Free (and cheap) Art ProgramsUpdate: 8/9/2012 - Redid review format. Added MangaLabo and Manga Studio.Free (and cheap) Art Programs3 years ago in Deviant Events More Like This
Photoshop is a great program, but despite it's many features it's a bit pricy at $999. I created this list for people with smaller wallets and certain art needs.
The programs are listed according to what type of art they are best suited for.
Don't know what program will be best for you? Most of the paid programs have trial versions available, download them and see what you like best.
openCanvas | Screenshot
Price: 79 USD
Pros: ability to customize brushes, ruler tools, user-friendly interface, some built-in screen tones. Can create "event" files, where others can watch you drawing long after the fact. Updated regularly.
Cons: Not as many drawing/painting tools as other programs, is somewhat limited out of the box.
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A man and a boy stood on the other side of the island;
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It wasn't particularly noticeable at first. Just an inch here, an inch there. Maybe a streak left behind where the stubby rubber feet dragged across the floor. I certainly didn't think much of it. Washing machines have a way of getting jostled out of place.
Then, one night, while my wife and I lay barely conscious on either side of the bed, each tugging at the too-small stretch of sheet between us, there came a banging that woke us with a start. My wife tore the covers to her end and held them ready to pull over her head. "What is that?!"
I was trying to think. "It seems to be coming from the laundry room."
"I didn't put any clothes in, did you?"
A shiver ran down my back. The cold, must be. "That was over an hour ago, I don't remember." The back of my eyelids looked so comforting when I blinked. "I may have put a load in. Must be the spin cycle, knocked the thing against the wall, thing..." Too comforting. I slumped back into my pillow.
Thud! Thud! Thud! My wife had grab
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The drought had been going on for more than ten years now and the dam levels were reaching critical levels never seen before. Five years ago, we could still skip stones across the plummeting water but now they just go plop in the ooze, or sank into white crystals that were spilling from the earth as the waters fell. Someone pointed out it was free salt and we didn't have to go rummaging the city stores for our ever diminishing supplies but we all knew this was the type of sodium chloride we should avoid.
St Rain didn't care.
When the sun popped over the horizon and the kangaroos
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