your art is so awesome! Do you have any advice on atonomy and stuff?
references are your greatest friend ever, like studying them and finding little points for things. Use them how you would use a live model in like figure drawing class, look at them and map out where different things are, stay real loose!!
like i always start with a circle for the head then do a general body shape like a rectangle or a circle or whatever, i tend to work with shapes a lot. then i just draw basically a stick figure with that in whatever pose im going for? eyeballing it to see what works and remembering the different references ive used (i use this method when im doing like, an impossible pose like floating or some really dynamic fighting stuff)
i wonder if he’s ever been rejected like, from a stranger/someone he’s just met in the last few years? cause like…..hes super famous and p good looking. but he also doesn’t seem to be like over-the-top confidant? not that like, you can tell that from 5 seconds of audio but just from what he’s said in interviews
i was thinking about that, too!! remember that interview he did recently where he was like, um, ‘i’m a completely average to mediocre looking irishman’? i can certainly understand being self-deprecating so that you don’t come across a swaggering dickhead, especially since everybody’s been asking him how often the scenario from ‘slow hands’ happens to him. but it genuinely didn’t sound like that’s all it was? like, i think there’s being self-deprecating and then there’s being, i don’t know, a little self-conscious. ofc i’m just speculating and i don’t know anything, but maybe he really does have reason to feel less than 100% confident.
So I have this weird tendency to just, collect and gather loose changed. Probably because I always use notes to pay for things, but 9/10 my pockets will be full of probably $10 in loose change.
Unfortunately it means I shed said change in some weird places. We’ll find it where I’ve thrown my jeans, all over the bedside table, falling out of my pockets when I flop on the bed, or just generally on the carpet.
My girlfriend hates it. She can’t understand why I don’t collect it in one of our jars, and being the shitbag I am, I can’t help but escalate the situation. Oh, did I just empty out my pocket of change? Let me just toss it on the carpet while maintaining eye contact.
She even found some in the shower, once.
While I was gone this weekend, I made sure to hide a bunch of coins on her side of the bed this weekend. Just so she’d know I was thinking about her.
and his big poofy hair. Said friend demanded I draw a scene about his new fluffy locks and summer humidity. Ask and ye shall receive? As much as I try to keep things loose and quick I always end up taking a long time!
Also let’s play the “Just how many different styles can I fit into one comic and how off model can I get ” game. Granted I don’t draw Gerudos like in the official illustrations, but I can’t seem to keep drawing the same face/style twice. Also, this was meant to be silly so if you feel dialog is out of character, it’s because it more than probably is.
Anyway, I’ll probably be sparse within the next few days (weeks) so you can all rest easy. No more crazy reblogs or dumb doodles of ninja turtles and Zelda :p
EDIT: In case anyone is interested in just the bottom illustration:
Rules: Tag 15 people after you finish the challenge.
#Five things you’ll find in my bag:
1. My phone (of course😂)
3. Lipstick and Lip gloss 💄👄(An absolute MUST)
4. portable charger
5. Hair ties (i am always loosing them 🤦🏽♀️)
#Five things you’ll find in my bedroom:
1. My lovely bed obviously 😂
3. All of my electronics (laptop, tablets, phone, etc)
4. Lots of pillows
5. Many, many books!
#Five things I’ve always wanted to do:
1. Speak fluently in two other languages (other than English and Spanish)
2. Getting my passport TATTOOED BABY (Travel! Travel! Travel! ☀️🌊🏝)
3. Teach myself how to play another instrument
4. Get tattoos 😏👅
5. To find someone who truly, truly gets me and loves me for me.
#Five things that make me feel happy:
1. Curled up in my bed with a warm blanket watching Netflix!
2. That amazing feels after reading one of the best books ever and not knowing what to do after because you’re so shook☺️
3. All the celebrities I stan and watching them succeed ❤️ 4. Food 😋😋 5. New chapters from Choices every week and then coming on here to be see everyone’s reaction and relating to yall
#Five things i’m currently into:
1. BTS 😍🌟IM IN LOVE i just recently joined the fandom and i can’t believe I missed so much 2. The office (I just finished the whole series last night 😭😭😭and im still crying) 3. OT4 Solo Careers (Harry, Niall, Liam, and Louis 🔥)
4. Obsessing over when Choices will release The Sophomore‼️(but seriously im starting to have withdrawals 😂😂)
5. Alternative music
#Five things on my to-do-list:
1. Watch LOL again (that movie with miley cryrus 👏🏼this movie is bomb)
3. Getting packed for my trip to Aruba 🇦🇼 🔥🔥
4. Find a new show to binge watch
5. Find a new book to fawn over
I’ve been struggling to come to terms with my feelings about it lately. Partially because of my own personal shit, and partially because certain subjects seem to be bubbling up more on tumblr and around the greater Internet area.
