TO YOU ASPIRING ARTISTS...FROM JOE MADUREIRAHere's some of the most amazing and invaluable advice you'll most-likely ever get from one of my good colleagues and legends in comics/gaming, creator JOE MADUREIRA. It's what i've been preaching to you aspiring artists since i arrived on DA, but i think his POV says it perfectly:More Like This
*WARNING: SOME MATURE LANGUAGE*
"DO YOU REALLY WANT TO BE A SUCCESSFUL ARTIST?
Or a successful WORKING PROFESSIONAL?
Believe it or not there is a difference. I'm not usually a soapbox type guy, I don't like instructing people, and I think I'm a terrible teacher. But hey, it's Friday and I'm in a strange mood. So here goes:
I've noticed that a good number of my fans happen to be aspiring artists themselves. This is for all you guys. I get asked constantly: "Where should I go to school?" "What classes should I take?" "What should I study for anatomy?" "What pencils and paper do you use?" "Should I be working digitally now instead of traditionally?" "How do I fix my poses? Learn composition? Perspective?" "When
Depp fic part 4Title: "Depp-fic"More Like This
Author: Terrabm (Siriusfanatic)
Fandom: Secret Window/Ninth Gate
Pairing: Mort Rainey/Dean Corso
Warning: Slash, graphic language, violence, sexual situations, ect.
There are things you never know you miss until they are gone. This is complete and utter truth. However, it is not often mentioned, that there are things you know you will miss, even before they are gone. That is perhaps a more obvious statement.
Mort Rainey mulled this over in his head as he sat inside the hospital lobby, seated in a wheel chair. He had been given hospital slippers to wear as he had no shoes. His clothes were the ones he was wearing the night of the incident as it was now referred to. His pajama pants, that were ripped at the leg where hed been shot, and a grey T-shirt. Over this, was the blue robe the hospital had given him. A going away gift, as it were.
That and a bill.
He missed hi
Deppfic--Working title (This is a work in progress, so please be patient.)More Like This
I do not own any of the character portrayed by Johnny Depp in this story, I make no monies, so don't sue me. I do own whatever OC character pop up, so...please do not take.)
Winter in Tashmore Lake was frozen hell. Mort Rainey still wasnt sure why he had decided to stay here, when he knew damn well he wasnt wanted. Not that he deserved it. But people talked, and they talked nonsense most of the time. Nonsense and shit about things they couldnt understand and didnt know anything about.
Mort let out a hefty sigh as he pulled at last into his gravel driveway. Snow was coming down in huge, almost finger-nail size flakes, covering everything and his wipers tried in vain to clear the windshield over and over against the fluffy white assault. He had just returned from a stressful trip to