Hi! Here from hp_art_daily, and after looking at just some of your art, let me say *jaw drop* Amazing! All of it! I'm completely jealous, and I'm not afraid to admit it. So . . . friending you!
Awesome stuff ^__^ I think the birds should look a bit darker though. More hawk-like. And Hermione should have a less well defined face, seeing as she was about to cry. *shrug*
Yeah, see, I remembered the book as saying they were gold, and so I drew them to look slightly metallic and shiny. Then I go back and the thing says yellow. Damn. As for Hermione crying; I considered it, but I was really quite sick of weepy, lovesick Hermione. Why were the girls in the book all crying over their men all the time? Don't tell me all girls do, I have never in my life cried over a boy, ever. *sigh* I thought Hermione was better than that...
Yeah, but she hasn't been with him, they've been friends with ever-increasing UST. In first and second year, maybe third, it was still just kids fighting. And they're still kids.
I don't know. I had a crush on a guy for, like, four years, and never even bothered to try to talk to him. He was nice to look at, good enough. And later, I had a friend that I was sort of dancing around like that, and he blew me off suddenly. But I could never make myself take it seriously. Too many bad romance movies, maybe. I cry plenty, but it's over other things; the environment, the one time I failed a test, the homeless guy on the corner, my uncle's funeral, a poem that feels especially true, a dead butterfly... but over the guy I like? It always seemed so minor and unimportant to me, worrying about other people's feelings.
Well, I thought it was kind of fudged.... and I did say, in my own self-depricating way, that I liked the foreshortening, that was weirdly the easiest part of the pose!
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I don't know. I had a crush on a guy for, like, four years, and never even bothered to try to talk to him. He was nice to look at, good enough. And later, I had a friend that I was sort of dancing around like that, and he blew me off suddenly. But I could never make myself take it seriously. Too many bad romance movies, maybe. I cry plenty, but it's over other things; the environment, the one time I failed a test, the homeless guy on the corner, my uncle's funeral, a poem that feels especially true, a dead butterfly... but over the guy I like? It always seemed so minor and unimportant to me, worrying about other people's feelings.
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YOU LIAR!! RAR!!
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I think you forshortening is awesome...
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