Wacky Tally Ho! Back to beginnings, to the roots of whole affair, to the Limbo of every artist (of course only if the were attending to school) - drawing at back of your notebook, with ballpoint pen. I guess you didn't draw it on the back of your notebook, but taste is there nonetheless. It's interesting how quick sketches can look more lively than 100-hundred-hours-render-digital-graphics. You hear me?
haha, no worries I see what you did here Well just decided to draw some stuff for real, since I usually focus on digital art, I rarely feel like doing small sketches in my notebook, even though often it prooves to be so darn relaxing xD
About scanning, well I took pictures with my camera, unfortunately I don't have scanner, but You're right I should make them a bit smaller xD
PS: Good to see You're still hanging around from time to time, any new art coming? or did You really gave up on stuff (which I hope You didn't )
You totally should make that worksheet smaller, you're right. I also think you should focus on that epic "DC Comics vs Marvel vs MLP:FiM" project, you told me about. But it can wait, don't rush it.
Me? My ego won't let me to do this art stuff anymore. I asked the Twitter Oracle about that, and she adviced me to travel to Underdark and back again, fighting some drows, kuo-toas, duergars, lay an assault on Menzoberranzan and do some good EXP grind. But I'm out of luck, there's no open entrances to Underdark and my drill is from Tesco™, so you know. And I only need 50 EXP to advance to become the "WarArt Troll".
Ah this, man sounds like ages ago, for now I do have few ideas for comics though, so yeah plan to come back hard at bigger projects
Aaaw man, You should totally not listen to Your ego, I left my ego behind long time ago - as well as my dignity. And self esteem. And common sense. And self-preserve instinct - and I feel perfectly fine without it
And thus Epulson became EpulRsion the Dreaded (cause the letter R always makes evertyhing sounds tougher ) - Ominous Art Troll lurking the darkest corners of lands of selfproclamied artists. None dared to oppose him, and the name of his was only mentioned among whispers and nervous coughins, and no one dared to venture into lands marked with the sing of the beast - a juicy read apple, a mark of doom of all beings
That story was great! Po pięciu piwach byłaby otumaniająco-oszołamiająca, a my bylibyśmy bohaterami meliny, w której byśmy urzędowali. But I would prefer my new nickname - Son of Epul the Toaster (I like toasts, with mashed onion). But it won't happen, I don't know where to obtain the needed experience.
And how did you managed to left your ego? Have you extracted your brain or what?