Criticism is good. I know that. Criticism is immensely, immeasurably valuable. Criticism is the second-best tool for growing as an artist in any medium, the first being the actual act of creation. Criticism has to exist for art to mean anything.
But it’s also pointless, sometimes.
I can look at a work and see that it is imperfect. I can point out all the flaws and untangle all the loose threads (and there’s always loose threads) until the whole thing unravels if I want to. Or I can look at a work, take it for what it is and not what it could be, and evaluate it based on that.
Roger Ebert once said, “A movie is not about what it is about. It is about how it is about it.” Like any good quote from a famous person, it means a few things, first and foremost that execution of an idea is more important than its originality. But it also means that you can’t look at a work of Victorian romance in which some people happen to die and deride it for not being a hard-boiled murder-mystery with some romantic elements. A movie, or a book or a game or a drawing or a sweater, should be judged based on what it is and not what it isn’t.
I’ve always known the first interpretation. Lately, though, I’ve tried to take the latter to heart. It’s been… difficult.
I mean, look, I know who I am, and I know what I like. And on a certain level, I can recognize quality. So I can know something is good, or a good example of its type, and also know it’s not for me. But sometimes… I don’t know. You run into people adoring things I find ludicrous, taking up arms to rally to the defense of something that doesn’t really deserve it, simply because it has some element that appeals to them—whether it’s a woman with a narrative arc or an all-female cast or a subversion of some dumb trope or a celebration of other tropes or a continuation of characters long-since mined for all their worth. I understand the impulse. But I don’t truly comprehend it.
I’ve seen this a fair bit lately, particularly on tumblr—people celebrating or championing films or comics or games or even pieces of fanfiction that are decidedly imperfect, usually in technical or esoteric ways that only seem to bother me. Maybe they wouldn’t if I was a woman, or gay, or both. Someone born somewhere else, raised differently, who grew up reading or watching or playing different things. But as valuable as walking in another person’s shoes is, at the end of the day, you are you, and your own self has to have its own value too, right? At least to you.
So I sit by and watch people get excited. I see gifsets posted for movies I don’t like, photosets of actors I find mediocre or overexposed, long and bizarre meta rants that seem ludicrous, and excerpts from fanfiction I’m not the least bit interested in. I sit, and I watch, and I understand, and I don’t say anything.
After all, what good is there in saying anything? What’s the point? You can’t change someone’s mind about something they love. You can’t point out flaws in something that speaks to someone. Even if you could sit down with the creators themselves, locked in an empty room for twenty four hours straight, you couldn’t convince them they were doing it all wrong.
Because it wasn’t for you. Not really. It was for the people who liked it. It was for people for whom there isn’t anything else that speaks to them. Whatever technical criticisms you have are almost meaningless. Perhaps they always were—perhaps the artist intended them that way. Perhaps it is, quite simply, not to your liking.
Of course there’s a line to be drawn somewhere—one can only say that so many times for so many different reasons before it starts to sound like an excuse to avoid a conversation—but more often than not, it’s the truth. The world doesn’t revolve around you, after all.
So I sit, and I don’t comment. I don’t reblog, reply, or even click the little heart. I just look at it, shrug, and turn to something else. Something I enjoy.
I’m honestly not sure if that’s the right approach or not, at least with regards to amateur artists. I think it’s insulating, and reinforces certain behaviors. But I also think any small, tight-knit community gets that way, regardless of the nature of the association. Even if you try to engage at every turn, to pull no punches and be as ruthless as possible, after a while all you’re doing is reinforcing other, different behaviors. At a certain point, people have to break out. Try something new. Or someone new.
But then, maybe some people need that, and some people don’t. Maybe some people don’t actually want to grow or change at all. I can respect that. If someone possess a strong awareness of who they are and why they do what they do? Maybe they’re done growing. Maybe that’s just who they are, and you can like it or leave it.
I don’t know. Part of me says that refusing to engage isn’t constructive. Another part says that not everything needs to be. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I keep going around in circles.
You grunted as you walked into your flat that you shared with Luke. “Hey babe,” Luke said walking into the kitchen.
