My studio’s finally moved to Carrd! Pretty spacious there with bigger walls, a lot more cabinets for storage, and a lot more room for ideas. I’ll still be taking some strolls here on X, but all details on Prices, Guidelines, and Studio Status can now be found at

Standing out in a garden of flowers was a tall lady in a black flowy dress. Walking beside her was a teenage girl and a misty cat tailing them both. The girl looks up, listening intently, while the tall woman takes her time studying the flowers and demonstrating their first aid

Phew, slots filled! How times have changed. From waiting in a tent like a kid behind a lemonade stand to one keeping long lines in order, I'm thankful for every slot filled. So sorry not everyone can be accommodated, but we'll meet again soon. Have a safe journey ahead!

Welcome, travellers of far and wide! Newly renovated studio is now open for portraiture! Please make sure to read the Guidelines for proper securing of slots. Thank you!

One too little, two too many? Halfway is the sweet spot! Half Body Portraiture is now available. More details can be found on I'll be opening commissions in a couple of days. So, stick around for updates!

My commission opening happens this Sunday! It'll be some busy days ahead. So, this'll be one of the last few times I'll be traditionally pasting paper announcements on my show window. From here on out, I designed a homunculus to do the better job for me. For updates on my

Kind of messy back in the studio with the ongoing renovation. For the meantime, I've been having plenty of sunlight with outdoor portraiture. Were it not for it, I would have missed the news. Regular potions of healing now costs GP 60, temporarily I hope. Unpredictable times in

Petal's Story:

In a stack of papers and canvases, there was a small leaf inserted there. On it was painted a portrait with brushstrokes so harsh and rushed as if painting an S.O.S. I knew my detect magic couldn’t lie! He was too quick and maybe too small to notice, but surely the little guy

Thank you for all your wonderful stories and artworks! I had a ton of fun looking and reading through all of them. Plenty of heartfelt and humorous ones! It’s not easy peering into ourselves and finding out our inadequacies and shame. To go through it and, most of all, see the

All entries have been amazing so far! 😳 Only one day left ‘til my Portrait Giveaway closes. (See my pinned post for more details.)

Seven yellow canaries tailing a man so frail,.Seven parts to a rod, scattered all across the land. Seven gold pieces worth of fancy ale,.And seven days left ‘til my Giveaway comes to an end.

Today was quite different as the room felt more lively with bees buzzing while I painted. I did say my studio was pet-friendly, but I surely wasn’t ready for this one. They weren’t ordinary bees. Instead, they were fey-like and had only one mission - to feed off of Beckett’s

✏️It was taught to me by my professors that you can learn a thing or two about yourself when you draw your own portrait. You’ll have moments of realisation during the process where the true and false begin to surface, and the things you say to yourself become transparent. So, I'm

The first time I held a pen and ruined my mother’s journal with my first stick man, I knew then that drawing was the only thing I ever wanted to do. It’s only portraiture, but the world to me seemed to become bigger with each visitor that came by the studio, learning from your

It had been quiet in the room. The sound of my scribbling on the canvas was rather louder. I had a big burly man sitting for a portrait today, and he had been still in a contented kind of way. To break the ice, Sir Maynard made small talk, and in the strangest accent, he asked

I read it in a novel once, a mother looking for her two boys. ‘Twas an endeavour that drove her insane, a story that mirrored real life in a time when the world began to change. It was not a happy story, maybe a little too much for the faint-hearted, but such stories of simple

During break, I started to prepare my wet materials for underpainting. I tried to look busy as, already, I had a little smile on my face. We were three in the room, but the air was meant for two. I can hear their shuffling from across the room while they readied to return to

Not the typical knightly paladin, quite rogue-like in character, and monk-like in physique. That’s Ira Ivyhawk for you. The hours seemed to pass by quickly with Ira’s expressive and plentiful stories of all things great and small. I didn’t notice the sun set! I’ve met many