Let's Drawing!

I really need some new erasers. The ones I've been using make my drawings dirtier than I'd like, and leave a lot of residue. Even if I wash them, they still leave gunk on the paper.

I've been forcing myself to draw guys lately, and it's going surprisingly OK. But they're just not GAR enough.

I'll guess I'll try harder.

I was searching through some folders on my computer the other day, and found some comics i'd done in Photoshop. They're sloppy, but I DID manage to draw them successfully (Yay me!). (while channeling some Dan Kim in a few of them...) I don't want to turn this into a comic dump, so maybe it'll be a day by day thing.

I dedicate this mediocre post to my little cousin, who effed up the space bar on my laptop with his "gaming". I had to press the spacebar 4-5 times after each word to even get a space in, bless his rotten soul.
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Boy, I'm really bad at finishing projects.
My hard drive is full with .psds, all of which are reject artworks I didn't have the patience to finish.

In the last post I think I said something about painting cantaloupes, but that seemed like a huge waste of life, lol.

Here are some of my work-in-progress stuff; though some of these have been sitting on my desktop for months...and will probably stay there for ever more many, many more.








Friend: You never draw guys, do you?
Me: ORZ.
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This is a (not so) delicious pear I painted. You must eat it.


People Who Hate to Eat

食べることは私には似合わないって言う人は、まったく理解できません。

だって食べることは生きていることでしょう？

息をすることと同じように必要なことなんでしょう？

ずっとそう思ってきました。

老人なら、病気なら、食欲がない人ならいいんだけど、元気な十一歳のいとこにそのようなことを初めて言われた時、すごいショックを受けました。はきそうくらいに。

差別とでも呼ばれるかもしれないが、女の子にそういわれたら、あまり気にしていないかもしれません。

（ところで、私のいとこは男の子です。）

でも、変なの、イトコよ。赤ちゃんの時、食わせるためにずっと泣いていたのに、今は食べることがイヤだというの？

信じられない。

どうみても、なにも食べたがっていない男性はあやしいもんですね。
信用しては絶対ダメだです。ああいう男性を。（＾＾；）


Painting Ruts

So yes, I'm in a bit of a painting rut. For some reason I find it really hard to finish anything I try to paint in Photoshop. And I really want to get good at digital painting. But isn't it funny, though? Someone takes 1 hour to paint a masterpiece and they're a bloody genius, but someone else takes an entire week and it's like, "well, it's no wonder it's good; after all, they took so long."

I don't like such double standards, but I won't lie, speed is a skill too. I think i'll try to go back to the basics. It doesn't matter if it looks good or not or if its perfect, practicing is the key. Keep producing and producing, and eventually something will click.

I hope.

Expect many more fruit paintings in the future.

I think I'll work on a cantaloupe next.

So the secret's out. Way to blow it with the revealing cover, heh. Doesn't come anywhere near as revealing as the stereotypical wedding dress cover, but this is close enough I guess:


OMG!!!

Archie has picked Veronica to marry in the 600th issue.

I wont turn this into a full blown rant or anything, but this is why I really despise love triangles. They ruin lives. Then again, many things ruin lives. Cervical cancer ruins lives. A herd of stampeding buffalo can ruin lives. Foot-rot ruins lives.

In any case, I really expected him to pick Betty, if anyone at all.

Which doesn't really mean anything, I guess, because I've always liked Veronica better.

I call it baby-chick syndrome; the first character I see, and I fall head over heels. And it just so happens the first Archie-related comic book I read was a Veronica comic.

Go figure.

I'm not going to go into how Betty, after so many years, has remained stupidly loyal to a guy who basically treated her like a paper towel he could use and re-use, how Veronica is still a spoiled princess with no signs of "redemption,"and how not a single character has grown into someone young folk can look up to and emulate. Nope, not going to go into it at all.

Nope, not at all.

Let the mouth zipping and behind-back hand tying begin.