I’m a graphic designer by day and trying to get my foot into the door as an illustrator by night. I’m here on RedBubble for inspiration, education, friendship and maybe to sell a thing or two in the process.
Michael Scholl is a member of # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE , 1 on 1: The Fine Art of Portraiture , * Painted Ladies *, Complex Simplicity of Art, ! HAIRSTYLES !, *1:1 with Celebrities, A T-Shirt Revolution, A Vector Tshirts Only Group, Accentuate The Eyes, All Around the Styles, Art and Stories Made For Children, Bubbler Portraits, Character Development, Color Me a Rainbow (Current Color: PINK [No Flowers]), Coloured Pencil Art, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Drawing Day, Fabulous Ts, Featured Features - For Featured Art, Photography, T-Shirts, Writing, Feminine Intent (LIMIT TWO IMAGES PER DAY), Finks of Inks, First Things, Graphite Pencil Artists, HALLOWEEN, Halloween T's, Humorous Illustrations ( NO PHOTOGRAPHY ) , If it doesn't belong, in-between, Inspired By Life, International Superheroes of Drawing, Illustration and World Domination, Let's Pay Homage, Live, Love, Dream: , LMAO ART - Your funniest work, Mermaids and mystic creatures, Painted Dogs, Painters In Modern Times, Paws n Claws <3 per day><Domestic cats & dogs only>, Pencil Drawing (2 per 24 hrs), Put Out! or Get Out!!!, Seasonal Greeting Cards, Simply White Artwork Gallery - 95% White !, Sports For All from Our Gym, Strictly Human Faces , Tee HQ, The Art of Sport, The true beauty, Toy Dogs R Us!, Vector Goodness Lounge, Who Needs Color For Beauty? - Black & White Art At Its Best and Woman Appreciation.
Snug in the egg where stars take birth, / young in the yolk that nourished earth: / so spins my soul tonight – / gathering intergalactic dust, / pressing it into virgin crust, / creating life with …
Sun, good morning. Run across the sky with me. Somewhere between the poles we’ll be relaxed and stationary on a cloud– serene, unseen, conversing while the crowd below demand to …
Oh, wind, blow soft beneath my eaves. Let no decaying, dying leaves weep at my window. What warmth and light the cold room weaves is artificial and deceives both leaves and me. Blow …