My name is Denise みか Hutchins and Studio Mikarts is the banner under which all my creative work is done. Like many people, I've been creating since I was a child, taking art classes all through grade school, though it wasn't until college that I realized I wanted to create for a living. For over 20 years, I've been honing my creative skills and I continue to enhance my technique today. Currently, I specialize in two-dimensional works of fine art and illustration that are often cute & colorful and always detailed & distinct. I utilize a variety of physical media such as ink, colored pencil, marker, and watercolor, as well as digital programs including Photoshop and Clip Studio Paint. My art is made with the intent to inspire optimism in, bring happiness to, and elicit positive emotions from my audience. Ultimately, I want to make the world a happier place!
Aside from being a creative professional, I'm also an all-around otaku-geek, spending most of my personal time consuming all manner of media, including books, manga, anime, movies, and video games. I also love to exercise and get outdoors whenever possible; my favorite activities include walking my dog, road & trail running, hiking, casual cycling, group gym classes, skating, and fitness video games. I'm a staunch supporter of animal rights, environmental protection, and other causes for Mother Nature. I currently live in Boise, Idaho, USA, with my husband, my younger brother, and our adorable pets: Bear, Sun, Kiki, and Kiba.
Thanks for the llama
I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergies, but then things started going downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. And had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just never going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So he snuck out, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that drama?
Full disclaimer, as Kevin’s official biographer, a position of which he blackmailed me into (don’t ask), I’ve been instructed to inform you about his ongoing series. The journey starts here with The Kevin Chronicles - Chapter 1, and this gallery contains the rest. You should check it out.
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And don't worry, they're pretty short.
No pressure though, only if you want.