Hello, my name is Vi,
and I'm a doodle addict.

In my free time I sometimes like to draw, mostly for the story I am writing as a hobby (it's about an orphan boy who finds his forever family). That's why most of my drawings are centered around the same characters. I also love to look at other people's art. Anyway. Thanks for reading! I'm glad to be here. :)

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Words on the watercolor are from Vincent van Gogh's letter to Theo van Gogh (Cuesmes, July 1880). Neal ran away only to discover that all that he was running away from is still with him.

He stares at the small square black device. The red led in it keeps blinking simultaneously with the beep and, except for one small button, Neal sees no other modules. “…This is weird,” he says aloud. When Satchmo makes another louder puff, Neal decides to go ahead with his friend’s advice and press the button.

Family moment

Neal rescues the kitten

Inspired by Van Gogh's "Starry Night"

Inspired by Van Gogh's "Wheatfield with Crows"

This doodle of a cat means to Neal more than all the artworks of the world because it is a gift from someone important to him.

The cat on the left goes by Claude, whereas the name of the one on the right is still unknown.

Neal and his future adoptive mom - Elle

“Claire!” Elle woke up with her daughter’s name on her lips. Startled, she sat up and looked around the living room with her heart still beating loudly in her chest. A dream, she realized dazedly. Slowly, she crossed the way to the back door. With unseeing eyes she gazed out into the garden. She remembered waking up in the hospital six years ago and seeing her husband sitting next to her. She remembered how he took her hand into his and looked at her with eyes full of despair. He told her that the doctor thought Claire might not survive. That she might die before she was even born, die before she had a chance to look into her mum’s eyes, feel a kiss on her forehead, clench her little fist around her dad’s finger, hear them speaking to her without a belly barrier between them… It was a silent, terrible death. It was the death of someone so precious, so innocent, so tiny… Elle took a shuddering breath.

Neal takes a running start and lands in a roll on the rooftop of the next building. They will not catch him.

Peter and Neal had a difficult day.

Agnes helps a little squirrel gather leaves for a nest

A big sister and her little brother

It's good to laugh.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, love is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (NABRE)

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