Another Art
Another art-dump. Again, just a really quick sketch I couldn't help but do in middle of writing because the itch to draw was there again.
Really rough, but I can't really take the time to work on the details.... *headdesk*
I'm not sure what I was going for here; even when I began, I thought the background was going to be bright, but it somehow ended up dark and gloomy. No idea what that light in the background is, it's not a moon, that's for sure. Random smoke and light?
This, again, began as done-on-one-layer, I'm-going-to-stop-in-five-minutes sketch that ate up 'bout an hour, maybe half more, at night. It is really stress-relieving to paint, though. (No, I'm not really painting, I'm using my Tablet on photoshop. But still.)
Close to throwing my pen down and declaring that I was done, the poem that was going through my head was the one from Bleach:
The reason we think flowers on the precipice are beautiful,
is because we are standing on the precipice as well.
Do not fear, because we are like the flowers.
We did not step off.
Unfortunately, I can't even remember which chapter that was from, and I don't seem to be able to find it... heh.
But when I was done, the one that actually begged to be written was this one:
Come to the edge.
We can't. We're afraid.
Come to the edge.
We can't. We will fall!
Come to the edge.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
- Guillaume Apollinaire
So, in the end, I decided writing on art was too noob-ish anyways when I can't even really pull the combination off, so I left it alone and made my signature way too big. Woohoo.
Oh, and because I don't really want to get back to work, this was also sort of seeing what I could do with a really, really old drawing.
The first sketch had been done, gosh, five years ago? Around then:
And then came my attempt to color it, when I didn't have a tablet and was just beginning to learn what photoshop can do
I'd first designed this kid when I'd decided, all those years ago, that I was going to develop a character and stick with it, so that it could become my trademark or mascot or representative or just whatever.
Of course, ever since then, I haven't drawn this ever again. Well, tonight's a start.
Ehhh... I'm not sure why I'm dumping such poor art out on public. I thought I'd sworn not to do that?
Then again, if I did that, I'd never show any art on public. ('Sides, I don't think anyone actually reading my journal. So no worries. I think.)
I really should just make up my mind on which form of art I should follow: writing, painting, music. No, wait, I already know which form. I just need to stop having these urges towards painting and work on getting good at one thing. Argh.
Really rough, but I can't really take the time to work on the details.... *headdesk*
I'm not sure what I was going for here; even when I began, I thought the background was going to be bright, but it somehow ended up dark and gloomy. No idea what that light in the background is, it's not a moon, that's for sure. Random smoke and light?
This, again, began as done-on-one-layer, I'm-going-to-stop-in-five-minutes sketch that ate up 'bout an hour, maybe half more, at night. It is really stress-relieving to paint, though. (No, I'm not really painting, I'm using my Tablet on photoshop. But still.)
Close to throwing my pen down and declaring that I was done, the poem that was going through my head was the one from Bleach:
The reason we think flowers on the precipice are beautiful,
is because we are standing on the precipice as well.
Do not fear, because we are like the flowers.
We did not step off.
Unfortunately, I can't even remember which chapter that was from, and I don't seem to be able to find it... heh.
But when I was done, the one that actually begged to be written was this one:
Come to the edge.
We can't. We're afraid.
Come to the edge.
We can't. We will fall!
Come to the edge.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.
- Guillaume Apollinaire
So, in the end, I decided writing on art was too noob-ish anyways when I can't even really pull the combination off, so I left it alone and made my signature way too big. Woohoo.
Oh, and because I don't really want to get back to work, this was also sort of seeing what I could do with a really, really old drawing.
The first sketch had been done, gosh, five years ago? Around then:
And then came my attempt to color it, when I didn't have a tablet and was just beginning to learn what photoshop can do
I'd first designed this kid when I'd decided, all those years ago, that I was going to develop a character and stick with it, so that it could become my trademark or mascot or representative or just whatever.
Of course, ever since then, I haven't drawn this ever again. Well, tonight's a start.
Ehhh... I'm not sure why I'm dumping such poor art out on public. I thought I'd sworn not to do that?
Then again, if I did that, I'd never show any art on public. ('Sides, I don't think anyone actually reading my journal. So no worries. I think.)
I really should just make up my mind on which form of art I should follow: writing, painting, music. No, wait, I already know which form. I just need to stop having these urges towards painting and work on getting good at one thing. Argh.