ya reminds me of illustrations in certain books
ya reminds me of illustrations in certain books
"There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all." - Anonymous
The Infinite Strength of Spirit empowers the Will to embrace the Beauty of Change - Patryc
"If I distrust the human being, then I must cram her with information of my own choosing lest she go her own mistake way. But if I trust the capacity of the human individual for developing, then I can provide her with many opportunities and permit her to choose her own way and her own directions in learning." - Rogers & Freiberg, 1994, p. 160
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Oreides, ur drawings are amazing!
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thanks again for all the support you guys
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
inspiration for the day:
YouTube - Cibo Matto - Sugar Water
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
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"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
question oreides, how u do them? I mean, technique... U do them in paper/canvas or sometimes in the computer too?
most of these are digital. i think i posted a painting and a pencil drawing, but pretty much everything is done on a computer.
i have a tablet.. if you havent seen one, its like a big touchpad you can get in different sizes, and a pen with sensors. it controls your mouse when you're drawing.
i use either photoshop CS2, or Corel Painter 8.
the only other thing are my oekakis, i think i posted like two of them.
i do those on oekaki BBS boards... theyre fun, look em up if you're into anime/manga/comics. you draw stuff on templates and post them along with other people.
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
cool! thanks for ur answers!
nice so digital freehand - gotta love technology sometimes
"There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all." - Anonymous
The Infinite Strength of Spirit empowers the Will to embrace the Beauty of Change - Patryc
"If I distrust the human being, then I must cram her with information of my own choosing lest she go her own mistake way. But if I trust the capacity of the human individual for developing, then I can provide her with many opportunities and permit her to choose her own way and her own directions in learning." - Rogers & Freiberg, 1994, p. 160
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yes i really do prefer the hands-on experience, but digital makes it easy to sketch out ideas and work on color theories without costing money.. paints are expensive... last time i went and bought my paints for the next couple years, i spent over 500 dollars... eck.Originally Posted by Patryc
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
i was feeling particularly sexy today haha
dunno why, just feelin' good inside.
so i painted a sexy version of goldaline. whoo!
[corel painter 8]
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
ROWL ya that's hot so looks like a real painting
"There are hundreds of languages in the world, but a smile speaks them all." - Anonymous
The Infinite Strength of Spirit empowers the Will to embrace the Beauty of Change - Patryc
"If I distrust the human being, then I must cram her with information of my own choosing lest she go her own mistake way. But if I trust the capacity of the human individual for developing, then I can provide her with many opportunities and permit her to choose her own way and her own directions in learning." - Rogers & Freiberg, 1994, p. 160
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Very nice work!
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thank you
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
Wow, pretty Good, so you have some talent after all
great ! looks amazing
And in fact, i found this to be NO coincedence
hahahah i guess so. yanno bj, i'm starting to like you, you crackpotWow, pretty Good, so you have some talent after all
thanks tho.
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
thank yougreat ! looks amazing
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
the second release of Eleanor [version 1.0]
inside of her, she felt it begin to emerge.
she was bound around the waist with children, their cries and screams for mercy and safety, wordless and sputtering. their faces distorted with fear and terror. she could not allow herself to keep secret within her that protection. she knew what she must do.
"Eleanor!" they cried,
"Eleanor..." they whimpered.
metal began to twist inside of her artificial heart. she began to feel the oily blood begin to pump and throb into every inch of her being. something she hadn't let resurface in what felt like centuries. she feared to become what what she was created to be.
underneath the rainy skies she pressed the terrified children back into the depths of an old shack, an abandoned vending booth that twisted through hallways to empty into a storage room. she hurried them and they clung to her arms and legs, but she couldn't hesitate. her heart went out to them, but she did not want their beautiful eyes to see what was to become of their savior.
she turned to their teacher, who was trembling in shock. "Shield their eyes, don't let them see, keep them hidden away from all of this. Don't let the children see."
