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I love this text post so I drew it
Do u have any advice for artists who draw ridiculously slow???
draw faster
jk haha. here's some tips:
1. identify what's making you draw so slow. can't figure out pose/anatomy? too perfectionist about inking? getting caught up in details? indecisive coloring?
2. timed gesture studies. draw a loose figure w photo reference in 10 minutes. do that a bunch of times. then 5 minutes, 3 minutes, 1 minute. train yourself to omit as much detail as possible while keeping the figure recognizable.
3. the dot/line exercise, sometimes called the "target practice" warmup. draw two dots, then a line connecting them. keep moving the dots farther apart while drawing the line as fast as you can while keeping it STRAIGHT (not wobbly!) and hitting the second dot. the line is ONE stroke. it's harder than it sounds. this should help you get an idea of how fast you can make a controlled stroke
4. look up tutorials on coloring more quickly in whatever art program you're using if you do digital art. chances are there's a tool or setting that can make it easier to fill in shapes. i almost never color by hand, i fill bucket everything
5. free yourself of "clean line art"... 9 times outta 10 people think sketchy lines are more visually appealing anyway. it's faster and they have more life. in my opinion at least
6. use lots of references. spending hours on a complicated pose from memory instead of just looking at photo/3D model reference isn't impressive it's just stupid and unnecessary
7. study with intent. if you struggle with leg anatomy for example, do lots of studies from photos (eyeballing and tracing), then try it freehand/from memory, rinse and repeat 9000 times until it's not something you get stuck on when it comes time to do an illustration/comic page
8. less detail. simplify. you can have ultra detailed art or you can draw fast. pick which is more important to you
9. bullshit it... draw ugly and bad but do it fast. done is always better than perfect
10. thumbnail. it's not just for comics. do a teeny tiny sketch of your drawing beforehand with colors. then use it as reference. helps to finish the actual piece faster when it's planned out
bonus: be impatient and easily bored. i rarely spend more than 2-3 hrs on any one drawing, including comic pages. i got other shit to do!!!! like nap
You ever think about what differentiates us from the enemy?
possession of the mandate of heaven, surely
They say the Goddess chooses her most devout believer to be her champion in times of crisis. Due to your past, you've hated that loathsome Goddess more than anyone in the nation. As it turns out, that also counts as believing in her more than anyone in the nation.
I had a nightmare last night.
I was a reporter.
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They say the Goddess chooses her most devout believer to be her champion in times of crisis. Due to your past, you've hated that loathsome Goddess more than anyone in the nation. As it turns out, that also counts as believing in her more than anyone in the nation.
They say the Goddess chooses her most devout believer to be her champion in times of crisis. Due to your past, you've hated that loathsome Goddess more than anyone in the nation. As it turns out, that also counts as believing in her more than anyone in the nation.
Whoremoans!
E,girl!
Shoutouts to @alice-arty for coming up with this thought bubble!
And then another edit for the fun of it ^^
hypnovulfen (from "the crooked moon") + some concepts
imagine if aliens found the dead body of a human being exploded in the vacuum of space and they started making fun of the mutilated corpse calling it “splatter alien” and saying it was the ugliest alien in the whole galexy. and then made stuffed animals of it to sell to their alien kids. that’s what happened on this planet to the blob fish
fight the slander. post pressurized blobfish
Girl Tintin
This is everything to me
Gods be damned she deserves this
When I worked at the second coffee shop we had three sizes of ice cream, junior, single, and double, and they were all a *lot* of ice cream.
People would come up to the counter and ask for a double with strawberry and cookie dough and I'd say "you might want to do a single or junior with two flavors instead of a double, a double is really big" and they wouldn't listen, and it was always a delight to watch their eyes open in mild panic as the scoops materialized in front of them.
But the *best* was when a kid would ask "dad can i have a double scoop?" And I'd say "you might want a junior scoop with two flavors, they're big scoops" and the parent would say "no, he wants a double" because i worked at that coffee shop for six years and I had a lot of time to practice and very strong arms and I could easily pack a pint and a half of ice cream on top of a sugar cone, and I did so with gleeful abandon every time someone made that mistake and the kids *loved* it when I'd pass the cone over and it would almost tip out of their hands with the weight of the ice cream.
Kids who ordered a junior cone *also* got a truly unmanageable amount of ice cream, but that was never as amusing to me as watching the parents' reactions as I was shoveling a monkey's paw worth of ice cream into a waffle cone and they couldn't change their mind mid-scoop because after all I *had* warned them and backing out after telling me to go ahead would be admitting defeat.
Anyway. If you were a kid who had an unwieldy double scoop at Bean Town Coffee Bar from 2005 to 2011, I hope you had as much fun with your ice cream as I did.
Also we did not give a single fuck about seasons so you could order a PSL or a peppermint latte whenever because who cares if it was "off season " drink your coffee.
We would also stick a slice of pie in a blender with some vanilla ice cream and a splash of milk and call that a smoothie.
We had Italian sodas, which are soda water, syrup, and half and half, so we had about 40 flavors of torani syrup. Once there was this teenager who had lost a bet whose friends made him order an Italian soda with every flavor. I had nothing better to do so I filled an extra large cup with a half second pour of each flavor, mixed it together, poured half into a 20oz cup (waaaaaaaaay too much syrup for an Italian soda) and served the drink (i charged them for ten syrup shots). Since I had a bunch of the mixture left over, I tried it in a more moderate ratio in an Italian soda, and i can *still* taste the creme de menthe, blueberry, and caramel overwhelming everything else.
The kid drank his entire Italian soda and then threw up.
Friend, this isn't even the interesting coffee shop.
