As much as I like this style above all others, it sure does take a while to finish something. Just means I need more practice and I’m too lazy… Oh and the hand and arm doesn’t look right (mostly because the hand is TINY like WTF was I smoking), but I am so beyond caring at this point. The sexy feet make up for it.
Uploading old art because I can.
For May Appreciation Month. This is one of her lovely characters, Madison (both the person and the little foxy).
Hope you like it and actually don’t implode from all the art you’re going to get this month! Wasn’t really too sure on how the muzzle was suppose to be colored so um, I really hope I didn’t mess it up!
I like to write drabbles of my characters, especially for those characters in the comic I’m working on. Two of my favorites are a lesbian couple named Mooney (also known as Carren Casaire) and Hazel.
Their relationship isn’t based on sex but more on just sheer love. They would be content to just lay in the grass, holding hands and staring up at the sky for the rest of time without end. Just the knowledge of having that one person that will not judge you for your faults and that will look under your emotions for the reason why before condemning you – that’s the depth of their relationship.
Anyway the drabble is after the read-more, just in-case for those of you that are not comfortable with homosexuality.
Someone mentioned drawing a Swallow Tailed Kite gryphon and so I made one that’s part Snow Leopard. The sad thing about making this particular bird into a gryphon is that it loses its very distinct tail when I morph it.
So yea, I’m thinking of maybe messing around with doing some gryphons that have kitty paws and legs but with bird tail-feathers? I’m not too partial on talons so any excuse to draw cute, soft paws always works for me.
Go see what’s up with you once the Internet is shut down for good.
It has been a year since the internet’s demise… Elluain now leads a rebel army.
Sounds plausible.
(Source: octoberthulhu)
Here’s Valen Dunne, pretty much the only character that I draw that belongs to me. She will always be my darling. This is her in a cute dress that she wears because of reasons. Mainly because I can and I did.
And why yes, this is my first pencil sketch gracing this blog.
Learning anatomy drawing is important. Period. Whatever you plan to draw and however you plan to draw it you need to have an idea of what it actually looks like, practice in realism, before you plan to move on to creative interpretation.
Here are examples of all different kinds of athletic body types to illustrate the importance of knowing what sort of “built” look you will need to go for when drawing and designing a character. Not all fit is the same fit and it is so hard to find adequate variety when looking for references. These were linked by a talented comic artist Nina Matsumoto. Here site can be found herehttp://ninamatsumoto.wordpress.com/
A good sampling of her art can be found here http://spacecoyote.deviantart.com/
speaking of anatomy, i still remember reading in a ~*~manga art help book~*~ that all crotches should be on the same level/height, disregarding torso and leg lengths.
i always thought that was ridiculous, but i still think of it every time i stare at pictures like this.
Oh hello, you’re modeling for me?
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Regarding the first image, the way I draw the hip area and legs in general is pretty exaggerated, I remove a lot of muscle and curve the bones. The left of each set is more correct if you’re aiming to be more realistic.
The second image is just how I personally stretch legs into different body types. The third is one of my most generic poses and some feet. I approach the bottoms of the feet the same way I do hands and I make toes by just overlapping the little circles. The fourth image features some attempts at different positions I don’t show as much, an area I still have to work on myself.
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I’ve still yet to recover from my recent lethargy, so this was all I could think to do… but I hope this is of at least some use! Sorry! :(
This is really good to look at, thank you for posting it!
Gosh I need to practice my legs/feet so much. ;;
legs legs legs
I need to draw some. And feet.
I need to draw me some cute chubby women.
This is the point where I realize all my characters share the same size and that must be corrected.
Starting now.
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I must have been around eleven years old about the time this occurred to me. You see, my dad is in the military so we move around a lot. Although we stayed around one general area, our house changed every couple of years. We lived in a small town down towards the southern end of South Korea and people there were rather superstitious. I never put much stock in the stories they told me since I was so young – I had better things to think about, such as catching frogs and chasing dragonflies.
However this one house that we lived in for about a year, there was always something off-putting about it. You see, like with many other houses I’ve lived in when I was in Korea, there was an outdoor kitchen that was in pretty awful shape connected to the house; this is where they made kimchi and the room was specially made to remain cold year-round. It just so happens that this kitchen was connected to my room and then in the corner, that kitchen had a doorway that led outside.
That kitchen had always scared me. It had cold stone walls and hard-to-climb, steep concrete steps. It had a small window that only an infant would be able to crawl through and all the metal there had long since rusted. For the majority in my stay though, it was something I could ignore. I was only in my room to sleep for the most part and since no one used that kitchen, I didn’t have to think about it much.
