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Third Eye Bloom

  • Writer: Malice Blūm
    Malice Blūm
  • May 31
  • 1 min read
A trippy portrait drawn in the haze of greenhouse thunder (Mary Jane, zaza, pot, weed — whatever your fancy). It has a funny way of turning colors brighter and ideas stranger, and this piece grew out of that headspace: the third eye, the waves of color, and the dreamy expression.   My kids also left their signature — a tiny red doodle on her neck — before I had a chance to put her on display.
A trippy portrait drawn in the haze of greenhouse thunder (Mary Jane, zaza, pot, weed — whatever your fancy). It has a funny way of turning colors brighter and ideas stranger, and this piece grew out of that headspace: the third eye, the waves of color, and the dreamy expression. My kids also left their signature — a tiny red doodle on her neck — before I had a chance to put her on display.





It took me so long to draw this, and when I was finally finished, I almost didn't want to add color to it. I had a lot of fun shading this; I learned alot about how to shade a face, especially around the nose and eyes.

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