Your life is a boat
Wandering the desolate seas.
But then nothing.
Until the heavens open.
The seas waves grow and grow
Hitting your mast,
What guides you
pulling you on your right path.
In the dark deep waters
Lurks a demon.
A demon so big
It will swallow you whole.
until your last dying breath.
Your worst enemy.
It will wrap its deadly tentacles around you.
Squeeze away your pleading scream.
It's your life's worst enemy.
she knows her paper cuts by name.Rose bloodMore Like This
on her tongue
reminds her of yesterday's.
A heart's hoarded secrets,
love me pretties, &
scarlet letter dreams.
do these boys know
of the bitter winter
like a blizzard
in her veins?
The sharp edges
or the crisscross
of origami limbs?
as deep &
as the ocean;
Monsters and DemonsI think I'm pretty,More Like This
Don’t even think that.
I think I'm thin,
But you’re actually fat.
I think my friends
No they don’t, they loathe you.
If fact, no one likes you!
Why are you so mean
I AM YOU!
I am the voice,
Inside your head,
That makes you scream.
I am the monster,
That crawls into your heart,
And gnaws on it,
Until you bleed.
Until you cut.
Until you swallow
The internals of your poisons,
Tiny pill by tiny pill.
Until you fall asleep,
But never wake up.
Then I am finally silent.
But yet you’ve ignore me.
Sometimes you have.
Some days you go on,
Like I am never the bit of fragment
Of the sick twisted imaginat
12-21-12The Mayans said it first, butMore Like This
tea leaves said it second, her palm
said it third, and the boy
down the road, the one with the blue,
blue eyes, said it fourth.
The world was going to end and she
could not be happier.
Her affairs were easy to arrange:
money sealed into envelopes,
the microwave unplugged, and one
last kiss for the blue-eyed boy.
She called her mother,
and her mother did not answer.
(But she did not expect her to.)
That evening she hid beneath
a blanket with her dog and told stories
about the good times and the bad times
(but mostly the bad times, and how
now there would never have to be
bad times ever again).
Then she went to bed, heart lighter
than light, winged with hope,
and woke up crying.
Baby's lullabyall of the children went to their beds,More Like This
a soft starry light guarding their heads;
hush now baby, don't you weep,
silence is just music put to sleep.
Shy moon,i've got love carved into honeysuckle wrists,More Like This
a murder of crows in my throat,
& a pack of wolves at my back.
i want to know truths behind these myth eyes, &
the distant galaxies under your fingertips.
but, love me. love me, Love.
show me what's beyond Grimm fairy tales
spare me your ribs;
this skyscraper heart
needs a place to go.
NecromancyShe replaces her wristsMore Like This
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers
She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.
But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
A contest entry story-A contest entry story--More Like This
Not part of Flame points!
Darkness… that’s all there was. The sound of wings pulsating against the air was all that could be heard. The faint smell of orange blossoms filled the vicinity, injecting the nose with its pleasant aroma.
A faded glow then appeared, its shimmering aura filling the once dark abyss. It gave off a warm radiance, coming closer into view until an image of a small glowing butterfly came into sight. It twirled around in the circles, polishing its wings against the air, propelling it forward and showering the abyss with its gold dream-like dust.
Walking closer, Seine watched the butterfly. It stopped once it sensed her presence and hovered in the air in front of her. It’s iridescent gold dust sprinkling down towards the dark floor.
She curved her lips, exposing her teeth to the air in a smile. Reaching out, she touched the insect and the darkness was weakened as her tail began to glow
Feeding despairThe longer I smile this bland, bloodless smile,More Like This
The more my eyes see the darkness beyond,
Enclosing a realm of sorrows within my breast.
I let it thrive, a welcome nightmare
Feeding the source of despair beneath my eyes.
The longer I play this long charade of lies,
The more I vanish, soon be be gone,
Disappearing with my cold breath of snow.
More ashes swirl into the nascent night
Now that I've let myself fall into the abyss.
The longer I watch these sweet dreams pass me by,
The more I remember reality and how it came to be:
That I'm small and fragile despite this façade,
That I'm not nearly as brave as they believe.
