I'm twenty-one; my birthday was Tuesday. Feel free to buy some of my jewelry as a birthday gift for someone else as a birthday gift to me; kill two birds with one stone! There's a few premades in my Artfire that are really pretty and need buying! And I recently picked up some one centimeter antique brass earrings that want filling.
I'm allergic to my hometown (very literally--my asthma cleared up in the week I was in Manitoba.)
Oh yeah, and this update is late. But I sucked it up and stayed up even though I wanted to be sleeping and started painting one panel so that I could have "less work on it to do tommorow" and then well, I finished it. To be fair I'd already done the bubbles, panels, and backgrounds. I just had to paint the two panels of Abroidine. Which I actually kinda like. They're pretty rough but I like that. Sometimes the rough bugs me but today I feel like it has a certain measure of charm, especially in the bottom panel. Sometimes I feel like I've lost some sort of flow from the pencils to the digital, a certain sort of rough motion. In fact, very often I feel that way. Today I don't, and that actually cheers me up a bit. Plus I think I'm finally getting hands. They're not perfect but they have this sort of... handiness about them, a sense of hands amidst the rough painting. That's what I paint a comic for. I don't want things to necessarily be solid; I like the idea, the NOTION of things to be there rather than the actuality. Uhm. Yeah, I should sleep. Even though I'm not tired. That... five hour nap kinda killed THAT urge. Five hour nap? That's as much sleep as I got last night! (dying)
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(flail) - October 17, 2010 - 0043
I'm twenty-one; my birthday was Tuesday. Feel free to buy some of my jewelry as a birthday gift for someone else as a birthday gift to me; kill two birds with one stone! There's a few premades in my Artfire that are really pretty and need buying! And I recently picked up some one centimeter antique brass earrings that want filling.I'm allergic to my hometown (very literally--my asthma cleared up in the week I was in Manitoba.)
Oh yeah, and this update is late. But I sucked it up and stayed up even though I wanted to be sleeping and started painting one panel so that I could have "less work on it to do tommorow" and then well, I finished it. To be fair I'd already done the bubbles, panels, and backgrounds. I just had to paint the two panels of Abroidine. Which I actually kinda like. They're pretty rough but I like that. Sometimes the rough bugs me but today I feel like it has a certain measure of charm, especially in the bottom panel. Sometimes I feel like I've lost some sort of flow from the pencils to the digital, a certain sort of rough motion. In fact, very often I feel that way. Today I don't, and that actually cheers me up a bit. Plus I think I'm finally getting hands. They're not perfect but they have this sort of... handiness about them, a sense of hands amidst the rough painting. That's what I paint a comic for. I don't want things to necessarily be solid; I like the idea, the NOTION of things to be there rather than the actuality. Uhm. Yeah, I should sleep. Even though I'm not tired. That... five hour nap kinda killed THAT urge. Five hour nap? That's as much sleep as I got last night! (dying)