'person' is a pencil sketch that I did trying to show action of some kind. It is a sketch using my version of Cubism using cubes, squares, triangles and rectangles of various sizes. I see a person trying to throw a ball of sorts. I wonder what you see and I hope to read some comments that I would truly appreciate. I have more pictures and color art posted here on Vocal in ART and CRITIQUE. If you are interested in seeing more of my artwork I have published several coloring books and an art book at 'artwanted.com'.
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Mark Graham
I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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Soulmate
'Soulmates' is another part of this 'Dark World' series by L.J. Smith. This is the story of Hannah and Thierry and Maya. Hannah believes that she is not going to see her seventeenth birthday and she needs to know why. She goes to a psychologist, and they do hypnosis that they think will help. This is a story that involves vampires, humans and werewolves and once again try to bring all these factions together to live in peace. Is that going to be possible?
By Mark Grahamabout a month ago in Critique
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By Sabiu Tobia day ago in Critique
Endurant
Falling … falling from a great height is the first memory I have. Followed by waking up to see my chest burst open on a rock, the rough stone covered in strange ancient markings. My legs shattered and limp, and blood gushed all around me. I looked up and saw a face high above, I don’t remember who it was. Just the smile as they looked down on me.
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I will look for your work!