Confusion and fear will be my demolition.
For I am not this puppet I fashioned out of hurt.
I am not the beacon of strength I long to be,
And I let myself fall into deceptive sands,
And settle not into what stuff I would rather be.
What I could do always brings me to my knees.
The ArtistA serene melodyMore Like This
Played by the instrument of sky and painted into the world by sweeping clouds
Brush strokes in the evening and wonder in the closed eyes of the waking world
Wonder in the dreaming hearts of sleeping people
As the beat of harmony takes up
Eyes open, hearts awaken
And life is awake
An arpeggio in gold and light
A tune carried in a hand basket
As the maiden sun dances in the air
Our instincts glow with warmth
Meet new people
Talk to old friends
The broken dawn of a brand new day and a fiery hope for all those who look upon the searing sky
The embrace of a night lost
And the wonderful song of a new day dawning
A wooden flute plays a single note
And the crowds fall silent
No crowns are shoved around
And the disputes of opinion stop and listen
To the grace of the wind on the world and the rattling of the awakening morning
And the beginning of a new piece
Where all know peace and strife has no place
But the artist is given poisonous words
Words so agonizing, so insidious
this is a warning.i.More Like This
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
The Girl He LovesThe girl he loves is midnight, like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.More Like This
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
Poem- Seven Deadly SinsThe heavens start to cryMore Like This
Cry out for them to stop or at least try
It's not supposed to be
what is coming from thee
Those tears are not meant to be shed
By those of which they are breed
The things that cause things to fall
Once those tears fall it's quite a task to stop them all
For just seven tears that fall
There are seven million that follow after it all
Other seek comfort
In a way that comfort should not be sought
Going against everything they were taught
The urge to indulge themselves in tainted pleasures
Lovers find themselves other treasures
Being overcome with desirable craving
Forgetting morals and all their raising
Have you not cared
Pain is created, given, and shared
Pain can be healed
But the pain in oneself may always be sealed
Bread is given on ones call
Because it is one for all
You want to let out a curse
For it is that, which is reversed
Drowning sorrows in food
More or less, depending on the mood
being a senseless glutton
Or as others say 'Not think about nothing'
SuicidalBlood flows from our wrists,More Like This
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
Facing these torments alone is something none can withstand.
But we would first need to admit and ask,
Be willing to take off this smiling mask.
Before we get to help to finally smile again,
And get rid of all this pain.
Theme Prompt - ExpectationsHeart pounding, breath hitchingMore Like This
Adrenaline coursing in my veins.
Hopes and fears, desire and love
Crystallize in this timeless moment.
Expectations arise and are met
As passion bleeds through us.
Kisses and caresses flow
Promises made and kept.
As we learn each other and
Smile at the knowledge
Without You.And as the blood runs off of this blade,More Like This
And drips out onto this far out glade.
I really wish I'd told you no,
I really wish I had told you "don't go".
And as the tears ran from your eye,
I wish I could've made them dry.
But right now I wish more than anything,
That you were mine, because I am nothing.
You.You told me onceMore Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Such Beautiful PeopleSuch Beautiful People:More Like This
Beautiful people, you see and believe
But don't you know that they are rife with disease?
Little maggots, that crawl in their flesh
They walk around with a hole in their chest.
They try to pull you, they push you to be
They make a horror; now it's staring at me!
Abomination in the mirror you see
Are you so sick, that you cannot believe?
Oh! These beautiful people, they make you believe,
But you don't want to catch their horrid disease
Little maggots that crawl in their flesh
You hear the lies on their putrid breath.
Now! They tell you how to live and how you should be
But they're ones who will never be free.
Trapped by the mirror and what they see
Is there a devil called Vanity?
Yeah! These beautiful people, they make you believe,
But you don't want to catch their horrid disease.
