On particularly frustrating days I replay the moment my self confidence was stomped on and left for dead. Someone I really admired—and I admire very few people—told me I was an awful artist and writer. It still makes me want to break down in tears.
I’m a vindictive person though, so let’s see how long that will keep me down.
Breathing is apparently a luxury.
Just a little doodle I did on my Kindle of my roommate’s RP character. Slowly I will get used to the art programs on Kindle and make prettier things.
I hope to post some other things this week, if the world doesn’t sabotage me.
I’m not dead, I promise.
So updating my wacom drivers killed all of my preferences. This is a little test picture I threw together. On the bright side my Cintiq pressure works 100% now.
And more experimenting with art programs on my kindle. Done with Autodesk’s Sketchbook Mobile. Have an awkward chibi of RPG character Myron.
Experimenting with the various art apps on my kindle. I do like the real media look for Infinite Painter, and thought I’d doodle a bit of Journey fanart of my fan character.
Another RP character. Wheatley. Another too many limbed I’m not entirely sure what’s happening here character.
I spent all day playing a tedious game of catchup. However, I did this cute little sketch of my RP character Myron. Once upon a time he was a very normal sparrow, and then I told the admin to have fun. Now he has entirely too many limbs, which I am morbidly fascinated by.
I think this is my favorite doodle from the livestream session. I can’t help but love Marigold’s face.
This… didn’t start out anything remotely like this. The fat cat doodle was first, then the rest lined up so nicely.
Anyway, I doodle Nathalia’s monster concept of me. Because you know. I like it a lot.
Well, I had an allergic reaction that KO’d me for the majority of the day. Have a sketch of a Dullahan girl. I intend to make a proper colored thing for her soon.
The two characters in my head who see dead people. Jay is a college student who is painfully oblivious to everything. Wallace works in an insane asylum and has trouble telling the difference between normal people and ghosts because he’s color blind. Maybe one day I’ll do something with the pair of them.
Fat free kittens. I misread a sign that the neighbors down the street had posted. The kittens were free, just not fat free. It’s been a long day, can you tell? I hope to have actual art to post tomorrow.
A not so fantastic sketch of my druid character being… mildly ominous.