Art rant and loud music...
"Blue blue caravan
Won't you drive away all of these tears
For my true love is a man
That I haven't seen in years
He said, 'Go where you have to
For I belong to you until my dying day.'
So like a fool, blue caravan
I believed him and I walked away.
Oh my blue blue caravan
The highway is my great wall
For my true love is a man
Who never existed at all
Oh he was a beautiful fiction
I invented to keep out the cold
But now, my blue blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing Cold..."
ARRGGHH I BLOODY HATE IT WHEN I CAN'T DRAW.
FUCK.
All right, so it's not an easy picture, I get that, but I can see it clear as day in my head and the scribble I've managed so far is severely lacking.
It was supposed to be Preacher Morrow when he was young; his mother had just died and he'd met HellBitch (a halfbreed wolf, in case you didn't know) on the road. Somehow this evolved into Morrow fighting for the CSA: lying bloody and flat out after the field had been lost, HB at his side, both about to be taken prisoner by the Union.
Just to make things bastard hard, neurons see this like a film and want to draw the final crane shot. This requires not only a lot of photo reference of half dead soldiers and hounds/wolves, but also (frankly) more artistic talent than I possess with a pencil. Possibly I could do it better as a photoshop scribble... or as a texture collage.... both of which require my graphics tablet. Or give me a much larger canvas and some chalk pastels. (For some reason I'm quite good with chalk pastels despite not liking them 'cos they're messy and kinda pointless.)
Grrr. *flail* And no, that wasn't in the least what I was supposed to be doing this evening. Art just kinda... slipped?
I is a little bit sleep dep'd. I'm also listening to a load of very loud music which rocks and cuts by turns. Tsk. Don't mind me, it's late and my brain is playing silly buggers. Lalala.
EDIT: It's close to 3am. i'm so tired after a week of this shit with the not sleeping and waking at 5am i'm close to retarded. oh how i wish i could sleep in tomorrow, that would be nice...
Won't you drive away all of these tears
For my true love is a man
That I haven't seen in years
He said, 'Go where you have to
For I belong to you until my dying day.'
So like a fool, blue caravan
I believed him and I walked away.
Oh my blue blue caravan
The highway is my great wall
For my true love is a man
Who never existed at all
Oh he was a beautiful fiction
I invented to keep out the cold
But now, my blue blue caravan
I can feel my heart growing Cold..."
ARRGGHH I BLOODY HATE IT WHEN I CAN'T DRAW.
FUCK.
All right, so it's not an easy picture, I get that, but I can see it clear as day in my head and the scribble I've managed so far is severely lacking.
It was supposed to be Preacher Morrow when he was young; his mother had just died and he'd met HellBitch (a halfbreed wolf, in case you didn't know) on the road. Somehow this evolved into Morrow fighting for the CSA: lying bloody and flat out after the field had been lost, HB at his side, both about to be taken prisoner by the Union.
Just to make things bastard hard, neurons see this like a film and want to draw the final crane shot. This requires not only a lot of photo reference of half dead soldiers and hounds/wolves, but also (frankly) more artistic talent than I possess with a pencil. Possibly I could do it better as a photoshop scribble... or as a texture collage.... both of which require my graphics tablet. Or give me a much larger canvas and some chalk pastels. (For some reason I'm quite good with chalk pastels despite not liking them 'cos they're messy and kinda pointless.)
Grrr. *flail* And no, that wasn't in the least what I was supposed to be doing this evening. Art just kinda... slipped?
I is a little bit sleep dep'd. I'm also listening to a load of very loud music which rocks and cuts by turns. Tsk. Don't mind me, it's late and my brain is playing silly buggers. Lalala.
EDIT: It's close to 3am. i'm so tired after a week of this shit with the not sleeping and waking at 5am i'm close to retarded. oh how i wish i could sleep in tomorrow, that would be nice...