Tools: Wacom Intos Pro Medium, Photoshop, Clip Studio Paint Details: Light is a common metaphor for the best in people. Love, truth, inspiration, courage, determination, etc, etc, etc. We all carry some amount of light within us and sometimes it takes the starting spark of another before we can really shine. I have had a very blessed life when it comes to this. From the time I was a small child watching Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind to now, I have received small bits of light that ignite great bursts of inspiration in myself that not only make me want to become better, but to be the kind of person who can inspire others in the same way. Because any of the material or immaterial things we could possibly give others to make their lives better or inspire them, it all stems from us containing the good will within ourselves in the first place. So if I was unfettered by logistics, money, etc, I would give this light- and all that it represents to everyone I knew. Because if I as one person can inspire a small group of people, and those people go on to spread more light to others, eventually and hopefully it'll fill the whole world and make it a better place and everyone will be a little happier and live a little better and love a little more.
Art and creative endeavors have the capability to form and direct the society we live in. Art is one of the most influential presences in our lives and what kind you surround yourself in can determine the type of light you carry within you. As an artist, I have spent- and continue to spend time gleaning tiny sparks of light and inspiration from other artists brave enough to stand out and put forth their ideals. When we take in those pieces of light, they combine, mix with our souls and then pour forth as a light source of its own. We can keep these lights to ourselves and try to comfort ourselves with the solitary glow, or we can send it out into the world to others. With some people it might not catch and the light might be rejected, but if even one other person takes in this light and makes it their own, the world will be a brighter place for it. And the great thing about light is that once it catches in your soul, it remains with you and continues to produce more.
Honestly, I have pages and pages more to say on the subject, but this is the gist of it all. Really kind of hoping it doesn't sound really corny, though I know it's idealistic. In any case, I hope you enjoy this. When I first read the challenge, I tried a lot of ways to make a single image narrative illustration for this concept, but I couldn't really think of one I liked that REALLY told the story I wanted to tell. So... like most things that I do that are autobiographical, I made a comic. I decided against having any dialogue, because I think that it would have detracted from the story instead of adding to it, especially when anything that could be said could be shown much more effectively. I kept it monotone for the most part in order to keep the Light as the main focus of the piece. I also tried to make the older person at the beginning androgynous and non-specific, representing any number of people who've inspired me.
Mercader or 'merchant' is designed for long range mining and cargo hauling purposes. It can carry significant amounts of cargo and has a decent survivability in case of pirate raids.
The design is inspired by galleons of the historical Spanish treasure fleet and Minmataar ships from EvE online.
I have played EvE online for a few days a few years ago so the game was not really in my recent memory. Therefore I had to make some studies from the Spanish historical fleet as well as the EvE fleet. I enjoyed the whole process alot, was very fun. I must admit that the gamer side of me has a little EvE-itch growing inside...
Another, one-sided version of the Qilin shirt. :> At least this is inside guidelines and won't include any bad surprises, like image cut in two in bad way. This is slightly different than two-sided version.
Version with dA-logo.
Two-sided -design (that is going to get little revamp before deadline):
I'm scared of bathrooms. They're like a combination of everything bad, with the mirror there, and the shower curtain, and what have you. Something horrible always goes wrong in a bathroom in every movie.
In my family's old apartment, we had a really leaky bathroom. there was a small closet in the corner for towels and the lock was broken so the door never shut. I think it was just the towels inside reflecting back light but whenever I looked at it from the corner of my eye, the door was always half open and there was something bright glimmering back at me.
To make it worse, one of my biggest fears though is seeing something in a mirror (IN THE BATHROOM) and turning around to find nothing there. Or mirrors in general, they just freak me out. I can't stand to be in the dark with a mirror. It probably has some connection with all those Bloody Mary games you hear about.
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I did this for Capcom's official fan art contest for their game Okami. I am a big fan of the game's art style, and I thought I would give it a try in sculpture form! I used silk flower petals for the cherry blossoms.
Super sculpey over wire and foil armature, acrylic paints, silk flower petals.
Dimensions: 10.5" x 9" x 6"
EDIT : Wow, I was awarded third place for this! I am honestly very surprised and honored.