For the folks in the notes who want ice cream, we sold Fosselman's before it was widely distributed. My favorite was the lemon custard ice cream with a dark chocolate drizzle, and I had a friend who liked to get an ice cream freeze with the peppermint candy ice cream and root beer (it was shockingly good, the peppermint works with the wintergreen really, really well).
As a side note, I spent large parts of 1990 and 1991 riding home from LA to Alhambra with my mom and listening to Full Moon Fever on tape; every Friday that she drove home from work with me we'd stop at Fosselman's to get ice cream and we'd sing Yer So Bad and Zombie Zoo for the rest of the ride, so Fosselman's ice cream tastes like the concentrated essence of my childhood and it was awesome to work at a coffee shop where I could snag a mini scoop whenever there was a lull in customers.
We also made sandwiches and we were allowed to make whatever the hell experimental thing we wanted and it would possibly end up on the menu - this is the coffee shop where I first made balsamic and pear grilled cheese - and I introduced a sandwich with roast beef, turkey, ham, salami, and bacon that we called the Slaughterhouse Five.
It had chipotle mayo, red onions, spinach, tomatoes, and provolone, and while we did serve it on rolls it was best on a croissant.
Oh we also served this fuck-off incredible chocolate cake that I actually had as my wedding cake. Instead of getting a big expensive wedding cake, large bastard and I ordered eight 2-layer, 9 inch cakes to have at the guest tables and a 3-layer "tiered" cake to have at the head table; it saved us a serving fee and a few hundred dollars and it meant that everyone at the wedding got actually *good* cake.
It was ugly and delicious and still one of the only things that I actually enjoyed about the wedding.
(i wanted to go to the courthouse but everyone outvoted me so instead I did everything in my power to have the cheapest wedding that I could pull off, including making my stupid little lego-us cake toppers.)
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is
Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her
idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her
^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys
Oh I’m not risking it! I’ve seen Holes and know the risks!
Keep those yellow spotted lizards away from me!!!
Don’t know who this girl is. Don’t care. I’ma reblog this before something bad happens
I love myself and my family way too much for me to just scroll past this
OOHHHHH THAT LADY ALR
I’m not sure who this is but I’m also kinda scared so reblogging to not fail my 2 exams
not risking it
I am terrified.
me too tbh
mhm mhm cant risk it
what if my family doesnt get potato water
Scientist bakes sourdough bread with yeast derived from 4500 year old Egyptian pottery
i'm losing my mind @ this thread......historie......
also please note that this scientist is in fact the retired man who invented the xbox.
oh fuck i listened to a podcast that was interviewing him and the process he went through to make this bread, ologies with allie ward like he went through full on clean room levels of prep to ensure that this was 100% yeast from old egypt and had to bend over backwards to ensure everything involved was uncontaminated he then revealed that the original xbox logo...
is a sourdough boule
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!
I was a cheerleader at university, this was in the UK so not serious at all, but we did go and compete at Nationals which were being held in Bournemouth, a fair distance from our uni in London. One of the girls was like "omg you can stay at my house! My parents live like 30 minutes away." so all 25 of us got on the coach with a blanket and pillow and clothes, expecting to like, stay at a house.
Her house in the New Forest. They had a pool and hot tub, a pool house, and I think 4 or 5 bedrooms and 2 reception rooms. I say "I think" because we weren't actually allowed to stay in the house. Our coach and 2 male members stayed in the pool house, which had a very small room, plus a bathroom which all of us were to share. The rest of us had to sleep in a big tent gazebo thing in the garden. In May in England. When none of us were prepared for camping. It was about 10°c in the night, not comfortable at all.
I very briefly saw the inside of the house when I asked her mother if there was another bathroom because we were running late and i needed to put my contact lenses in, and she shooed me into a cupboard under the stairs. The living room I caught a glimpse of had enough space for all of us to sleep there.
The next day when we got back from the competition, we were given a BBQ dinner! Which consisted of 1 chicken leg and 1 potato each.
For the privilege of staying at her house, we all had to give Nadine £5.
Every time I see a post like this, I think of that time, freezing my ass off, in a mansion garden.
A uni classmate invited me over to her place so I could draw a portrait of her. She was very excited to have the portrait and gift it to her grandmother.
Her place? It was her family's home. She lived there with her parents, grandma, and two older brothers. It was a mansion with over 100 acres around it, with a big ass stable full of horses, a swimming pool, pool house, tennis court, eight bedrooms, ten full bathrooms, a section of the house was set aside for employees (two cooks, four housekeepers, two gardeners, and a couple others), two kitchens, several living rooms, and it was MASSIVE. It took two hours of her driving us to get there.
We went up to her rooms. Yes, as in plural. She had technically moved put and into the dorms so she wouldn't be driving several hours for school. Her rooms were larger than any house I had lived in growing up (military brat, two parents, two sisters, a dog, all our stiff), and she had a big ass balcony. We set things up for the portrait and got to work. It was going really well...until her grandma came in. No knocking, just came in, and immediately started tearing into the portrait.
Then she insisted I pay her for her daughter driving me out there. Her grandma insisted on $100 minimum because I was taking up so much time. We ended up hauling ass outta there, and I paid nothing.
The ride back? My classmate told me her grandma is upset about her being tainted by us low class folks. Tainted how? Generosity, kindness, and not demanding everyone pay her back every damn penny spent. This was 20 years ago, gas was significantly cheaper, and not the $100 that rich cunt assumed. She explained her grandma has never once handled money and has no idea what things actually cost, like those rich folks in comedies who think a banana is $15.
The portrait was scrapped, and I never went over to that house again. During a group project, she had suggested her place because it was large enough and we could stay over if it went on all night. I asked her what her grandma would say about that, and we ended up using the school library because it was open 24 hours a day.
Folks born into wealth are some of the worst people I have ever met.
Folks born into wealth
are some of the worst people
I have ever met.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.