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jesus christ, I just stayed in bed for 12 hours.
I slept most of that time.
.... Guess I needed it!
The internet is a really magical place. Not like this is news, but man. I really love seeing the wild and crazy shit other countries produce, too--and I'm not talking about just Japan!
It's not like that's the most outlandish video I've ever seen on youtube, but I still think it merits a link.
There's an artist whose work I keep seeing, and they're very good with the digital tools they use--only, every last one of their pieces is pretty much... the same. They draw these incredibly rendered tiny-headed people, and the background is also usually pretty shway, and yet... if you've seen one of their pieces you've really seen them all, with very few exceptions!
Even the poses get recycled--which I'm sure we're all guilty of, but man. Despite the fact that the colour scheme, tone, and background of these two pieces are wildly different, I still can't help but feel like I'm looking at the same picture!
Amazing artist, but really bugs me. =|
Then again, I'm producing derpy shit like the following, so how much room do I have to talk?
SPEAKING OF ART CRITIQUES
IT IS TIME FOR ANOTHER TINY TINY INSTALLMENT
OF THAT CRACK HARRY POTTER AU, WHICH SHALL HEREAFTER BE REFERRED TO AS
ART FAG BASTARDS
I EVEN MADE A TAG FOR IT
So I think I really like combining fanart and fanfic for this universe; I am estimating that each installment will have a derpy drawing with a short drabble thinger.
The drawback of this is that whenever the Marauders are producing art, I have to produce it. Therefore Sirius's abstract painting is pretty much my first abstract painting. And then Lily critiques it, and I have to try to avoid sounding like a pretentious shit. This is the conundrum of comic artists ever drawing artists talking about art!
The effort I put into fandom!! >E
::secretly loves it::
Contains: Foul language, teh gay, offensive opinions about fine arts, confused teenagers, bitching about MCAD's comic studio situtation
Word count: Over 500, under 1000
Artist's Statement
“Vandalizing somebody's work? That's low, even for you, Black.”
Sirius spun around, teeth clenched and eyes narrowed instantly. “Fuck you, Evans, it's my painting!” he spat out before he could think better of it. One hand tightened its grip on his brush, while the other wiped smears of red paint on his shirt in unconscious agitation.
“Don't lie, Black. What I see before me was created by somebody with talent. Therefore, not you.” She came to stand next to him, crossing her arms and tilting her head to regard the abstract piece. “Unrefined, but hey, we're all students. Whose is it?”
Bristling, Sirius debated his response for a moment. Lily was looking at the canvas with honest appreciation apparent on her face. For all that Sirius considered her a stuck-up, useless whore, and for all he hated her indignant claims that their (most excellent) drawing instructor was biased, she still, shockingly, had a tendency to give constructive feedback most professors agreed with. If she had something to say about his work...
“What're you even doing back here, anyway? Comic studio's on the other side of the building.” In the end, it was Lily Evans, Super Bitch (dun da-du-daaa), and Sirius Black would have to be pretty desperate to ask her for a crit.
“Friend's lending me her space here. The comic studio is fucking worthless when you have huge-ass Drawing 3 homework,” she bit out, turning from his painting to face him. “I'm required to take it, same as you, but I don't get the luxury of a personal studio until senior year.”
It was tempting to make a dig at her major of choice, but Sirius remained quiet, telling himself that insulting the comic students was too easy, and beneath him. If he was honest, it did seem odd, that she was in all the same classes he was that semester, but he got a studio to himself, with an easel, desk, and storage space, while she had to share a large room with everybody else in her major, and she might get a small locker or drawer in which she could store her work and tools.
Sirius Black, however, was not often honest with himself, but he was irritated that he had heard Lily Evans' whining so often that he had her entire spiel on the injustice of the studio situation memorized. What did he care if a bunch of X-Men fanboys (or fangirls) didn't have as much space as real artists?
“Why don't you do things like this in class?”