Little maggots that crawl in their flesh,
You feel the lies on their putrid breath...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th March 2012
Like GravityThe gravityMore Like This
Is falling flat
And when I'm pushed
I'm feeling that
That grinds my bones
And in the marrow
It calls its home
So I'll writhe
With hopeless plights
The thought comes back
From that night
With darkened red
You whisper through
My thoughts unwind
You lick your lips
And feel my heart
Let my soul embark
Into a world
That's crypt and cold
In a world
That won't grow old
I feel it now
It's coming close
Your cold blood heart
I know that that
Heart of yours
Will be the death of me
That I'm sure
But then I wonder
Is it so bad?
Because you're all
I'll ever have.
My confusionWhat's real for me, is fake for you.More Like This
Diseased and fighting to make it through.
Am I alive, or is this all death?
Is this real life, or all in my head?
Confusion deluding and ripping my life.
Tearing and blaring, leaving me to strife.
I feel all alone and scared and misused.
Am I to believe, or just to refuse?
Leave me alone in my box of illusion.
Riveting and spinning in all my confusion.
a poem for that one guy -edit-Roses are redMore Like This
Violets are blue
If I ever go down
You’re coming too.
Tell all those secrets
Tell all those lies.
Our friendship fades, and slowly dies.
I tried my best
to be your friend.
but I guess all good things come to an end.
A hug or two ago,
you used to rock me to and fro.
Every time you walked by, I was speechless
Every time you spoke I was breathless
Every time we touched I was helpless.
I was trying to make you mine
But I guess I ran out of time.
Make or BREAK: UlquiHime EssayThis is an answer to a question regarding a statement I made on Orihime FC on Bleach Asylum that Ulquiorra 'changed Orihime's character for the better'. Basically, the person said that my statement disregards everything th other characters did to develop/change her character, and tha Ulquiorra instead broke her mind.More Like This
Let me just take a moment to sum up the roles of the 'other characters' (Ichigo and co) in terms of helping develop Orihime's character (prior to the Fullbring Arc):
Sora: Her gaurdian that protected/shielded her to the point where she felt a burden to him and thus refrained from telling him her troubles because she thougt that doing so would only further 'burden' him. Even after he died, she would never show anything but happiness to him. She was forced to bottle up all her pain and sorrow without taking the chance to solve her problems thenceforth because she felt like a burden. Sora may have been positive in his self-esteem-boosting compliments on her hair colour
1. The Black RoseMore Like This
Out extended the unwelcome arm,
for my soul to take...
My shadow, with me, trembled,
knowing no way away,
from this inevitable ending of my own.
The pillars of my legs crumbled,
and down I fell...
The arm hesitated,
and to the side tilted the head,
from which came its orders.
Of golden bone was it made,
and its base disappeared
into the caverns its sleeve....
Shying from my sight.
The Robe was black
with a fine woven silk.
I beheld none but black,
and only by will
was any other sight
begotten to my terrified eyes.
Eyes of sapphire gazed down on me,
as my back fell to the ground in terror...
Paralyzed was I in the presence of Death,
But it made no haste against me.
"I am Time, just as history knows me."
He spoke as despondence dove to my ears.
To me did Death speak, as it always had,
but with gentle motion did it cry out...
Yelling to grasp my thought, as it knelt before me.
the leaves beneath it made no cries of pain...
as they were already dead, and decaying.
Again the sapphir
BubblesMore Like This
We all live in our own little bubble,
Believing that the things we can fit in that small space must be all there is,
Never once thinking,
To just reach our hand out and brake the surface with just a touch,
To get just a glimpse of reality,
To hear just a whisper of peoples true voices.
But what if I were to do it?
To push past the swirling vortex of my own reflection,
To Feel the air outside of myself,
To See others like no one else has,
To Hear sorrow, joy, anger.
Could I go back?
Would I want to?
Why it makes sense that Snape died...Now that I have probably angered a bunch of Snape fans, let me explain.More Like This
I love Snape and his death broke my heart, and of course I wanted him to live! I wanted him to live because I felt he deserved better than dying the way he did, never having a chance to really make his own life, as he was always bound to his dead love, his guilt, mistakes, and his masters.
However when I really think about it in a canon sense, and more detached from my Snape-love, it really makes perfect sense to me that he died and it seems right that he did.
