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Left Brain + Right Brain = My Blog
This blog is chock full of joyful drawings and a few musings on personal branding, startups, creativity and being a beacon.
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"I adore your doodles... I swear looking at those bunnies lowers my blood pressure, calms my mind and makes me smarter. Who needs meditation when there are bunnies?"
~Caitlín Mowbray - Meditation Teacher, Astrologer and Soul Provocateur
Author Archives: David Cohen
Nocturne with Spiky Leaves #art #digitalart #illustration #digitalillustration #leaf #leaves #plants #pottedplants #nocturne #nocturnal #night #bat #bats #cartoon #comic #doodleslice #cartoonart
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Stabile Nocturne #art #digitalart #illustration #digitalillustration #bird #sculpture #stabile #mobile #shadows #calder #alexandercalder #inspiredbycalder #modernism #twentiethcenturyart #twentyfirstcenturyart #doodleslice
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Indoor Growth #art #digitalart #illustration #digitalillustration #plants #houseplants #indoors #soulpatch #monstera #doodleslice
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Lawn and Garden #art #digitalart #illustration #digitalillustration #plant #lawn #suburban #shorts #cartoon #comic #doodleslice #monstera #pottedplants
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Cyril the Civet #civet #art #animals #nocturnal #cuteanimals #illustration #digitalart #digitalillustration #doodleslice
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Ground By Doodleslice 2014-08-26 Ground-up snow packed in an old tin coffee cup Baked enamel finish Pale chipped yellow Leaching metallic poisons that cling to the roof of my mouth Tasting of hiding places and bitter regret Clods of pillow-soft centuries cry for seeds Cry for worms Cry for nitrogen But not for me Not until the scattering is complete Not until they burn this peacock from my cup I’ll bend nails in sideshows And search for suburbs Ten for a dollar Ten for a nickel Ten for a penny Ten for a match Erosion is our softest dream I was a road I cracked and crumbled I was speared by savage grasses And overrun by bracken Devoured by rest A trace And soon Not even But ground —- #poem #poetry #poet