#keyboard doodle

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Sunday night painting. I wasn’t super happy with how the tower and some of the trees turned out. I think i made the ‘weird’ aspect a little too obvious this time. The wrecked sign by the river looked better, but this looks weird due to the metallic paint i used.

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A random horse, blepping his disapproval.

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I tried to emulate the lineless style of @gabecebro (which i’ve come to adore this weekend) but I don’t think I did it right. Oh well, practice will make perfect. Included the

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based on this ref:

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Did a quick thing in new art program Clip Studio Paint. Seems pretty similar to the version of Manga Studio i was using but maybe there’s more once i scratch the surface i’ll discover new secrets.

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today’s warmup

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Absence of Light

06/13/17

The village next to Skyward Hill slept peacefully, blanketed heavily this night by dark clouds. A hint of a breeze caressed the thickly wooded hill, and blew past the homes of the folk in the town. In the last house of the village, which backed up against the rising of the hill, a young woman opened her eyes in the dark.

She wasn't sure what had awoken her, the ghost of a dream, or a noise in the night perhaps, but she lay perfectly still in her narrow bed. She breathed in and out silently, gazing up at the wooden ceiling. The soft noises of the night at rest floated to her on the breeze through the open window. Her slow breaths failed to lull her back to sleep.

Presently, she moved to the chair next to the window, and sat in the dark running her hairbrush through her wavy brown hair. It bounced over her shoulders, and the sound of the brush kissing past her hair was the only sound she could hear. She watched her own shadowy movements in the mirror hanging on the wall across from the window, straining to see through the moonless dark.

She laid the brush on the windowsill and rose to her feet, brushing her night-shirt into place. She stood in the dark for a moment, feeling the breeze through the window, then stepped silently to the door of her room. She pulled it open, a soft groan from the hinge, and stepped into the hallway. Her family slept; ladylike snores from her mother, deep breathing from her father.

Her bare feet made no noise on the stairs as she descended. She moved through the silent, black house, weaving past furniture and the mess of a busy home. Gingerly, she opened the latch on the front door, hearing a click from the lock that sounded loud in the silence. She eased the door open and stepped out onto the front porch. The breeze was warm, carrying the faint smell of lavender. She stood still in the night, breathing in the scent.

The ground was cool, the heat of the day lost in the night. The young woman circled her house, her feet damp from the grass' dew. She walked slowly, less confident outdoors than in. The breeze urged her on, blowing along her back now and then. She stood at the edge of her family's property, at the very base of Skyward Hill. The breeze beckoned.

The trees were thick on Skyward Hill. The young woman walked among them, brushing her fingertips along their gnarled bark as she passed. Her bare feet stepped lightly over dead leaves, and fallen twigs, and cast-off pine needles, ignoring the scratches on the soles of her feet. The blackness of the night weighed down on her, and her eyes peered sightlessly into the dark. The trees were ghostly sentinels, looming past her as she climbed on.

The top of Skyward Hill was flat, with a ring of thick, ancient trees surrounding a rocky pile. The young woman stood on the hilltop, resting her feet and aching legs. The breeze had cooled, and it swept around her, making her plain white night-shirt dance, brushing the tops of her thighs. She looked up at the clouds, so heavy and close, almost close enough to touch. The darkness separated her from the trees, the hill, her town. The rest of the world could have been a dream, for all she was concerned.

The breeze gusted to wind, and all at once the clouds parted. The young woman stared up at the moon, massive and luminous and hanging just over her head. The moon shined her reflected light down on the girl on the hilltop, and she was transfixed. The stars revolved around the hill and she and the moon were as one in the night.

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There was some kind of softball game on at the gym this weekend, so here’s some Softball Gals