3Tips for newb digital art usersSo- hello- today I’m going to give you some useful tips that will help you and your art look from okay to WOW!More Like This
I use da muro for everything I do because it’s free and has everything I need to make a good piece. I actually only learned how to work with digital art myself 3 months ago!
Tip #1 : Layers-
So first off- layers are really good. Layers are important because they are what really give your piece a finishing touch as well as depth and precision. An example of my digital pieces àhttp://biackfang.deviantart.com/gallery/38566430
When I first started out it was all one layer- , ,- so mostly just messing around. Then I was taught about layering and did these pieces(simple two- three layer process) --> , ,
And finally multi-layering -
Tip #2 part 1: colors-
my best friendOnce apon a time, not so long agoMore Like This
I used to stand completely alone
It didn't matter, I had no friends,
So I thought it ment I wouldn't offend
But if something bad happened, something went wrong
I did it, it was me all along
So I embraced the pain, made it my friend
Because I knew no matter how hard I tried
I would never satisfy anyone's trends
In the end I figured pain would always be my friend
Because it was always there, no matter what
I know pain, I grew up with pain
Pain was always there for me
It was there when I watched my mother loose control,
There when father got cold
Pain was there when I slept on the streets
And there when I was rapped
Pain was there when I was alone
There when I cut my wrists
And watched as each new cut the sharp blade cut
Added to my puddle of crimson misery
Pain was there when I contemplated my suicide
Pain was there for every moment
"It will always be my fault"
Those five words, my last thoughts
Post MortemI am a walking, talking universe of dead poetsMore Like This
who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh
with ghostly, typewriter fingers.
I live and breathe their worldly disasters
like a nicotine addiction I've never had.
Drowning in their scribbles
I kiss their shoreline romances,
envy their Annabel Lee's,
& carry their hearts in my heart.
I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings:
a half drunk, hungover limerick
waiting to happen.
I am jealousy:
nothing more than weak words,
& a tongue-tied cliche-
but death becomes me.
NobodyNobody is better than you.More Like This
Nobody is better than me.
Nobody understands you.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody likes you.
Nobody likes me.
Nobody loves you.
Nobody loves me.
Nobody cares about you.
Nobody cares about me.
Nobody wants to play with you.
Nobody wants to play with me.
Nobody is a killer than you.
Nobody is a killer than me.
Nobody fires you.
Nobody fires me.
Nobody takes care of you.
Nobody takes care of me.
Nobody wants you to die.
Nobody wants me to die.
Nobody is crazy like you.
Nobody is crazy like me.
Nobody beats a crap out of you.
Nobody beats a crap out of me.
Nobody wants you to live.
Nobody wants me to live.
Nobody is scared of you.
Nobody is scared of me.
Nobody is smarter than you.
Nobody is smarter than me.
Nobody is a garbage like you.
Nobody is a garbage like me.
Nobody wants you to be god.
Nobody wants me to be god.
Nobody is you.
Nobody is me.
Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,More Like This
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.
For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.
Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.
For I have listened to past laughter,
The velocity while this verse I slaughter,
Where no beast would believe his wrath.
But who am I to state what is rock or sand?
Solitude is the sign where hell is found.
Take my stressful body to a wilder strife,
So I can feel the mildest souls shiver,
In that baptismal fire called life.
To burn in a flame so riotous and rife,
Is the luckiest lie anyone could
Daddy!AmericaXSick!Child!Reader-Half A Brain Ever since America could remember he had always wanted a child. He dreams came true the day (Name) was born. His wife sadly, a few months later got sick and died. Though his wife had died he was still a happy man. He had a daughter. Seeing at how (Name) was born such a happy, healthy baby girl, he thought nothing could go wrong. Sadly sometime after she turned 3, she began having seizures. The seizures never seemed to end, and were very violent. America had been to many doctors and had tried many medications. Nothing seemed to work, and he was getting tired of lack of answers. Soon, America took her to expert and got (Name) a brain scan, what the doctor said nearly broke his heart.More Like This
(Name) had a rare condition called Rasmussen's Syndrome. She was going to have to go through a daring surgery. This surgery had many risks and complications. They were going to removed the left side of her brain. It was only a week before t
You've Changed...People they lie and cheat and change and hurtMore Like This
All so many do is treat others like a pile of dirt
They can be friends one day and change the next
Looking only for money, drugs or even just sex
That seems to be the way of the world now
Something that has become acceptable to allow
But it is a sad truth that many will not admit
Through this time of hatred, it seems so few make it
We used to be so very close, you and I were
But I'm afraid that you've begun to change good sir
I no longer recognize the person you have become
What is left of who you were? Fore I see not a crumb
The hurt you cause us, I know you cannot see
And I know that you will probably disagree
But the evidence is just too clear
You've changed to much, my friend, my dear
Maybe one day we'll see the person you were
And maybe then things can go back to the way they were before
RedI wore redMore Like This
you said it was
I was thinking
of telling you
I love you,
For youI'll take the painMore Like This
The blood and the tears
If it means you are safe
If it means you are near
I'll carve up my skin
And bleed out all over
If it means you will stay
If it means it's not over
I'll take a bullet
And die on this day
If this means you're not coming
If this means you won't stay
Whiskey Laden DreamsBitter eyes and tears might taint a drink, but sitting in this bar alone with your stool pulled out next to me, and the Martini poured regardless of your presence still brings a smile to my face; despite the taste. I'm having a whiskey myself; dry. Yes, I know I don't drink, but every once in a while you need whiskey to solve an intricate problem, and mine is the distinct lack of alcohol in my life.More Like This
There are people everywhere and it amazes me how none of them are you, from the woman in the black dress coming down the stairs to the signing couple in the corner, laughing silently. They're not you at all, and that's what's amazing in an ocean of coal you're a marble pebble, smooth to the touch and pleasant to the eye, and you don't leave me scarred.
I'll kick back the tumbler for now, refilling your drink when necessary, despite you never having it. The waitress will look at me with tired eyes and concerned words, but I'll insist I'm drinking with a friend, whilst that sad g
ForbiddenI lay in the field, eyes watching the sky, drifting in that halfway point between awake and asleep. In my imagination I see him, up in the sky. Smiling, laughing. I hear him call my name and close my eyes. I see him more clearly now. Him, with her. They laugh as they sit together at the lunch table. I sigh and open my eyes again. It's my fault. I blew it. I made the mistake of ending it. But he made the mistake of letting go.More Like This