If Snape had survived the war, what sort of life would he have had after? Fanfictions deal with this a lot, and in many varying ways. I love to read about "Snape survived" fanfictions because the possibilities are interesting and endless. Does Snape get away from it all in a quiet cottage in the Orkneys? Does he stay at Hogwarts and take up his old post as Potions Master? Does he spend the rest of his life with effects from Nagini's bite? Does he finally move
Control - Chapter 4 (LokixReader)The next day you tried hard to avoid Loki around the building. It wasn't too difficult. He actually stayed in his room all day. Of course, he was still wearing his cuffs and muzzle, but you could understand why he wanted to be alone. He probably had a lot on his mind and he wanted somewhere quiet where he could think.More Like This
Everyone else had decided later that nigh to go to a club. You were a bit scared, since your last incident and all, but Tony convinced you to go. Luckily for you, you brought a few different dresses from your house the other day so you could try something new. Whenever you went to a club, you wore a dress. You would look at all the other pretty girls who dressed up and went to the club, and you wanted to look pretty too. It's not every day you get to dress up.
You searched through your closet, and found a fairly newer dress that was black. The skirt re
All In A Day'Aodhfin. I like that one.' The Voice pipes up.More Like This
'Hm, white fire, it does suit you, Aodhfin.' I think in response, testing the name out.
I realize that Camm is still pacing, ticking off another name, completely unaware of the conversation taking place in my head.
"Aodhfin." I interrupt her. "We want to go with Aodhfin."
She stops moving and gives me a strange glance, but it leaves quickly and is replaced by a look of satisfaction. I press on to a more important issue, the one that Camm has forgotten twice now.
"So why are you here again?" I prompt her.
"Oh! Oh, yeah!" She starts, simply to stop again, looking a little stricken. "Give it a second; it'll come back to me." She says as she pauses to think. "I got it."
I laugh as her terrible memory and wait for her to continue on with her explanation.
"Sam showed up at my place last night."
"What?" I exclaim, standing up in my shock. How could she have forgotten this?
"Yeah, she had a giant cut across her chest and was
Give It A ShotThe door swings open and Antony flies into the room, interrupting our bout of laughter.More Like This
Before I even have the chance to introduce him his arms are around my waist and he is twirling us in circles.
"Camm, you came home!" He shouts enthusiastically.
"I always come home Antony." I tell him.
Despite his obvious age he is quite strong and he exhibits this by continuing to spin us both about the room, my feet never touching the floor.
"I know." He says, finally stopping out progress when he returns to the door and setting me back on the ground. "But I always fear the day that you wont."
I advert my gaze from his intent eyes momentarily but quickly look back to him to show him my candour. "I will always return here so long as it is in my power." My tone holds much more weight than I even thought possible; our entire history hangs on these words.
He embraces me once more around my shoulders, his long silver hair curtaining us from the rest of the room. "I trust you, Kei." He whispers surrepti
What The Hell?I get to Chris's house to find his family all a flutter. I enter and quietly close the door behind me. As soon as I make it down the front hall to the intersection that connects their living room to their kitchen I am nearly ploughed down by Alice as she races from one room to the next.More Like This
"Hey Camm!" She calls out behind her.
"Did you hear what happened?" Emily asks, trailing after Alice.
"No, what happened?" I question, trailing after them.
"Vandals." Emily replies with venom.
"They trashed the park!" Alice elaborates.
No one ever thought to do anything to the old memorial park; it was just too bad to be done.
"Yeah, and we've been assigned to help clean it up." Emily grumbles, grabbing a pair of thick gardening gloves.
"So we're getting gear ready so we don't get hurt!" Alice calls out from the hall closet where she is rummaging for supplies.
"Well good luck with that, and have fun." I tell them sincerely, patting Em on the head.
"Thanks." Emily and Alice say in unison, using
Things Are Starting To ChangeCamm leads us back to her secret park.More Like This
When we get there Samantha launches into an explanation of what she is and why she's here.
"Kay, so basically my people are called The Collectors. Nobody really knows when we began or what caused us to come into being, but we assist wandering souls over to the other side."
