Summary 2014

I wish I actually had the time this break to fix those finals so I wouldn't be embarrassed to show them. *facepalm

Kukoku no kyoon

Can't stop listening to this, with animu starry sparkles in eyes and everything. _(:з」∠)_ Can't wait for the translation, but it feels pretty damned good to be able to glean a hint of basic meaning as is.

Digital Painting week 5

The overlay blending mode is absolute magic lololololol. The more I learn, the more I feel like a helpless newborn with no fucking idea on how to do anything.

Also I can't figure out how to make blogger stop doing this automatic color correction thing and it's a pain having to upload a url rather than the actual image, what the hell.

Digital painting week 4

Video game character sheet in monochrome. Hey Saga, haven't drawn you in a while.

Digital Painting week 3

Everything in the world is literally viscom. Everything in the world is literally viscom. Everything in the fucking world is really actually LITERALLY viscom, fucking shit.

This is a paradigm shift.

Digital painting week 1

Thanks to these amazingly comfy brushes, the need to work outside of Photoshop is getting less and less... Still in the market for either a good work computer or Cintiq, though. Anyway, since everything from this term on will be 90% digital, hopefully I'll be more motivated to put homework up. -_-;

Tibetan-themed redesigns of Back to the Future's Doc Brown.

Water

Not at all happy with these guys, but there is no more time.

So pissed with myself right now.

Struggling to finish these both by tonight, final deadliest of all deadlines. Summoning all my strength and resolve ever.

"Saga...is dead."

God it's been TOO fucking long since I've made anything for me.

Deadline for the next publication, at the end of the month, will be pushing me to make a lot more. Despite how terrible a dent this puts into homework time, I haven't felt this fucking good since February.

First sculpt

It's nice to be ambitious about drawing and all, but then I remember I actually AM (was) too fucking busy. With this guy. 

Chavant clay. This is a fucking amazing medium.

I am an artist.

That is what I am, and that is what I do. Because of that, I draw. Because of that, I exist. How dare I become complacent? How dare I let this fall into habit and live simply to get by, homework to homework? How dare I forget the passion that led me here in the first place?!

From this day on, daily sketches resume. No more bullshit excuses. No more fear of toil and burnout, because that is part of the natural struggle in life. I eat and sleep every day; so will I draw.

Happy birthday (in Asia time), Saga and Kanon. I live to breathe life into you.


(And, thank you, Tomas. It was the greatest thing in the world to meet you.)

What

Who in the world just straight-up accidentally have a conversation that lasts 11 hours from the moment of waking, to the point of forgetting to eat, for the entire day? And could have kept going if not for schoolwork? Every single time we meet.

What the fuck is wrong with us. XD

Mais

It all seems so easy now. That you are here, as am I, and that I
found
you.

Single repeat loop

Can't stop.

Also, some 2-5 min live figure drawings from last term on 18 "x 24". Hesitated about posting because...I've...improved.

The real vacation

is school.

I lose count of how many times I thought days have passed, only to find out that a mere few hours had gone by. This past week (and almost half) dragged on for years. Just under one more week to go.

And despite all this (free-ish) time, it feels like I don't have enough to want to open up and draw.

Photoshop pt 2

I should probably put up other stuff too, now that the first term is (somehow, already) done. Pretty fucking amazing that I feel more comfortable with PS at this point than I do with SAI, except larger canvases are incredibly sluggish on my own computer. I (desperately) need to upgrade that RAM.

Adults

Got schooled on how that's supposed to work.

What is intimacy?

Where do boundaries lie? This is a sweet spot romanticized since teenage years; I had no idea it could exist as an actual thing, a factual state readily achievable in real life.

[Of course, it did also immensely help to learn that attraction is acknowledged to exist in at least four different forms (physical, romantic, mental, spiritual), and asexuality does not stiffly mean an inability to experience any. Most simply blank on physical attraction. The other three are why humans live.]

Today, there was a certain cloudy look in those eyes that I could feel myself simultaneously mirroring. The kind that drew people to traverse a room, to awkwardly fiddle as they suddenly awaken to the fact that that was a moment.

Most of me enjoys this tremendously, with high hopes that it can go on. A small part worries that this balance is too subtle, the line too powdery thin, and that the scale would too-soon tip over, before we even suspect it.

Growing fam-fam

Gentleman, we have company.