And if a double-decker bus crashes into us
Could not sleep at all, so I went for a walk in the woods around 4:30 am. The moon was extremely bright, and I couldn't shake the weird illusion that the sun was always about to rise or something, because my brain was sure there was too much high-contrast light for it to be the middle of the night.
Since I'm still awake, check out the six-page comic by Mike Mignola and his daughter, who -- at age seven -- is the youngest Eisner Award winner ever.
And for posterity's sake, I'll also post the final version of the stylized Nia fanart I put up last week. It's strange to think that only a year and a half ago, maybe two, I would literally have no idea how to make it. Not to say that it's anything particularly amazing, but I really didn't know how to do the simpliest stuff digitally, and I'm still probably clueless to a lot of tricks; it's a heck of a learning curve. This is evident in my over-enthusiams for textures, since I've been going nuts with them ever since figuring out "Overlay" and other features.
Finally, I ended up doing several OC sketches, except they ended up being way too polished for "sketches" and I'll probably try to do some rudimentary shading on them later. Here are four three lineart versions in the meantime. SHINY HAIR. If it weren't such a dumb time in the morning I'd type up some rudimentary background info -- everybody hates random drawings of strangers with no reference or connection! -- but that can wait till the next batch gets inked. It would probably be garbled crap if I did it now, much like the rest of this ill-advised update.
Hah, these low resolution versions are so terrible! The Isotopes logo belongs to the Albuquerque Isotopes, the Uzani logo I kinda made up and is ... uh. I don't even really watch that show, but I love the concept.
Last week's True Blood was insane and awesome, then this week was awfully D: Dang. Except for Terry, who was perfect as always; he's gonna smother serial killer babies with love.
Since I'm still awake, check out the six-page comic by Mike Mignola and his daughter, who -- at age seven -- is the youngest Eisner Award winner ever.
And for posterity's sake, I'll also post the final version of the stylized Nia fanart I put up last week. It's strange to think that only a year and a half ago, maybe two, I would literally have no idea how to make it. Not to say that it's anything particularly amazing, but I really didn't know how to do the simpliest stuff digitally, and I'm still probably clueless to a lot of tricks; it's a heck of a learning curve. This is evident in my over-enthusiams for textures, since I've been going nuts with them ever since figuring out "Overlay" and other features.
Finally, I ended up doing several OC sketches, except they ended up being way too polished for "sketches" and I'll probably try to do some rudimentary shading on them later. Here are four three lineart versions in the meantime. SHINY HAIR. If it weren't such a dumb time in the morning I'd type up some rudimentary background info -- everybody hates random drawings of strangers with no reference or connection! -- but that can wait till the next batch gets inked. It would probably be garbled crap if I did it now, much like the rest of this ill-advised update.
Hah, these low resolution versions are so terrible! The Isotopes logo belongs to the Albuquerque Isotopes, the Uzani logo I kinda made up and is ... uh. I don't even really watch that show, but I love the concept.
Last week's True Blood was insane and awesome, then this week was awfully D: Dang. Except for Terry, who was perfect as always; he's gonna smother serial killer babies with love.