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When I’m not genuinely busy or working on commissions, I draw on my sketchbook while at work.
Here’s a concept I’m working on, somewhat inspired by an old character if mine.
Kudos to Genius Scan and Pixlromantic apps for the clean scan and neat filters. Makes my life MUCH easier.
Black Oreo.
HUH
Blue Kiwi
ok
black muffin? eh
Brown Coffee…. yes it usually is?
TURQUOISE GNOCCHI
I AM INDIGO VELVET CAKE. YOU ATE MY BRIE. PREPARE TO DIE.
Pants? Well, if we go by my bloomers: BLACK LACE COFFEE. Which I think was a band name discussed by the StuntHusband and me long, long ago when we were toying with starting a band.
Polka dotted Conch Chowder
Khaki Muffin. :|
Also, I’m not dead!
After going through my dad’s computer (my old computer since maybe before high school), I am about to delete all my old art. Forever.
It’s a pretty interesting experience, especially considering the colorful history I have with my old art. So much hate was built up for my old drawings and interests, and looking back at it now…I regret that feeling.
Despite how silly the content may have been, or the ideas that I had, I loved it. You can see the passion in some of my old drawings. It didn’t matter what anyone thought of them - I loved them. Now I’m going to get rid of them forever (minus some that I have saved), and here is why.
I have a terrible habit of holding on to my past. Not grudges or disagreements with other people; my own regrets and mistakes and doubts. I held on to the embarrassment and shame I felt being trolled and bullied and harassed every second I was online, and I have carried that pain with me for so long. It may sound silly to you, to take Internet bullying silly, and while I did deserve some form of rebuttal against my obnoxious, bratty attitude, my art never deserved to be attacked. It crushed me where I didn’t know how to rebuild: everything I loved doing was a joke to the only people I felt I could be admired for my skill and passion. My art and creativity have suffered ever since.
But looking back at these computerized ink drippings from my brain, reminds me why I should have accepted the reality of my ill and irresponsible behavior, but defended my art and interests, just as the accusers did for their friend.
Now, finalizing the flushing out of my past and my regrets, I can finally move on. I can remember that I drew what I lived and loved to draw, and created what I loved to create, and only ever wanted to share that feeling with others. I can look on to my future, where perhaps my mind can reopen and allow unfiltered ideas to pass through my hand, and draw without worry or fear of judgment. I want to recreate old characters in ways that represent what I loved about them. I want to make new worlds and stories for old designs to exist, because I loved them.
It’s a great feeling I have right now, and I’m looking forward to a whole new ME. Farewell, old penciled friends. You were great to me in your time, but now I must recreate you for a new time. And I hope the people I share these new creations with, are the kind of people accepting of this, and of me.
Here’s to the future, my friends.
Got to play around with an efficient coloring method some more. Really liking it. This character follows no story in particular, but she makes for a great persona of sorts, representing many things that i love. She’s also a shapeshifter, allowing her to continue to represent those things even as they change.
Story concept for Frank and Emmelia, in which they enter a town called Ode and become elite killing machines, somewhat literally. They’re not particularly fond of uniformed soldiers.
I finally made a junk Tumblr blog where i can reblog all the stupid, often pointless things i discover across the giant internet. So this page will now continue as my art and like things ONLY.
If you wish to follow my random, personal blog, then find me at Schizopheliac.tumblr.com
So I’m about to do some redesigning on this guy and add him to my story I think I’m gonna call The Wormhole, unless I discover that’s overused.
He will be called Centipede.
heavy trigger warnings for rape.
all right, I’ve calmed down enough to post this, and hell fuckin’ no I ain’t blurrin’ out names.
hi my name is rachael, and this is why feminism is still needed. I have nothing else to say.
yooooo if you wanna know what the fuck i was so mad about, read the following and spread it please!!
What the FUCK is wrong with some people?!
Wow this guy needs his dickhole filled with glass particles
I kind of felt like every single person in these screenshots was completely fucked. So much ignorance on every side, it’s insane. Even the feminist, tho I can understand why they felt so strongly, after reading the whole thing.
Rape all these people, see who’s joking about it afterward. This crap is just sick.
I wish the body paint had worked out, but I had to do without. This is my favorite from MegaCon, with me as Marceline! Wish I could find this AMAZING PB!
Wahhh I’ve been looking for this pic :D It turned out great, teehee sneers. This is the PB and my seldomly used tumblr. If you guys need any tips for going grey next time me and my con buddies used to homestuck so we’ve gotten pretty good at the whole skin pigment thing. So cool to meet you!
Heck yeah! We hired a body painter, but it was….horrible. THE BLUUUUUUE. Anyway, I’d love to put together a serious AT group if you’re local, and do some SRSBZNSS photos!
Yeahyo I’d be down for that biz :D We’re kinda all over during school for the college thing but that is done pretty soon then SUMMER ADVENTURE TIME ADVENTURES??
OH MATH YEAH!!! Keep in touch and we’ll do this bizz!!!
