Your coloring is great, nice luscious palettes, with moody eye-catching lighting, but, I think there's room for improvement. I'd like to offer some advice. If you're amenable, please, keep reading:
I want to be clear. It's not about what's "bad", it's about what could be better. The poses are good, story-driven actions, they just could be more so. Right now, your characters read a bit stiff, which isn't what you want in most of these images; they're ongoing stories but the figures in them feel static and their movements "planned". They're not telling a story, they're holding still for the camera.
I think the problem is simple (easily fixed!):
1) instead of using photos, try using videos and pausing at precisely the frame of movement you want. You'll get innately more visceral stock which will be a boon to your art.
(It was for mine.)
I'm not showing this picture to flaunt anything. Just to show the benefits of video reference versus photo reference.
2)Try conveying more of a sense of weight and movement using "squash" and "stretch".
3)Push the pose, exaggerate it more.
4)Draw a dot from the navel to the heels of your character's feet; if the triangle they form looks like a "classical" triangle, it means the figure is either ending an action or hasn't yet begun, either a story is ending or it hasn't started.
Case in point:
See? Static pose. A story hasn't started yet "on screen", only the hint of something "off screen". Her navel and heels make a fairly "classic" triangle. (I am NOT posting this to brag. This is an old picture with garbage shading that makes my heart cry. I'm just using it to, you know, visualize the principal.)
Now look at this pose:
Much more dynamic. (The asylum-white background's still woefully "Blah!")
Now to post someone good:
if you will pay me for every my studies , okay i will use more dinamics pose with stuff and hard details characters as you said before XD
Thanks for the llama 😍
I knew a llama once. At least I thought I knew him. I mean, how well can anyone really know anyone, much less a llama. With their air of mystery and thinly veiled contempt. It’s hard. But I digress.
His name was Kevin. But for reasons I will never understand, he would only ever answer to Albert. Identity issues aside, things started out okay. The usual introductory sniffing and sneezing went well, despite his allergie. But then things went downhill during the ritual licking phase of the pleasantries. We pushed through. Had it not been for the spitting, we might have even been able to make it work, but alas, after just 3 seconds of bittersweet brotherhood, we finally decided to part ways. It’s kind of sad, when you think about it. Spitting seems like such an innocent thing to fight over, but he was pretty adamant that I should stop and that was just not going to happen. We might have overcome that issue, but Kevin, like all llamas, was very competitive. First came the stench competitions. Then it was belching contests. And lastly, a painstaking count to see which one was hairier. You can clearly see why our relationship was doomed. The poor fellow was a bit of a sore loser.
So under the cover of high noon, he fled, taking with him a failed friendship, an obliviously optimistic dread of the future, and my sixth favorite toothbrush. Now that he is gone, I can honestly say, it's for the best. He was too much of a chick magnet anyway and who needs that poultry drama? ヽ(ಠ_ಠ)ノ