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Sub-Sketch

Wed Jul 29, 2009, 9:33 PM
I never made enough money on prints for DA to actually send me a check, so I got sick of it hanging in the air and used it to get a subscription. Which is how they get you, by the way. Anyway, I've grown used to it, but don't want to pay for it out of pocket. So I offer this up to whoever acts first. If you gift me a 3 month sub I'll do a nice sketch for you.

[link] Something like this, which I can't get to show as a thumbnail despite trying several times. You've got 7 days. If the sub runs out the deal is off. As we all know if you break the deal, you face the wheel.

  • Mood: Neutral
  • Reading: The Areas Of My Expertise - John Kellogg Hodgeman
  • Playing: Trace memory

In space, no one can hear your feature.

Tue Jul 21, 2009, 11:26 PM
:icontempest-lavalle: did a feature journal. No one had commented when I happened by, so I decided that couldn't be allowed to stand. Now, bound by the terms of the contract, I must do a feature journal as well. I have modified the terms of the agreement, pray I do not alter them further.

RULES:
1. Write a comment on this journal and I shall feature three pieces from your gallery.

2. You have to do a feature journal, as well (3 works). Featuring me to start with, and then the first 15 or so people who write a comment. I, however, will only feature the first 3 commenters. More may follow if I so choose, or have time. I promise nothing! I intend to give a brief explanation about my choices. Feel free to incorperate this into your own journal.

:icontempest-lavalle:
1) [link]
2) [link]
3) [link]

The why:
Her gallery is like a visual representation of her personality. Although I've only interacted with her via text I feel like I have a clear idea of who she is based on that alone. These 3 works showcase clear aspects of this friend of mine.


:iconh2o589:
1) [link]
2) [link]
3) [link]

The why:
I know it's kind of a dick move to have fanart of my own character in this list, but it really is one of his strongest works. The thing looks like it could have been pulled right out of one of Marvel's attempts to get people to give a shit about the Fantastic Four, and c'mon, Kwijibo. I'm all about old Simpson's references.

:iconphantasim-fan:
1) [link]
2) [link]
3) [link]

The why:
His style lends itself to crazy characters, like old school Joker. Seeing a single page of a comic that spams over a hundred really doesn't give you an idea of what a bitch it can be to make one. I'll always have a special place in my heart for the gaily costumed heros of old. A very gay place.

:iconsparkyevil:
1) [link]
2) [link]
3) [link]

The why:
I can sum this up in one line, but I'll go ahead and use two. Daddy likes a hard line.

:icondxprog:
1) [link]
2) [link]
3) [link]

The why:
I love this paper cutout looking stuff. The Nemo one looks like a production image.

:iconmanekochan:
1) [link]
2) [link]
3) [link]

The why:
I can't draw animals for shit. Not real looking ones at least. She can. Very much so. Love The Dango is probably the most unique idea I've seen in years. I'm drawn to it, but know enough to keep my distance. Manekochan also remembers the old anime styles. Styles I still love. Looking at her work casts a paling light on my own.

:iconnewgirlcomic:
1) [link]
2) [link]
3) [link]

The why:
Newgirl is a refreshing addition to the super hero mythos, which has become stale in recent years. The world's fastest blind man makes me laugh. Every time I think about it. Thirdly, Ted Danson.

  • Mood: Neutral
  • Reading: The Areas Of My Expertise - John Kellogg Hodgeman
  • Playing: Valkyrie Profile: Covenant Of The Plume

And... Scene!

Wed May 27, 2009, 11:09 PM
“Every person in this room is your enemy.” He said passing his eyes over the room. “Careers in art are extremely rare. One third of you are wasting your time, money, and effort by trying to be professionals.”
The students were as still as the dead. Professor Brown strode into the classroom proper and up to the podium. He had the look of an aging hippy, but spoke with all the authority of a general sending troops to war.
“I can already tell which of you have futures. I know which of you will spend the better part of your lives trying, desperately, to escape the horrors of the work a day world. Deep inside you know who you are. You’ve doubted your skills every moment of every day; seen other surpass you in every discipline. To you I say save yourselves now! Give up on art! Go to your counselor and transfer into business courses. Become chefs, mailmen, laborers. You will simply become lifeless husks, spending each day wishing you had the talent to have been someone, but you will survive. If survival is important to you tarry not in this place. I assure you… only the strongest will ever do more than simply survive.”
The room was as silent as a tomb. Brown stood on his point; his cold gaze meeting with the eyes of random students. Then, near the back of the room, the sound of chair legs grinding across tile. A tall, lanky, boy stood quietly, gathered his things and strode, silently, from the room. Moments later a blonde girl followed. Obviously choking back tears. A few seconds later a boy with long, stringy, black, dyed hair rose and walked calmly towards the door. Just before he left he paused, looked the class over, and gave the assembled a single digit salute. His gaze met Professor Brown’s last. Brown simply smiled and waved back.
“Ta-Ta,” He chirped. “I look forward to seeing you at Starbucks.” The boy grimaced, muttered something, and strode out.
“Well,” He continued. “Now that the drama is out of the way the rest of us can set to work. In the adjoining room you will find easels already prepared with paper and charcoal. Please find one for yourself and I shall join you presently.”
Slowly, almost cautiously, the class filtered into the drawing room. Brown waited till they were all inside before making his way towards the door. Pausing briefly, he looked over the list of names his clipboard. “Only three this year.” He thought. “I’m losing my touch.”

I recognize that this sort of thing can be submitted as "art" but I choose not to. I may post it to the comic blog, but I know that many of you here will identify strongly with this little scene, and the comments for the comic blog are a pain to go back and forth with.

  • Mood: Neutral

The missles... The missles...

Thu May 14, 2009, 5:16 PM
I played Bangai O way to long last night. Now I see missles flying at me when I close my eyes. O_O

  • Mood: Stunned

Debated.

Sat Apr 18, 2009, 11:29 PM
As I putz around DA I've noticed that people are very polarized about the whole "should I comment if I fave" thing. I don't care where anybody else stands. As far as me goes, you can fave my whole gallery and never say a damn thing. The fave is more than enough.

I look at a lot of art, but I rarely have anything whorthwhile to say about it. In my head it's like "this picture makes me happy ergo I will fave it."

Nothing deeper.

No sililoquies about the nature of mankind, or the theory of color. Perhaps you are like me in that respect. I understand. If you have something to say, that's cool too. Even if all you want to note is that a character is anatomically pleasing to you. I sympathize. I wouldn't have drawn it if some part of me didn't feel that way too.

The internet can be a scary place. Sometimes having to say something is just too much. I'm not going to jump all up in your shit if you don't have well thought out opinions of my work. Liking it at all is just fine.

  • Mood: Approval
  • Listening to: The Comeback - Jake Jensen
  • Playing: Animal Crossing: City Folk

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