"The other side?" Camm interjects, disbelieving. "Seriously? That's what it's called? That's so cliché." She scoffs.
"Is it like Heaven, or something?" I ask, curious.
"No, it's not heaven, but there is one. And it's not just called 'The Other Side', that's just how we explain it. It's actually named The City of Rebirth."
"Oh, how imaginative." Camm mocks, rolling her eyes but still smiles.
Sam just ignores the snide remarks and carries on.
"Generally when a person dies on good terms the 'see the light' and automatically move on to await rebirth. But sometimes, a person dies with a heavy heart- as in regrets, guilt, anger, that kind of stuff- and they are stuck here until t
ESTABLISHING THE INITIAL STEPS FOR A WEBCOMICESTABLISHING THE INITIAL STEPS FOR A WEBCOMICMore Like This
Hi I’m Andrea Dotta: a Pro comic artist and animator and one year ago I had the insane idea of making a powerful webcomic to show my works to more people as possible. Now I’m in a positive development towards my goal. If you want to do a webcomic, always do your best as their are millions of webcomics on the internet.
In this article, I would like to share the things that I’ve learned this year so I hope you will get something from me.
IDEA: There are no bad ideas, there are only ideas that are not developed. To develop your idea, you need to be authentic - think of your real life experiences to give credibility to your story. If you need a sad story, think of a sad story in your life. If you want a happy story, think and say what i
Rainbow DustMore Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust…
Just Hug MeMore Like This
No words are needed,
The silence speaks for itself,
There is no need to form those words,
That you feel the need to say.
I can tell from you actions,
The small smile on your lips,
The twinkle in your eyes,
The skip in your step.
I can tell from the tears,
The broken heart,
The way you grip my hand tight,
The darkness in your soul.
I can tell from the knitted eyebrows,
You head cocked to the side,
Your mouth forming the question why,
The way your brain is working overtime.
I can tell by the shuffling in your step,
The clicking of your fingers,
The biting of your lip,
The feet that point inwards.
I can tell from your wide eyes,
Your limp form,
Your open mouth,
Your frozen eyes.
I can tell from the clenched fists,
The sharp movements,
The vibrating of your body,
The glare from your soul.
I can tell your mood,
From the way you move,
There is no need to speak,
I know exactly what you are going to say.
Sometimes the best way to say something,
Is to say nothing at all.
Nothing needs to be sai
Chaos Theory Chaos TheoryMore Like This
Because my All's End novel and any subsequent stories and fan-fictions that I write on Mobius and the multiverse system will define chaos energy a certain way it was never fully described and chosen, and they are fan-fictions, so give me some space. This deviation is to describe my thoughts on chaos.
Chaos energy is the fundamental force that allows the existence of chaos emeralds, chaos adepts, super forms and rings within my Mobius continuity. In the raw state, chaos energy is exactly what it says chaos, anarchy, pandemonium. The energy that is chaos draws itself from everything, though the change is often impossible to discern, as the energy taken is meant to fuel chaos energy. I do not pretend to know exactly where it came from; I am more interested in current theory and practise.
However, that is not to say that in my spare time I have not pondered the origins, or Theory of Oblivion within the larger picture. My theory on t
Anomalous Objects Catalogue chapter 1More Like This
"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
Collection: Fall LandscapesMore Like This
There’s something about the brilliant colors of the dying leaves of autumn that reflects the wonders and the sorrows of life. It’s as if by waking up each morning into this beautiful world of natural colors, we are being given our bittersweet reward for surviving another year on the planet. We are regaled with a brief seasonal ceremony of the turning of the leaves, nature’s gift for our eyes as a promise she will soon return after her yearly rest. And then it’s time to let winter’s grey pallor unfold over us in blankets of dark cold rain and bright brisk snows; we sleep, the autumn’s leaves having promised
Commissions Contracts: A Must Have. Yes, there is a lot to read and Yes you should read it. Copy it, paste it and edit it to suit your needs as a commissioner or commissioned artist. Protect yourself by drafting a contract and understanding it.</a>More Like This
It has come to my attention that many deviants commission their work and hold proceedings entirely over deviantArt. In the case that your client/commissioned artist begins to use and distribute your work illegally you will need to have a greater standing than simply a bunch of e-mail print outs if you are to go to court over the matter of misuse. Often the matter is over misunderstanding, which a contract will also help clarify for both parties.