Then one day, for some reason or another, I decided to put a plastic bag on the doorknob on that kitchen door so I could dump trash in it. My room didn’t have a trash can and I was tired to always going to the kitchen to throw away my garbage.
Plastic bags make a lot of noise, especially when being shaken violently. My light switch is right next to my bed so I always lay down before reaching up to turn off the light. As soon as I did, the plastic bag would shake violently, although the door itself made no noise of being shaken. I was so scared that I flipped the light back on. The noise stopped immediately and nothing seemed amiss – the plastic bag was just hanging off the doorknob how I left it and it didn’t look extra crinkly.
So thinking it was imagination, I turned off the light again. The sound started again within seconds of the lights going out and this time I knew for sure that I was not imagining the sounds and there really was someone shaking the door, or at least the bag. My windows were not open, I had no fan – nothing could have made that bag move. I turned on my lights and ran from my room. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat and I knew that there was no way I was ever turning those lights off again.
I went to my dad, who was still awake and begged him to come with me to my room and witness what was going on. I wanted someone to reassure me that I was not completely mad, but my father is not superstitious. He does not believe in the supernatural and just casually brushed me off. I have never hated my parents more than that particular moment. For the first time in my life I was terrified and the man who was supposed to protect me from fear did nothing. To my child self, that was pretty devastating.
So for a good hour, I stood in my doorway and just stared at that plastic bag and the door that led to that unused kitchen. In my mind, I could see two pinpricks of red light staring at me with such malice that I felt my skin pimple. I can’t tell if I actually saw those lights for real or if it was a projection of my imagination, giving form to a real terror. I was too shaken up by the time by just the noise in the dark that seeing lights didn’t seem so implausible. It didn’t matter much if it was my imagination anyway, because for the rest of my stay at that house, those lights never left me when I was alone in my room.
For the next four to five months in that house, I slept with the lights on. If they were turned off when I woke up, I figured it was my parents that flipped the switch. I never thought to question that and to be honest, I was too afraid to ask.
Note: Absolutely true story and every time I think back to the day, I have to look over my shoulder. When I get scared, I start crying and this always brings tears to my eyes. It seems so silly to be scared of plastic bags, but I will never forget that god-awful sound of it crinkling wildly in the dark for no reason.
I figured, seeing some horror stories passing by on my dash, that I would write about my own experience.
I’ve seen a lot of people with unique griffons and I’ve always wondered how they looked up all these different birds and holy-smokes, how many different birds are even out there for people to mess around with? Well I’m in a Field Studies class for birds and I have guide for just birds in the Northwest. There are a lot of different types of birds. A lot.
I’ve always wanted a cute little griffon so I decided to model this guy after a Bullock’s Oriole. (Since its my quest bird which I will be looking for on my 4-day camping trip to a ranger’s station.) Its definitely male since males and females look different. But yes, I might mess around with more since there are so many pretty birds, you have no idea - or maybe you do.
Jordan: Lv.72 Artist. Special trait: has high luck.
Drift: Lv.17 Dolphin. Special trait: can manipulate plants.
Rachos: Lv.85 Mechanic. Special trait: blissfully ignorant.
Sweet.
Azer: Lv.99 Gladiator. Special trait: has a powerful kick.
I’M OK WITH THIS.
Elluain: Lv.6 Machinist. Special trait: can see in the future.
I’m a weakling seer that loves to manipulate machinery. I guess seeing into the future probably helps a lot for recreating technology that was discovered by other people? Or discover things I create in the future, but make in the past because I saw it in the future? TIME PARADOX WUT I DONT KNOW.
(Source: kamala-ophelia)
I figure I might as well post a screenshot of what I’m currently working on since I haven’t really posted anything in a while. Just started school again and I’m doing 2 field-study classes on birds and then reptiles/amphibians. I can’t wait until we actually get to go out and look for the little critters. Some other classes stuffed in between those two but who cares about those lame classes. Anyway…
I’m actually working on something for myself, which is a nice change. I need to also scan my pencil work to show you guys, but I don’t exactly have the best scanner so they don’t translate over well. Um, but yes.
Oh and thank you to all my new followers? I’m really shy so I don’t really say much a lot, but I promise that I do roll on the floor squealing like a pig when I see new notes. I just… don’t ever know what to say. Then that makes me feel like a dick, but then I’m afraid I’ll say something to make me feel like a dick too. So there you go!