She was looking at his painting again, head contemplatively tilted as her eyes traced the spiraling designs on the canvas. “I like it much better than what you usually turn in,” she continued.
Again, Sirius found himself with several options for responses, and unable to decide between any of them. He liked abstract painting; didn't that alone mean that it wasn't suited for classwork? Assignments were supposed to be grueling, loathsome, demanding tasks that were rushed through on the night before; they were also supposed to have some deeper meaning. 'I like the colours and shapes,' was not an acceptable artist's statement. If James had asked him why he didn't present a piece like his current painting to any of their instructors, he certainly would have had an answer ready, but while Lily smiled softly and studied his work, he was left speechless.
But James had never seen this painting, nor the others like it, and Lily was here now, unable to look away from the canvas he'd painted.
“Everybody and their mom does non-representational, abstract art. Any jackass can throw paint on a canvas and make pretty patterns. It's like a representational painting of the figure is taboo or something--”
“Shut up, Potter, I was asking Black about his work,” Lily cut him off. Sirius's mouth snapped shut as she, again, robbed him of speech. This, he seethed, it was just this sort of thing Lily did that pissed him off. The comment had been completely uncalled for. Just because James made the same argument often, that didn't mean Sirius didn't agree with the solid reasoning behind it, or that he couldn't think through it for himself--
--only it did, didn't it, when she asked him about his own work, and he floundered and flailed, desperately searched for a foothold, and James's words were what passed his lips.
Sirius unclenched his teeth, but did not speak, and Lily seemed content to ignore him in favour of his work. When she at last turned to leave, she broke the silence in her wake.
“You should bring it to class,” she advised over her shoulder, setting her ever-present headphones over her ears. “I bet Remus would have some good crit for you!”
She turned a corner and was gone, and even if he raised his voice, she was deaf with those thick headphones on. That didn't stop Sirius from shouting after her, “Like I care what he thinks!”
The studios were silent, not even Lily's mocking laughter acknowledging his blatant lie.
I slept most of that time.
.... Guess I needed it!
The internet is a really magical place. Not like this is news, but man. I really love seeing the wild and crazy shit other countries produce, too--and I'm not talking about just Japan!
It's not like that's the most outlandish video I've ever seen on youtube, but I still think it merits a link.
There's an artist whose work I keep seeing, and they're very good with the digital tools they use--only, every last one of their pieces is pretty much... the same. They draw these incredibly rendered tiny-headed people, and the background is also usually pretty shway, and yet... if you've seen one of their pieces you've really seen them all, with very few exceptions!
Even the poses get recycled--which I'm sure we're all guilty of, but man. Despite the fact that the colour scheme, tone, and background of these two pieces are wildly different, I still can't help but feel like I'm looking at the same picture!
Amazing artist, but really bugs me. =|
Then again, I'm producing derpy shit like the following, so how much room do I have to talk?
SPEAKING OF ART CRITIQUES
IT IS TIME FOR ANOTHER TINY TINY INSTALLMENT
OF THAT CRACK HARRY POTTER AU, WHICH SHALL HEREAFTER BE REFERRED TO AS
ART FAG BASTARDS
I EVEN MADE A TAG FOR IT
So I think I really like combining fanart and fanfic for this universe; I am estimating that each installment will have a derpy drawing with a short drabble thinger.
The drawback of this is that whenever the Marauders are producing art, I have to produce it. Therefore Sirius's abstract painting is pretty much my first abstract painting. And then Lily critiques it, and I have to try to avoid sounding like a pretentious shit. This is the conundrum of comic artists ever drawing artists talking about art!
The effort I put into fandom!! >E
::secretly loves it::
Contains: Foul language, teh gay, offensive opinions about fine arts, confused teenagers, bitching about MCAD's comic studio situtation
Word count: Over 500, under 1000
Artist's Statement
“Vandalizing somebody's work? That's low, even for you, Black.”