ripping herself out of their arms and untangling herself from their fingers, she turned to run back out into the blinding rainfall. she knew there wasn't much time. she pushed people back into their shanties, cried for window watchers to shut their blinds and lock their doors. but not because of that which came their way, but for what she wanted to remain hidden inside of her.
the oily fluid, a friend and enemy, was throbbing throughout her, and she felt the changes of rage and malice building up like the angry ticking of a clock. she turned her face upward into the dreary sky and felt the rain turn into steam as it fell onto her burning face. and she waited.
around the bend he came, a writhing mixture of agony and all that causes the disgust from God. twisting and crackling limbs of all he entranced, women and men of lust and desires never to be free from his cages of bones and flesh. a gigantic demon with a foul yellow skin, soaked in its own drool and carnal juices. crawling like a slug, scratching at the pavement with cracked fingernails. his victims moaning, rasping in an eternal hell of their vices. he smelled fear, he smelled innocence. he was ravenous upon the streets.
Eleanor felt a boiling point rise up in her throat that took over her mind, blinded her with the ecstasy of rage. her body began to break down, her artificial body of metals and wiring and electricity began to hum and whirr with a surge of energy. crackling and morphing, the metal plates and wires began to split and rewire themselves, anxious for the release of their true forms.
distorted and horrific she drew upward. her spine separated from her back and ribs twisted and turned into seven large whipping tails. they reached upwards, spiraling higher and higher, as if they were birds released from its cage. her metals burned orange and red with the intensity of her heat, suddenly as supple as flesh.
the demon stopped to study this girl changing forms, and reared up to expose the pale, deformed children wailing from his belly. they cried for their mothers, they cried for help. their little fingers reached out from within his slime, constantly searching.
Eleanor could not bare this sight. her monstrous fangs parted in a gush of blood to answer their cries with a cry of her own, metallic and chilling, a scream that shook the buildings and the pavement between the two. she had finished her morphing and her gigantic body of ripping sinews and swirling hot metal shuddered with her building emotions.
she was not merciful, she was not the person she had always tried to be. as if she could ever truly be human, she tried her best. she herself sank back into her soul and hoped for the best as her true nature ravaged and tore apart the demon. she closed herself off to the sight, she did not want to see herself doing these things. she did not want to see the way in which these bodies were torn asunder and thrown beside her, as she clawed her way through the shrieking demon. he bit and twirled himself around her, but her body burned through him. she crushed his spider-like head in her jaws and spat his eyes out at his own body. her seven tails wrapped around him to slice him in half, slashed through him like razor blades and out gushed his insides. splattering out upon the streets, his foulness overwhelmed her senses. but to her horror, she could hardly control her ecstasy in the carnage.
pieces and pieces, until there was nothing remotely left of him, the souls of his victims screamed and were released into the painful depths of their own hells. the children, however, could be saved in time. that was not up to her.
as soon as she felt this vile act had been finished, she slammed her soul fully back into the body and fought for control. collapsing over and hissing, wailing, the body fought back in rage, but she quieted herself with simple whispers and soothing humming. she felt the blood slow and retreat back into their hiding. her body was losing heat, and sinking back into itself. in a moments time she knew she would have control over herself again. she guided the rage back into its container, and comforted her nature.
she lay there, together again, crying for what she had done.
but it was what she was made for.
and it was this that burdened her soul.
she drew herself up out of the stench of the demon's guts and stared frozen into what a mess she made of him. bones and bodies of the deceased mixed with his own flesh, it was a disgusting and saddening burial. how was she going to clean up this atrocity?
if only she had been created to love and live, as humans do.
[just working on getting out scenes for a comic. sorry if it made you sick. bwaaahahahah!!!
editing will come later, once i get away from it for a while. sorry if i use the same words over and over... it will be fixed up sooner or later.]
"We do not err because the truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable." - Alexander Solzhenitsyn
("no step too high for a stepper." -dad)
u da bomb
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