So it’s gonna be one of those nights where I loathe every line I sketch, then.

Those days when the need to create something fantastic, alive, exciting, is humming through your veins like an electric current.
And yet everything that comes out of your fingertips is absolute shit.
Hi folks

So this is that fucking drawing I’ve been bitching about; pardon the shittiness of my laptop webcam (and also of the art):

IT’S DRIVING ME CRAZY

I should probably just go to bed.
THANKS FOR PUTTING UP WITH ME.
This is plausibly the best fucking nose I’ve ever drawn in my life (presuming I don’t eventually fuck it up in the shading.)
On the other hand, it’s possible I’ve made his eyebrows a bit too intense. I mean, damn, motherfucker, do you get those things sculpted to achieve that level of drama? Shit.
That irritating moment where you’ve drawn your canonically really, really ridiculously good looking male character so pretty that he could easily be a woman—and you don’t know if you’ve succeeded or failed.


I would actually really like to scan and post some of my newer art but my fucking scanner is apparently NOT RECOGNIZED by my new computer. I BLAME WINDOWS 8, ARRRGHH.

Do you ever get really fuckin tired of your family members thumbing through your art and tittering nervously/chidingly about “where’s his/her clothes?” and “where’s the rest of the outfit?”
‘Cause I sure as fuck do. Especially since (and I am a skinny girl, and have had to work on shaking off drawing based from my own body type for years) they simultaneously want to complain how the bodies of your subjects aren’t “realistic” enough.
Umm, newsflash, nudity/body-discomforted relations, I can’t actually become familiar with/better at drawing body types without, y’know, drawing bodies. And it rather defeats the purpose to skirt around the “inappropriate” bits and avoid details/shading/flesh folds/ANATOMY or go back later and draw proper, modesty-rescuing clothes on.
Just, agh, it’d be nice if the whole family could just forget that I draw at all, then they wouldn’t have to be subjected to/offended/scandalized by whatever I happen to be working on lately. But no, my mother enjoys repeatedly taking that horse out back and shooting it. which is hilarious, because she’s the worst one of all for “oh my, but boobies” sidelong looks.
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE HUMAN BODY AND IT’S NOT LIKE THIS IS PORNOGRAPHY. YOU ARE GROWN FOLK, GET THE FUCK OVER IT OR AT LEAST SWALLOW YOUR WHOLLY UNSOLICITED COMMENTARY, PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
Darcy
Happy Birthday, Abbie!
Amazing as ever, hon.
And yes, happy birthday, chaton.
YAAAAY!!! You—I just—CHARLES. CHARLES, I ADORE YOU, YOU KNOW THIS RIGHT??
Thank you both for the birthday wishes. :D Two of my absolute favorite real people and one of my absolute favorite fictional ones. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, INDEED. <3
Every artist who sees this post should do the following:
- Watch the video.
- Follow the instructions
- Reblog
I can’t stress you enough about how important these exercises are for your drawing hand. You don’t wanna get CTS of Tendonitis and similar stuff that will prevent you from making art or even hold a pencil.
I first saw this video… I dunno, a couple of years ago? But after seeing this it instantly became part of my daily routine. Having your wrist crap out on you because you haven’t taken care of yourself while drawing is agonizing and not fun.
Get to stretching, artist buddies.
I usually don’t reblog stuff when a post demands it of me, but I found this video to be very helpful.
I’ll start trying these and see if they help!
no, seriously. just about everyone I follow/who follows me is going to want this information, it’s actually really, really useful, great to know. I’m going to try and incorporate this into my regular routine, since I’m not just an artist or a writer, but an internet junkie as well. Even if you’re not an artist or writer, if you just blog, you’re using your keyboard for hours at a time most likely, and these are great, helpful exercises for you, too.
Haha, hopefully I’ll be better at keeping up with this than that promise I made with myself to use the elliptical more than occasionally.