Sponsor giveaway: Duane Hosein

Duane Hosein giveaway

Today’s giveaway comes from Duane Hosein is an artist and illustrator based in New York, where he spent his childhood immersed in a world of his own – mostly behind a book or drawing at the dining table. As a result, his artworks primarily reflect on nature but with an added twist; with minute and detailed line work that seems to border on the obsessive.

As a sponsor, he is giving away a fun package for ONE lucky reader, who will be able to pick out TWO prints + a postcard collection from his Etsy shop worth USD$56.50!

To be in the running, just share with us your fondest memories of childhood (or how it has affected you today) – we’ll pick out a random winner after 27th March!

LINKS
Blog | Etsy shop | Website

The giveaway has ended and the winner has been picked by random.org – congratulations Kelly! 🙂 Thanks everyone for joining in!

23 Replies to “Sponsor giveaway: Duane Hosein”

  1. Emma Collins says:

    As I child I was always drawing…especially dinosaurs. I remember being about 5 and drawing some dinosaurs in pencil on the living room door and thinking how much better the door looked! I still love dinosaurs and drawing!

  2. Rose says:

    I was always looking after my 3 younger sibs, so thought I’d put them to work collecting empty glass soft drink/soda bottles which you could hand in for cash. We collected enough for one bottle of coke and four straws. Just as we all started sucking furiously, my mother walked into the shop and was amazed to find us there. We didn’t really get into trouble, just free range kids on the loose.

  3. Rebecca says:

    Wow! That top image is AMAZING! When I was a wee one, I constantly drew horses, cats and dogs (unicorns too). It bordered on obsessive-ok, I was obsessed with horses. I would blow kisses to horses I saw on the way to school (we lived in the country). Weird ;0).

  4. Emily says:

    When I was a kid I used to sew little animals out of scraps of fabric my mom let me have. Today I’m still sewing animals, but I sell them in my online shop (and keep a few for myself!)

  5. Loved that I lived where it was safe enough to be a “wild child”. Rode my bike everywhere with friends – only restriction was to behave my self and be home by dinner.

  6. Ingrid says:

    Blowing bubbles from my bedroom window on the 4th floor. It was peace and magic in the middle of the city, and it felt so great… 🙂

  7. fastessays says:

    Thanks for the great info. I’ll be implementing much of this soon!

  8. MiKa Art says:

    Awesome illustration! Hope I can win!!

    First year of school, my father walked me to the school everyday. I remember his big hand holding my hand and felt safe.

  9. marchi says:

    singing. there was a lot of singing in my home as a child.

  10. dervla says:

    When i was a child i used to hide inside a weeping willow tree that dipped to the ground in our back garden. I would go out there especially in the rain and pretend i was in a magic land. The air was so cool with hanging branches creating a cocoon of green. Only when my mother called me for dinner would i emerge from between the branches. I’d be surprised at how much time had passed as i crouched dreaming inside that little world.

  11. Sarah Lynn says:

    I agree with Rebecca, the top image is fantastic. And yay for linework!

    I wouldn’t say this is the fondest memory I had in my childhood, but it’s certainly one of the more vivid I have…

    When I was a wee me, I was terribly angry and I decided to rampage through my room (mind, I was about 5). I tore up my paper dolls, cut up my beaded necklaces, broke all my crayons, and threw my pillows and sheets and clothes everywhere.

    After several minutes I heard a knock on the door. My father sat me on the bed, took a seat next to me, and spent a couple of silent moments looking around at the wreckage.

    “What happened?”

    I then concocted a tall tale of how two scary men had come through the fire escape, tore up my room, then left just before my father came in.

    More silence.

    “Okay. Just pick it up before your mother sees.”

    I suppose the moral of this tale is that honesty is the best policy, but if you are going to lie, be prepared to pick up after yourself.

  12. Beatrice says:

    Best childhood memory? My grandparents. Those were the days! Candies, tales, songs, long walks, playing fetch with the dogs, tiny pay packets, cuddles in the bed when I was scared and could not sleep. It was even nice to get a flu: they were always around, giving the cure for body and soul.

  13. Meg S says:

    My childhood was filled with reading, and I couldn’t have picked a better way to spend it!

  14. I used to hide from my grandmother and I enjoyed seeing how she was looking for me desperate…

  15. nancy lili g says:

    Camping on Devil’s Lake with my dad during 4th of July weekend, buying fireworks there, in Wisconsin, because it was/is illegal in Chicago.. the magic, the love, the way it could never happen again.

  16. Kelly says:

    My childhood was more like an upbringing of pure geekdom. My brother loved playing Role Playing Games on the Super Nintendo and PS1 and whenever the game had a CG cutscene he would yell “Kelly! CUTSCENE” and I would drop my toys and run like mad from my room to the living room.

    Even today I cant help but get excited by video game music and character sprites. And don’t even get me started on pixel fonts <3 It runs deep, I tell you. 🙂

  17. Tina W. says:

    One of the greatest things about my childhood was living on a lake. We would waterski and fish. The best was just floating around in the lake on an innertube.

  18. Daniela Carrete says:

    As a kid, I watched the movie E.T like 3.000 times. Everytime I saw that scene where Elliot puts that towel over ET’s head while they’re on the bike, I started crying because I thought ET was going to die. I didn’t cry on the part he is actually dying hehe, only through that towel part. My mom had to pause the video and calm me down till I was ok to see the rest of the movie.

  19. Jen says:

    A younger me once innocently tried to drown my older brother as he tested out his new snorkel in bath by popping my thumb over the top of it so he couldn’t breathe. This is a fond memory now as I am very glad I didn’t drown him, and I find is just as funny now as, no doubt, I did back then!

  20. alison says:

    I remember trying to make a ladybird circus in the garden with my sister using a twig as a tightrope. Unsurprisingly, the ladybirds refused to do any tricks!

  21. Roni says:

    My fondest memories are definitely those of when my parents and I saw down to draw. I used to get tons and tons of Crayola stuff and I was always surrounded by a rainbow of art supplies. Sometimes, you can still see a ton of “kid” and “child-like” imagery and technique in my work. Of course, that’s a good thing.

  22. Luna says:

    As a child I was always drawing with chalk on the walls and I also remember climbing trees ; )

  23. Plutomeisje says:

    I remember my grandfather drawing on the kitchen table in my grandmothers house. I tried to redraw the image (it’s my earliest memory of me really trying to draw something), a person fishing on a riverside, and I believe it’s one of the reasons that has started me drawing. He was always the one that supported me in my creative endeavors and I really miss him.

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