Sirius spun around, teeth clenched and eyes narrowed instantly. “Fuck you, Evans, it's my painting!” he spat out before he could think better of it. One hand tightened its grip on his brush, while the other wiped smears of red paint on his shirt in unconscious agitation.
“Don't lie, Black. What I see before me was created by somebody with talent. Therefore, not you.” She came to stand next to him, crossing her arms and tilting her head to regard the abstract piece. “Unrefined, but hey, we're all students. Whose is it?”
Bristling, Sirius debated his response for a moment. Lily was looking at the canvas with honest appreciation apparent on her face. For all that Sirius considered her a stuck-up, useless whore, and for all he hated her indignant claims that their (most excellent) drawing instructor was biased, she still, shockingly, had a tendency to give constructive feedback most professors agreed with. If she had something to say about his work...
“What're you even doing back here, anyway? Comic studio's on the other side of the building.” In the end, it was Lily Evans, Super Bitch (dun da-du-daaa), and Sirius Black would have to be pretty desperate to ask her for a crit.
“Friend's lending me her space here. The comic studio is fucking worthless when you have huge-ass Drawing 3 homework,” she bit out, turning from his painting to face him. “I'm required to take it, same as you, but I don't get the luxury of a personal studio until senior year.”
It was tempting to make a dig at her major of choice, but Sirius remained quiet, telling himself that insulting the comic students was too easy, and beneath him. If he was honest, it did seem odd, that she was in all the same classes he was that semester, but he got a studio to himself, with an easel, desk, and storage space, while she had to share a large room with everybody else in her major, and she might get a small locker or drawer in which she could store her work and tools.
Sirius Black, however, was not often honest with himself, but he was irritated that he had heard Lily Evans' whining so often that he had her entire spiel on the injustice of the studio situation memorized. What did he care if a bunch of X-Men fanboys (or fangirls) didn't have as much space as real artists?
“Why don't you do things like this in class?”
She was looking at his painting again, head contemplatively tilted as her eyes traced the spiraling designs on the canvas. “I like it much better than what you usually turn in,” she continued.
Again, Sirius found himself with several options for responses, and unable to decide between any of them. He liked abstract painting; didn't that alone mean that it wasn't suited for classwork? Assignments were supposed to be grueling, loathsome, demanding tasks that were rushed through on the night before; they were also supposed to have some deeper meaning. 'I like the colours and shapes,' was not an acceptable artist's statement. If James had asked him why he didn't present a piece like his current painting to any of their instructors, he certainly would have had an answer ready, but while Lily smiled softly and studied his work, he was left speechless.
But James had never seen this painting, nor the others like it, and Lily was here now, unable to look away from the canvas he'd painted.
“Everybody and their mom does non-representational, abstract art. Any jackass can throw paint on a canvas and make pretty patterns. It's like a representational painting of the figure is taboo or something--”
“Shut up, Potter, I was asking Black about his work,” Lily cut him off. Sirius's mouth snapped shut as she, again, robbed him of speech. This, he seethed, it was just this sort of thing Lily did that pissed him off. The comment had been completely uncalled for. Just because James made the same argument often, that didn't mean Sirius didn't agree with the solid reasoning behind it, or that he couldn't think through it for himself--
--only it did, didn't it, when she asked him about his own work, and he floundered and flailed, desperately searched for a foothold, and James's words were what passed his lips.
Sirius unclenched his teeth, but did not speak, and Lily seemed content to ignore him in favour of his work. When she at last turned to leave, she broke the silence in her wake.
“You should bring it to class,” she advised over her shoulder, setting her ever-present headphones over her ears. “I bet Remus would have some good crit for you!”
She turned a corner and was gone, and even if he raised his voice, she was deaf with those thick headphones on. That didn't stop Sirius from shouting after her, “Like I care what he thinks!”
The studios were silent, not even Lily's mocking laughter acknowledging his blatant lie.