A(nother) Year In Fanart
So last New Year's Eve I made a post just like this, and I was shocked to discover I'd made 35 pieces of art I could shoehorn into a mosaic.
It was an amazing thing for me because I hadn't so much as looked at a stick of charcoal for years, and then Bradley and Colin happened at the arse end of 2011 and suddenly fanart \o/. Or maybe /o\.
This year I expected it'd be about the same, give or take, though I thought there might be more porn, courtesy of pornathon and mating games and just embracing the whole anatomical penises thing.
Aaah yeah. And then I started collecting the things.
It's clear I have a problem, what is this thing you call fresh air, and it's just as well I never had a social life to start with. I think the biggest difference from last year's mosaic, apart from the fact that there is twice the amount of work in it (!!!) is the colour! I'm amazed by the fact there is any at all because I generally fear colour like the pox. But somewhere along the line I found my watercolour paints, and though I pleaded and begged, nobody has yet confiscated them. So I feel it is my duty to make the most of this noble medium to create as many lovely and delicate painting of dicks as I possibly can. It's a question of honour. And dicks.
As far as fandoms are concerned, the main culprits are still these Idiots in Love:
closely followed by these two, surely top contenders in the Eye Fucking Awards.
[x]
In closing, it's Pants-Off Tuesday, so welcome to my filthy, filthy basement!
Hope you'll stay a while, and here's to another great year of drawing veins :D
It was an amazing thing for me because I hadn't so much as looked at a stick of charcoal for years, and then Bradley and Colin happened at the arse end of 2011 and suddenly fanart \o/. Or maybe /o\.
This year I expected it'd be about the same, give or take, though I thought there might be more porn, courtesy of pornathon and mating games and just embracing the whole anatomical penises thing.
Aaah yeah. And then I started collecting the things.
It's clear I have a problem, what is this thing you call fresh air, and it's just as well I never had a social life to start with. I think the biggest difference from last year's mosaic, apart from the fact that there is twice the amount of work in it (!!!) is the colour! I'm amazed by the fact there is any at all because I generally fear colour like the pox. But somewhere along the line I found my watercolour paints, and though I pleaded and begged, nobody has yet confiscated them. So I feel it is my duty to make the most of this noble medium to create as many lovely and delicate painting of dicks as I possibly can. It's a question of honour. And dicks.
As far as fandoms are concerned, the main culprits are still these Idiots in Love:
closely followed by these two, surely top contenders in the Eye Fucking Awards.
[x]
In closing, it's Pants-Off Tuesday, so welcome to my filthy, filthy basement!
Hope you'll stay a while, and here's to another great year of drawing veins :D