For real, though. Tumblr is this weird environment perfect for cultivating people who are simultaneously dangerously misinformed and also exceptionally smug and condescending over their self-perceived high intelligence.
None of us are as smart or well-informed or as righteous as we think we are.
the best thing about tumblr is if you get into an argument thread about what the fuck ever you can just reblog the discussion at a point where it looks like you won and the other person stopped responding
and yes this goes for all of you fuckers
DAY 4 - Your Favourite Place
Shortly after I started this I remembered I can’t draw locations/settings/backgrounds for fuck, so it was an interesting learning experience with a lot of reference photos. Wouldn’t want to do it again though, hahaha.
Science World isn’t necessarily my absolute FAVOURITE place, but it’s iconic and it was cool to draw. Planning a drunken field trip there with my team from VFS soon.
I’ve committed to just being a day behind; don’t feel like burning myself out and making crap drawings as a result.
DAY 2 - Your favourite animal. And goddamn I learned I hate drawing animals.
DAY 3 - Your favourite food. This was easy.
I know I’m one behind, we’ll get 4 and 5 in tomorrow. It was a busy weekend!
No posts ‘coz I got a job after school in game design (miraculously!) and I’ve been beez with that. But I’m settled in now, and about to start drawing again. My first jump to get back on the horse is the 30-day drawing challenge above. I’m gonna start June 1st and I’m super excited for it.
On top of that, I was thumbing through some old folders and found the second image. Last summer I cracked open an old, barely-used sketchbook from 2006 and found a series of sketches and doodles. I decided to see how much I’d improved, and tried to re-do each picture as I currently draw. The top is Kai Sol, my standard swordsman, the middle is Leset, a very dour demon general, and the bottom is Erik Trucido and Christian, a vampire hunting duo. (Christian is a vampire that hates vampires. He punched shit.)
This picture is a stern reminder that I have improved, even when I panic that I haven’t; it’s just another good reason to push forward. And I love looking at it and mocking my 18 year old self. What a punk he was.