I cannot stress how important it is when doing commissions to have physical signed copies of an Artist/Client Commission Agreement or at the very least a signed confirmation of engagement. It takes longer to organise, especially with overseas clients, but it protects the rights of both parties to the work and is worth the day or so
So you want to do requests?A basic guide to taking and making requestsMore Like This
Just like when taking commissions, requests also require a bit if organizing. And I hope that in this article I'll be able to help answer a couple of questions regarding requests.
Previous article: "So you want to do commissions?"
If you find the article informative, please it.
First things first
If you're reading this article, you're probably thinking of opening up requests. Whether it is to improve your art, or to have some samples ready to move on to commissions: various people take requests for various reasons. Just take a gander through the Projects-forum and you'll see just how many there are.
Just like with commissions, it's important you decide what you'll be taking requests for. And whatever your choice or reason, be prepared for a lot of people to find their way to your page
So you want to do commissions?A basic guide to setting up commissionsMore Like This
When it comes to commissioning, there is so much that needs to be decided, arranged and thought of that it can all appear a bit daunting at first.
However: when following a couple of basic guidelines, setting up commissions really is not as hard as you think!
If you find the article informative, please it.
First things first
So you have decided you want to start doing commissions. That's great!
The first thing to do is to determine what you want to offer.
Do you want to offer drawings, or designs?
Will you be coding journal-skins for people, or will you be pixeling?
Take a look through your gallery and try to determine what you do best and what you like to do the most.
Because that will most likely be what you'll be offering.
Stick to what you're good at.
Don't promise what you can't deliver when someone is paying you for it.
Now that you've mo
Things I learned at: The Industry Workshops 2014Holy shit amazeballs... this past weekend....More Like This
But let me start of by shortly telling you what the industry workshops actually were.
(The artwork in this journal are from some of the lecturers.)
What is: #IW_14?
The Industry workshops took place last weekend August 29 to 31 2014, at 2 venues both located at Hoxton Square, London United Kingdom.
It was organized and hosted by a group of industry professionals in the fields of concept art, matte painting and illustration in film, games and freelance.
Let me name the people that profited the lectures and demo's from 10 in the morning to 8 in the evening, ending with a 1+ hour QA session as seen on the picture below.
(Not in the same order as the picture)
Alex Brady, Alex Heath, Alex Negea, Andrei Riabovitchev, Björn Hurri, Dave Neale, emrah elmasli, Jama Djurabeav, Jon McCoy, Jonas De Ro, Kan Muftic, Levi Peterffy, Mark tompkins, Nadia Mogile
Where to get started before you can apply for workThere is no such thing as suddenly knowing when you are ready to turn yourMore Like This
passion into your profession. But there is a way of measuring your chances on being
able to get work and eventually sustain a living from it.
Accepting commissions or freelance for low payment won't help you. You can think any penny counts, but it will lower the worth of your work and damage the market.
How to measure that you are ready?
You probably have high goals, but they are usually not your first step. You must search out the clients who can be that first step. Often found in the card game industry, book cover illustrations and smaller game company's.
Look at the artwork shown by a company such as the card game company: Fantasy Flight games. Compare your skills with the average of their artworks. If it matches yours, you will have a chance. However, keep in mind that those artworks had been done in a limited timeframe, usually within 12 hour
Are you on the right track? + Fuck Talent!Am I on the right track?More Like This
This is a thing people often wonder and think it's a complicated to find out, but it is actually pretty simple. It's a different question you need to ask yourself based on different topics.
As for: Fuck talent! You'll find it if you scroll down
Topic 1: Am I on the right track to becoming a better artist?
Does your work from today, look closer to your initial goal than your work from last week? (this needs to be both in skill and idea.)
