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You are unique just like everyone else.We all know life's bitch, or can be a bitch. And everyone's daily life is a different and we all have unique circumstances behind why we draw whatever it is we like to draw.More Like This
I prefer to think of drawing as a 'release' from the stress of my daily grind of living an adult life, a life I cannot turn a blind eye to, or pretend doesn't exist 100 percent of the time. Regrettably, drawing for this page is one of my few outlets for my stresses and I actually do try to enjoy it for the most part. Unfortunetly, if something's serious is bothering me, it WILL rub off on what I say and do here. I don't hate anyone here (despite what that "someone" thinks) nor, to wish any ill-will to anyone here, either.
The week of June 9-15 wasn't especially cheerful--not only did I have a picture crash while saving that I spent 20+ hours on that made me so frustrated that I wanted to quit DA. All I have left is the pencil drawings and this screen shot of the edited together pic:
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I had a strange conversation today.I had spoken with people IRL regarding stopping my drawing and online in places like PEEL and most people, like the previous comments, weren't very supportive to the idea of me quitting entirely. Alas, I still had no desire to keep this "Simpspin" page going on in any fashion.More Like This
However, when I spoke with a customer at work, he jokingly suggested I just draw Simpsons cartoon porn because he considered this:to be actual porn.
That idea was bit too extreme if I drew the actual definition of "porn" , but a purely Simpsons pin up art page renamed "TheOtherGoldenGirls" would be hilarious.
What do you think? Would you support this idea or would it be a bit too weird?
My HeartMy heart,More Like This
It's like a lone-wolf living in the desert.
Living in seclusion, only coming out at night,
As the rest of the world sleeps.
Howling at a three-quarters moon, blanketed in the purple nighttime sky,
The howl travels, echos and fades into the night.
It is but the only sound,
Even the insects seem quiet tonight.
Again, and again, the howl repeats,
Filling the canyons with a solemn dirge
To some, the sound is scary, the encroaching death.
To others, it's a sound of camaraderie, respect.
Like the wolf, the heart seeks belonging, it's place.
So, the wolf, like the heart cries out one last time.
But for me, no one answers back.
Quick Update, Part 2.309303 whatever...Well, the scanner is still broken, so no new old pages (or new) of Generations 1999 version or part 3 for a while...More Like This
I did get to use my friend's scanner and I'm working on my greatest picture for Devation #600 and it'll be up by next weekend at the latest, I hope. I drew ALL of the layers--characters and backgrounds--(no copying, tracing or 'outside' art!) and it's kicking my ass trying to get the detail 'right', so I hope it's liked!
Until now, every picture I've drawn has been a picture on an 8.5x11" sheet of paper. Now I've drawn the background and 5 images and edited the line drawings together in photoshop and I'm coloring it in Paint Tool Sai. My only weakness is my coloring abilities and I hope this picture gives me the challenge I'm looking for.
Jake
So you can talk huh? Chapter 8.Minutes earlierMore Like This
Alexander and Paul waited outside of the warehouse.
Knowing The Coachman was inside of the warehouse made Alexander nervous. A part of him wanted to attack the man for doing this to them. Another part was terrified that he’d find and capture them. Worse, he could even change them into something worse than being donkeys as punishment for defying him.
He didn’t like being outside alone. While Paul was there, Alexander’s fellow formally human donkey companion was equally as vulnerable to their current state.
Any passerby could see them as escaped donkeys. He doubted anyone that saw them as such would want to fi
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