I did this to challenge myself with a new style, I've been blocked for months. This helped me to unblock; I never expected to win anything, especially with all the amazing entries I saw.
Thank you for all your kind words and comments!
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My Mom and Dad are working on building their dream home! They have been working on rebuilding this house/yard etc a little bit at a time over the past few years. This year they finally had the means to start fully remodling the house I wanted to do a 360 degree/180 veiw of the work they have started and I will do a full finished one they are all done! This is my first panoramic shot and I have to admit this was sooo much fun. I took about 90 pictures...edited it down to about 86...I know I could do some final Photoshop tweaking on it but I kinda like this result...I think I'll leave it! After doing this I think i just may save up to buy an Isweep camera for Panoramic pictures!!
Just in time! This is my entry to the Scott Pilgrim Eighth Evil Ex Contest. ~Ashira-Jaganshi and I joked about Gideoncat being an eighth evil ex while I was reading Volume 6, so this contest seemed like a good reason to make a comic about him.
I really hope people like this, I really enjoy the comic and I love Scott Pilgrim! Go read the novels, watch the movie, play the video game, they're all amazing! Now back to beat the game again!
Scott Pilgrim vs The World is Copyright *radiomaru
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she'd had slippers on, but what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled by terribly fast. One slipper she'd not been able to find again and a boy had run off with the other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own. And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her hand. No one had bought any from her all day long, and no one had given her a cent.
Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, for it was New Year's eve. Yes, she thought of that!
In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected farther out into the street than the other, she sat down and drew up her little feet under her. She was getting colder and colder, but did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned a single cent, and her father would surely beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof through which the wind whistled even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and rags.
Her hands were almost dead with cold. Oh, how much one little match might warm her! If she could only take one from the box and rub it against the wall and warm her hands. She drew one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as she held her hands over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting before a great iron stove with shining brass knobs and a brass cover. How wonderfully the fire burned! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out her feet to warm them too; then the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the burnt match in her hand.
She struck another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and she could see through it into a room. On the table a snow-white cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast goose steamed gloriously, stuffed with apples and prunes. And what was still better, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled along the floor with a knife and fork in its breast, right over to the little girl. Then the match went out, and she could see only the thick, cold wall. She lighted another match. Then she was sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree. It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one she had seen last Christmas through the glass door at the rich merchant's home. Thousands of candles burned on the green branches, and colored pictures like those in the printshops looked down at her. The little girl reached both her hands toward them. Then the match went out. But the Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.
"Now someone is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star fell down a soul went up to God.
She rubbed another match against the wall. It became bright again, and in the glow the old grandmother stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.
"Grandmother!" cried the child. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match is burned out. You will vanish like the warm stove, the wonderful roast goose and the beautiful big Christmas tree!"
And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother with her. And the matches burned with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. Grandmother had never been so grand and beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they were with God.
But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year's sun rose upon a little pathetic figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost burned.
"She wanted to warm herself," the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.
An entry for the wonderful Solidarity Contest: [link] held by the lovely
I know of this story from my childhood. I had a tape of the ballet of the story and I was always touched by it... that a little girl like had died in a pretty horrible way.
sad thing is that something like that isn't just a story... I didn't hear of a child frozen to death while working, but I have heard of children in danger because of their jobs... cases where they had to work to survive or help their families... millions over millions of children around the world, in every country.
Since the first thing I thought of when I saw this contest was this story I couldn't help but draw it. And also search a bit about working children. And I got to this site pretty quickly which seemed to have a great cause so i had to include it with this picture. It has a way to prevent cases like this or so very different in the details but can sadly lead to the same result from happening. [link] If you can take a look at all the site.
"the founders of the Movement identified 12 priority rights for the struggle against exploitation and the worst forms of child labour, and set up a programme for the promotion of these rights. Among them are; The right to be taught a trade, The right to stay in the village (not to migrate), The right to light and limited work, The right to play, The right to learn to read and write and The right to self expression and to form organizations"........"The Movement is made of local groups, national associations and a regional commission. They work together to strengthen solidarity and win respect from local populations and government."