Good skills: Honing your technique, training you muscle memory, being more knowledgeable about your tools and art rules. With art rules I mean: Perspective, form, light, texture, composition.
Good ideas: Storytelling, characteristics, charm, emotion and design. Not just making things look polished but also convey something more, something that brings it to life and speaks to pe
So tired of not achieving what you want?So tired of not achieving what you want?More Like This
Everyone has something they really want dearly, a career, to have a certain loved one, to be able to make certain things...
The most common one among us artist are:
- I want to be able to draw better
- I want to be able to draw like "this"person.
- I want to earn money with my drawing.
- I want to be able to draw what I imagine in my head.
- I want more people to appreciate my art.
- I want more feedback from artists I admire.
- I want more..
- I want better....
All this wanting.. dreaming of... hoping for.
How about doing it!! With these sort of "wants", it's a matter of DOING IT!
How? You ask?
There are many ways, but the usual and only answers to those desires are:
- Spend the most time you have on drawing/painting.
- Go and ask people for help, it is okay to do so!
- Look at that amazing artwork and try and figure out how this person made it, perhaps he/she will tell you? Perhaps this person has made a video or tutoria
Realm of Fantasy, The Anatomy of a GroupDecember 7, 2012by techgnoticRealm-of-Fantasy →More Like This
Realm of Fantasy
The Anatomy of a Group
The grey dressby *sakimichan
The special kind of dedication, spirit and discipline devoted to the assembly and construction of a successful Group within the vast technicolor ocean of artworks, artists and art appreciators that is deviantART might very well be the experiential epitome of what it is to be a part of the deviantART journey. From the very first conception, through the ten thousandth practical step, alltheoriginalnames and his cadre of steadfast partners in artful curation have built a virtual sanctuary of the fantastical— Realm-of-Fantasy. Housing the largest and most significant collection of exceptional fantasy ar
R.I.P.Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?More Like This
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
(CLOSED)1500 Points Raffle(CLOSED)More Like This
1500 Points raffle
How to join
just fave this journal
The raffle will end in 3 days
500 POINTS GIVEAWAY!Hello my friends!More Like This
So Finally i collected some points and now I've decided to hold a giveaway!
A 500 Points Giveaway for everyone who wants to participate!!
Rules - Just favroite and Comment Done!
on the Journal
some of my art works
August 6th (1 week)
Good luck to Ever
My ConfessionI never really thought about my lack of sexual interest before society confronted me with it.More Like This
It took me quite a while to notice guys as anything more than "other people", and when I did, it was more a group pressure thing than real interest.
I even had a boyfriend then, but not because I particularly liked the guy. Having a boyfriend in your teens is a status symbol. Have one, you're cool, have none, you're not.
Of course, back then things weren't that clear to me. I went with the flow.
For a very long time, I wondered what is wrong with me that I don't enjoy sex, that It makes me feel awkward and that I have no desire to go out and date. Society made me believe it is wrong to be like that. I was ashamed of myself, of my flaws and my obvious failure of being a full-fledged human being.
You define yourself through others. You try to figure out who you are, and you look at others for guidance, for something you can identify with. But you only limit yourself with that, and not finding si
Creepypasta ABC'sA is for Abby, who has a creepy stalkerMore Like This
B is for BEN, he drowned in some water
C is for Cupcakes, which you'll just die to eat
D is for Dating Game, beware of who you'll meet
E is for Eyeless Jack, he wants to slash you open
F is for Funnymouth, who'll leave your jaw broken
G is for Guardian Angel, he's always with you
H is for Humans, and they can lick too
I is for Ickbarr Bigelsteine, your teeth he will keep
J is for Jeff the Killer, who tells you to go to sleep
K is for Killswitch, a game impossible to find
L is for Lavender Town, the music messes with your mind
M is for Misfortune, a hidden game within a game
N is for No End House, which lives up to its name
O is for On the Bus, you'll be riding forever
P is for Penpal, they can be oh so clever
Q is for Quiet Room, a film with a cursed TV spot
R is for Russian Sleep Experiment, more sinister than we thought
S is for Slender Man, wearing a black suit and tie
T is for Trust, who shall live, and who shall die?
