings by Marta Marzal:

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June 16, 2014


Journey to the Center of the Earth

June 11, 2014

Anonymous said: Hey Sam, I'm trying to find my style in illustration. How did you find yours?


Today I was waiting to cross the street at a corner in Brooklyn. Now, in New York, animals are pretty cozy being near humans and you really need to aggressively invade their space for them to flee in the same way a non-city-dwelling self-preserving animal would. So when I was standing at this street corner and this tiny bird was unflinching, walking near my feet, and then started awkwardly hopping directly in front of a car making a turn, I panicked and jolted after it to herd it away from being crushed. While this definitely angered the driver, I did succeed in getting the little thing onto the sidewalk — however, I quickly noticed that its wing had clearly been extremely banged up.

I don’t particularly like animals, I’ve never owned a pet, and am not a terribly compassionate person, but I do have the bare-minimum feeling of “I don’t like seeing things die” so for the next 10 minutes I chased and scooped this little fucking bird around trying to keep it on the sidewalk because it kept hobbling back into the middle of the street. At one point my scoop-throw resulted in it getting solid hang time and seemingly soaring off, only for it to quickly arc back towards me in a boomerang fashion and hop back into traffic. I looked like an absolute idiot, I’m sure that I got all kinds of weird bird diseases in the process, but I was so frustrated by this bird’s poor decision making that for those 10 minutes, I kept with it. It hopped to its near death, I scurried after it and scooped it back onto the sidewalk. Hopped again, scurried, scooped, saved, then back again. It was like helping every friend anyone has ever had who makes terrible choices and then continues to make them. Eventually though, my patience wore thin and I wasn’t about to take it home, nurse it back to health with a tiny yet adorable wing bandage, and become emotionally invested in its well-being only for it to one day fly away. So I walked away. Most people did just that from the get go, others stood and watched, some would make awkward little half-steps to try to help too, and after I left, maybe someone far better took on the potential heartbreak and made a micro-wing-splint out of toothpicks and tissue paper, then lovingly named it Pidgeotto … but I was presented with a situation and I handled it in the way that felt natural to me. It was exactly what I would do. There were a million other things to do instead that could’ve been more helpful, more interesting, more evil, more apathetic, and everything in between — but this particular set of actions was mine — the most natural thing I could do.

I tell you this dumb little story as a response to your very explicitly artsy question, because a) deal with it and 2) style just isn’t formed through a plan. It’s not a set of rules and guidelines that you follow and check off as you create a painting. If I need to lay down a brushstroke, I’m not thinking how I should do that, the length, the pressure, the speed, the color, the variation, the texture — I’m just laying a line down in the way that feels most natural to me in that moment. I can gather a thousand images that other people have made and say “I like these colors or this lighting or this line work or this composition or this whatever” and I do, but at the end of the day, I can only like those styles passively because when pen meets paper (so to speak), my personality and affinity for doing things in my own way will always beat out what’s right, wrong, better, worse, trendier, sexier, uglier, or different. We CAN follow guidelines to make our work look like other work or to do what seems like the most obvious choice when confronted with an injured bird with very poor self-preservation skills, but I found my style through dumb little situations like these where I wasn’t following a bible of moral or artistic codes, just by doing exactly what I would do. Not my fantasy version of myself who can paint exactly like Caravaggio and heroically slow-motion dived to save an innocent bird from an Escalade driven by Hitler while Natalie Dormer watched, but the one who paints like I do and bumbles around swearing at a bird to not get itself killed for 10 minutes and then giving up because there was a clear language barrier between us and I wasn’t prepared for a long-term commitment with pidgeotto.

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June 10, 2014


Suzanne Walsh.

Artist Suzanne Walsh creates her work via detailed wood burning and soft washes of paint.  See more of her work below:

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