the renaissance man

The name's Matteo Loy, but you might as well call me Da Vinci. Everyone else does. Matteo is one of the oldest students of Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters, but he's also one of the newest. panfandom marvel oc with the ability to predict the future through artistic means. sideblog. will be likely used infrequently for actual roleplaying; will be used as an art appreciation blog as well.

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Federico Infante

[lilswampslut]

It comes and it goes in waves (5/5/14)

MUA/Photographer/Model/Editor: Stephanie Fernandez

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Portrait: Michael Trevino - Colour pencils - by Mercenobody.

[clarenguyen]

Saw them dancing in your eyes Like shadows in the night Doing pirouettes around the stars We were running in a haze I remember every shade In my veins and they shot up sparks

Atmosphere, 2014

Facebook Page / Society 6

[izzydoodledump]

You asked for it and now I made one!!! My 1st tumblr tutorial! Woot Woot!! This is a PaintTool Sail tutorial for basic shading. hopefully it is easy for you to follow :) If not, message me with questions. And heres a gif for the visual learners:

[artist-refs]

Figure drawing video series.

Part 1 - Introduction (above)

Part 2 - Proportions (Also, advice on remembering stuff at the end)

Part 3 - Perspective

Part 4 - The human figure in perspective

Part 5 - Drawing the mannequin figure

Part 6 - Anatomy drawing for artists

Part 7 - Drawing and shading

[lacarpa]

Şahin Demir

[slowartday-blog]

Angélica García

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Andy Denzler

[archann]

Archan Nair - New Artwork titled “ Embrace“

Website // Facebook // Instagram

[sforzinda]

The Dance Lesson (detail), Edgar Degas, 1879

[energydrain]

[ It feels a lot like being a zombie - something Robin Rockwell had thought she’d known from birth. People used to tell her she was impossible. Either she couldn’t sit still or she had her head down on her desk ,and that made her more than a little bit impossible, didn’t it? 

And that was before there’d been anything different about her - when she was just a teenager with too many hours on her hands. 

Since her gift developed, she’s kept her hands to herself as a general rule of thumb - do not touch, do not let others faint because you can’t control yourself. 

(Make sure they will still be able to love you, when all of this is over. Because if they don’t, there’s nothing left to lose. She never wants to have nothing left to lose.) 

It feels like it is coming to that point. 

She hasn’t slept in days, but she’s exhausted. Every time she closes her eyes - 

E l l i o t.

And they won’t let her help. Not like she wants. Not the Brotherhood, and not the mansion, and Robin is seventeen but she feels like she’s six, like she’s a kid and powerless. 

So when Matteo speaks - ]

You should maybe ask someone who gets to know something. 

[ Arms wrapped around her middle, she drops herself into the other chair. Blue eyes (her mother’s, her father had always said) shift to see the artwork. ] 

Never had anyone draw me before. It’s, uh, it’s nice. 

[artisticprecognition-blog]

[ His brows creep upward, gentle in their climb. When he speaks, his question is genuine, voice soft. ]

And who might that be?

[ He is a boy who can see the future, more or less, and even he has been left in the dark as to what will happen. The future is often malleable, he knows this, but usually there is something to be seen; something to hint toward what might be, what could be, what will be. ]

Forgive me, Robin, that probably sounded rude. But as far as I can tell, no one knows anything yet. I don't know why they'd keep anything like this from us.

[ At her mention of his sketch, he tilts the page toward her. ]

It's rough, still. It's hard to get details down just right before the subject appears, sometimes. But thank you.

[artisticprecognition-blog]

nerapolem

He's taken his sketchbook to the beach, just to get away from everything going on at the school, and he's been there for a while now without even picking up his pencil.

But he's getting into the mood to sketch now, as the high-noon sun creeps back down toward the horizon, casting interesting shadows over the debris on the beach, and he finds himself caught up in a piece in just a few pencil strokes.

(When he's like this, sometimes it's a little hard for him to break focus.)

This is his therapy, this is how he self medicates, and he's halfway into a sketch where he's inexplicably inserted a lithe, feminine form when he looks up.

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[artisticprecognition-blog]

[ He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel at least a little guilty about this whole mess. Knowing how irrational that is doesn't seem to make a difference either; he can't possibly predict everything that will happen to everyone.

But still, it wears on him as the days tick by into weeks. If he could have known this might happen, he might have been able to warn Elliot or Robin of what they might be getting into. Might've been able to give them some sort of clue to help keep them both safe, to bring them both home.

There are always so many 'ifs' that come with his gift, and sometimes that's hard for a young man to shoulder.

It's a cruel irony that this would be something--this misplaced feeling of responsibility--that he would like to talk to Elliot about. But with him missing and him unsure of where he stands with the others, he takes to his sketchbook as a form of self medication.

A half hour or so later, he's putting the finishing touches on a drawing of someone stepping in through a doorway, and expectantly, he looks up. Just in time to see the very scene he'd drawn.

There's a breathless moment where hopes floats his heart into his throat, where it sits waiting for the other to speak . ]

Any news?