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“Sorority”
Quick sketch about Mel’s relationship with Noamí, but furrified.
“Do you know what I actually find weird? That I’ve never seen you cry. Not even once.”
Drawing of sweet girl Melora. Kind of a coloring practice, kind of a test to get myself used to her proportions a little bit further. I’m trying to figure out how to draw the darn rosary because there’s NO way I’m animating all those beads.
Fun fact! Melora is from the State of Mexico, while Augusto’s origin is unknown. I thought of this funny scenario to further show the way their interactions usually go.
Source of the image in the background can be found here!
Three more designs for the story.
First is Noamí. She’s a white rock dove. She’s a misterious girl that gets named now and then.
Damián is Augusto’s best friend. They look similar because zone-tiled hawks and red-tailed hawks share the same taxonomic classification. They’re like cousins, species-wise.
Guillermo is a barn owl. Surprisingly important for the narrative, probably.
I did a Q&A with Melora on my personal instagram account and these are the results!
Two extras:
Would you like me to do the same dynamic here?
Quick thing I did about these two.
“El malogrado par te persigue desde la memoria. Tal vez tú mereces tu vida mucho menos que ellos.”
Angel Augusto and Angel Noamí.
I’ll probably do some references explaining what inspired certain aspects of these designs.
A drawing of sweet girl Melora. Just her.
“I was young, it’s true. But even then I knew…
The only thing you wanna do is…”
14 year old Melora. Slightly more developed than her peers for her age. Not a remarkable performance in anything, at least not as far as her school is concerned. Kind of.
Melora, Guillermo, Darío, Augusto and Damián, in that order. Drew them for fun!
Something someone requested from Melora on Instagram. A purple bouquet of sorority and kindness.
You know how it goes guys. New reel is up
“The last day at the parish”
Local bitter ass motherfucker looks down at his exgirlfriend and refuses to further knowledge her existence, not knowing this was going to be the last time they saw each other alive.
“Beg me for mercy, admit you were toxic
You poisoned me just for another dollar in your pocket!
Now I am the violence. I am the sickness.
Won’t accept your silence. Beg me for forgiveness!”
-Blood //water; Grandson.
“Blood” art. It’s the first time I do something with a water medium and I had no watercolor paper available, so I had to use normal paper and it wrinkled a little bit when it absorbed everything. All in all, I like how it looks, specially for being the first time I do something like this. I liked it so maybe I’ll do something like this again!
Just as a disclaimer, it’s FAKE blood, but if it were real blood, it would’ve been extracted from me, the artist, in ethical and harmless ways, no animals or humans were harmed <333
Other women are not your enemies. We’re sisters. We must take care of each other despite our differences.
(TERFs fuck off btw. This post is not for you.)
The awareness ribbons represent each of their most prominent illnesses. Not saying which of them they are, but you can kind of give yourself an idea of which could they be.
Noamí and Melora are disabled teens. We should treat young disabled people with more dignity. Never be ashamed of being disabled.
Art about Melora and her cousin Fatima. They’re heading back home together, since Melora is on a visit to the State of Mexico. They’re not particularly close, but Melora is the only one who reacts with genuine concern and disbelief to her cousin’s problems with her classmates.
Melora looks older than Fatima in this drawing because there’s like two years between each other (they’re one school year apart because birthdays are a weird thing) and they’re still molting their fledgeling feathers for their juvenile ones. Melora has molted waaay more feathers for obvious reasons, so that’s that.
“I don’t need to smoke, the smoke is dark and suffocating enough inside my head”.
Other unspecified characters of Melora’s story. A Kosovo longcrower rooster, a slate turkey, another mourning dove and a loggerhead shrike. Two best friends, a mother and a principal.
I wouldn’t consider her a girly girl, but if Melora and her had been friends, I’m certain that she would’ve convinced Noamí to wear one of those frilly lolita-esque dresses.