U is for Unbranded Lapto
Creepy Pokemon Artwork: Chansey From HellCelebrate this week's launch of Pokemon X and Y with a daily dose of disturbing Pokemon artwork. The adorable Pokemon, Chansey, gets several creepy and realistic twists.More Like This
chansey by nastyjungle
Chanseydon Preview by Gumbogamer
No. 113 - Chansey by PokemonFromHell
Chanbra by SolaMontoya
Chansey by altered-worlds Chansey by OMGaMOOSE
Chansey and Ratata by lmerlo72
150+ project: chansey by edface
And some Pokemon fusion Chansey mashups:
Pokemon Fusion 4 - Eleggtrode by BonnyJohnElectresy by JosemonCosplay
Pokemon Fusion by eduardocatebPokeFusion - Geosey by kaj18
Pokemon Fusion: Psysey by SakuraSetsuna
Pasey by KinkoKitty
1 WEEK AHHHH!!UNTIL i'm 20!!!!More Like This
and yeah before you ask you can totally draw me birthday art that's ok here's what i'd like :iconbadassplz:
I love art of myself the most! Cause sometimes i get sick of my ocs but i'm stuck with myself forever...
here is my info and more pictures, and here are a couple of my current hair!!
or you can draw my ocs! http://xxanemia.deviantart.com/journal/MY-ocs-243822885
Insidious Chapter 2 Contest Winners AnnouncementInsidiousMore Like This
We challenged you to add a shadowy twist to a 'normal' daily experience, and you responded with some absolutely terrifying entries! Director James Wan was so impressed that he kept going back and forth trying to determine a winner because the entries were THAT good! However, he did complete his difficult task and the winners are now in
Help fund WAR COMMAND! :)Hey guys!More Like This
If you didn't already know War Command has a Kickstarter raising funds right now for the physical release version of the game. Please check it out and share it round cause we could really use all the help we can get. You'll be supporting not only the game but all the illustrators (myself included) who've done all the artwork for it. Think of it as a kind of pre-order for the whole thing - with lots of different perks and rewards available.
Here's the link! http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1997386731/war-command-the-physical-edition?ref=card
Any support given would be greatly appreciated :3 And sorry if I'm spamming you with War Command stuff, I'm just pretty psyched about it!
Now I better get back to colouring ZOMBIE, the comic I'm working on at the moment with ROUGH
Plugging the VAsHello all,More Like This
Things are still incredibly busy and hectic over here, in light of which I don't have much time to dedicate towards Honour Amongst Thieves at the moment. Rest assured, we haven't seen the last of the project and the characters around here, but in the meantime, I thought I might tide you over with some "goodies". Each of the characters' VAs are very talented in their own ways, and I thought I'd plug some of their websites for those of you interested in what they do when they're not cussing at pirates or berating heathens.
Brendan Julian, voice of Louis:
As well as voice acting for several college projects, Brendan is also a
musician and songwriter. He has several videos of his guitar covers uploaded to
his YouTube account, as well as some singing. You can find his best stuff here:
Richard Johnston, voice of James:
Not just a polite British man, Richa
My first FAQHere's my first V.1 FAQ, to help me save more time answering the same questions again and again, I will add more questions later.More Like This
I'm still getting used to using proper words for English, But I hope this FAQ could be useful and easy-understandable for everyone. : o
Q: Mind If I watch you?
A: I don't mind, And thank you very much for the watch.
Q: When did you first starting drawing?
A: I start to practice drawing seriously since 2004
Q: What do you like using the most?
A: Watercolor and colored pencil
Q: what is your favorite size of the paper?
A: My favorite paper size is A4, Because it fits my A4 scanner perfectly.
Q: Your favorite kind of paper?
A: Cold-press 190g to 300g Watercolor paper with semi-rough surface; I can't fully control the color on Rough surface paper and hot-press smooth surface paper, And I use normal 80g printer paper for pencil drawing.
Q: Your favorite brand of paper?
A: Canson Monval, Sakura i-paint, Arches aquar