People asked me several times when I've became 'popular' on this site and in which way. I must admit I smelled a bit of envy in their tones, but the thing that troubled me more was that they didn't think that my work was worth all the pageviews I got over the years.
Well, I wanted to explain this little thing right now... dA costed me a lot of work! It wasn't a 'BOOM! POPULAR!' thing at all for me.
I had to study other people's methods too and to work hard on improving my art, and it wasn't easy. At all!
So tonight I'm sharing with you some methods to get attention by dA community.
Don't take them as unquestionable laws, just take them for what they are... Hints.
They worked for me but they may not work for you.
And now that you have a dA account...
What should you do?
► POST FINISHED ARTWORKS ONLY
Your first post should be a fi
Understanding anatomy is crucial to many aspects of your art.
You'll notice that anatomy is essential for drawing. It becomes difficult to accurately draw a complex pose, or even a simple one, if you don't understand what's under all that skin or fur, or even bark. Knowing how everything fits together is important.
Once you notice where that certain muscle is, shading and form become much more accurate and more natural. Knowing why the nose and eyes fall where they do make it much easier to draw from memory, and nail that natural look you were going for.
Learning the anatomy of the subject you're going to draw is quite important, and will definitely help you on several levels.
It's also easier to drawing sequences of movement. One will know what connects to what, and how they move. What is possible, and what isn't. (Range of motion)
Drawing people and other animals can be intimidating. Once you have a solid foundation, it's much easier
Dewdrops shine on blades of grass
Clock strikes seven, breaks the silence
The town awakes
New dawn, new day
Time to get back working
Carrying on sweet memories
Of the weeks gone by
Building new castles in the sky
Carried on by the damp scent of dawn
Fantasies, promises, and hopes
All of them will last as long as twenty-four hours
Before being drowned in dusk
An endless magic circle
New ones coming, old ones going
...And it's so beautiful
An ever renewing little wonderful miracle
So often it happens, and goes unnoticed
And we voyagers in dreamland never wish to wake up
What's going on outside the window
People walking, waking, watching
While the skies keep on smiling
Such a bliss needs no thanksgiving
For true happiness really lies
In the beauty of everyday lives.
Though, there is another who's temper is more tumultuous than any flame. She who's hair flows down her back like rivers of oil.
She is the beautiful, the eloquent, the barking mad Princess of Infern!
Audaciously sentencing women to death for no further purpose than to feed her own delusions. She holds no remorse for her actions; no pity on their souls. And though these women are innocent, such things make little difference. For her judgement is justified by her restless sleep in the night. A restlessness brought upon by none other than Hell's ancient prophetess herself, Enline Richt.
A prophesy that sends the Princess's blood boiling with each recounting.
inhale the bullshit, release the lies.
Memories now bursting, disoriented and crazed,
A smirk to the face, " i wont change my ways"
Dusty, powdered white snow flows to her brain,
a smirk to the face, she wont be the same
Running, sprinting, falling, misleading,
a note falls below, squinting and reading.
letters dance and colors form
her thoughts, her past, everything torn.
outside she goes, street lights turn on,
she sees a face, "hey girl, what's wrong?"
She trembles, wobbles, and shes numb, no pain,
she sprints, the face gets closer,
and then wakes up 10 years older.
late twenties, shes freaking and shaking,
still trying to do some erasing.
she wants to go back, fix her past,
wants to succeed, make something of herself at last.
you never know until you try, right?
but she doesn't, she wont, she stays up all night,
doing anything to just get that high.
She tries and tries, but why, why why.
Chapped lips with smoke rings arising,
inhale the bullsh