Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 02/01/2025Doing some quick sketches and practice. Sketchbooks aren't always pretty. 000
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 30/12/2024Never go in against a caecilian when death is on the line!! 000
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 26/12/2024Sketchbook mistakes. 🤦🏼♀️ do you see it? I'm no better than ai. 😭😂 000
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 12/12/2024I put another set up for frees on my tpt page. 💜 I'm a big fan of people not needing to be careful how they use my art. If I see something I made out in the universe I just get giddy, I don't get angry that I didn't get credit. 000
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 12/12/2024Just a little spider clutching their pearls at the horror of their home being swept away. 000
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 25/11/2024Just some cookie cutter identification but I'm wrong. 000
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 19/11/2024Our art isn't a competition, it's a conversation, and every voice belongs in it. 000
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 15/11/2024Please do not thirst follow me. I'm an old woman with a sketchbook. 110
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 15/11/2024Wings spread wide, I shed the weight of earth, a rebellion against gravity's pull. The wind speaks, lifting me higher, above the cages I built in my mind. Clouds part like secrets, revealing the endless blue. For a moment, I am nothing but free. 020
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 15/11/2024I have read the stories, whispers that rise from pages drenched in blood, the echoes of boots marching through cobblestone streets, the silence that followed when they came for the ones no one dared to stand for. Not again Not this time I will not wait to speak until there's noone left to hear. 240
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 14/11/2024I'm sorry y'all. It was my fault. I made pigs fly. 😔😔 000
Amberrose @brickbard.bsky.social · 14/11/2024I admire Le Guin, her courage to be unflinchingly herself, and I think, “What would it be to step out of shadow, and become the legend I long to be?” But bravery is hard when the world’s eyes are angry fires, so I bury myself in pages, in ink-stained dreams, where no one can judgethe longing. 130