You mumbled to yourself as you walked into the bedroom, pulling you phone out as you walked to your side of the bed to grab your headphones. You laid down on your bed and put your headphones, turning the music all of the way up. Luke walked in and saw you laying there with your eyes closed as you mumbled the lyrics. He walked over to the edge of the bed and laid down next to you, pulling one side of your headphones off.
“Your parents again?” Luke asked.
“I just don’t understand,” You said holding back tears. “Every time they talk they always argue. They always have to says who’s right. Who’s right, who’s wrong, Who really cares? The fault and the blame are still there. Do they not realize that all of my life I’ve felt alone in that broken home?” You asked looking at Luke.
“Babe,” He said cupping the side of your face.
“I always thought they were happy. When did they loose that? The only thing that I’ve had throughout life are my dreams and now that I’m following them they’re nagging me,” You said laying back down. “What’s that point of doing anything?”
“Hey,” Luke snapped. “I know that things have been bad but you’re doing what you want. You have people that love you. You don’t talk to your parents often so they’re more of a memory. You just have to think about what makes you happy.”
“I don’t even know what makes me happy,” You whispered.
“You’re happy when I do this,” Luke whispered before he pressed his lips to your neck. You laughed and pushed Luke away. “See?” He asked making you smile. “We’ve been dating for quite awhile now. You’ve told me some of the stories but I’m always here when you need me. I just hope you remember that.”
“I do,” You said smiling. Luke ran his thumb through your hair as he hovered over you, smiling down at you before he pressed his lips to yours.
“I love you babe,” Luke said smiling.
“I love you too,” You said smiling.
“Now I’m supposed to go meet the boys for a song writing session but if you need me I’ll stay right here,” Luke said starting to lay down.
“No. I’ll be fine,” You said nodding. “You go write some awesome songs.”
Luke smiled and kissed you before he got up and walked out of the flat. He got in the car that was waiting for him. He looked down at his phone, thinking about you as he looked down at his phone screen.
When the car stopped Luke got out and walked into the studio, greeted by Michael and Ashton laughing. “Luke,” Calum said through his laughter.
“I think I have an idea for a song,” Luke said walking straight in and sitting down at the table where the laptop was. Luke started to write down what you said before it left his mind forever.
“Luke, are you sure?” Calum asked looking over his shoulder.
“I’m positive,” Luke said nodding. Luke stayed at the studio with the boys until it was dark out finally giving up and going home.
“Hey babe,” You said as Luke walked in.
“Hi,” Luke siad smiling. He walked up to you and pressed his lips to yours before walking into the bedroom. “Hey babe, I want you to come down to the studio tomorrow. I want you to see something.”
“Alright,” You said walking in with two waters.
“Thanks,” Luke said smiling and leaning in. You pressed your lips to his before you walked over to your side of the bed. Luke grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, kissing your cheek before you both fell asleep.
When you woke up Luke was already getting dressed. “Come on,” Luke said smiling when he saw you looking at him. Like you said you would do you got dressed and followed Luke to the studio.
“What are we doing here?” You asked as Luke pulled you in.
“I wanted to show you what we started to work on for the second album,” Luke said sitting you down as Michael, Ashton, and Calum walked into the recording booth.
“You just started to work on this yesterday,” You chuckled.
“It’s what we worked on all day yesterday,” Luke said before kissing you and then following the boys into the recording booth. “Now it’s not down,” Luke said as he sat down.
“Yeah so don’t hate us just yet,” Michael said making you smile and nod.
“They would yell, they would scream, they were fighting it out
She would hope, she would pray, she was waiting it out
Holding onto a dream
While she watches these walls fall down
Sharp words like knives, they were cutting her down
Shattered glass like the past, it’s a memory now
Holding onto a dream
While she watches these walls fall down
Hey mum, hey dad
When did this end?
Where did you lose your happiness?
I’m here alone inside of this broken home
Who’s right, who’s wrong
Who really cares?
The fault, the blame, the pain’s still there
I’m here alone inside of this broken home, this broken home”
When the boys finished Luke looked up at you to see you looking at them. You didn’t say anything making Luke concerned. He stood up and walked over to you, greeted by you wrapping your arms around him. “Thank you,” You said looking at him.
“I’m always here for you babe. I love you,” Luke said smiling.
“I know. I love you too,” You said smiling. Luke gave you a quick kiss before wrapping his arms around you.
“I love you guys too,” Calum said walking out and wrapping his arms around you, followed by Ashton and Michael. Even though your parents were not together you knew that Luke and the boys were your family, and you couldn’t think of a better family to have.
It’s a pretty loose schedule, but I do always post things at least once a week. Since I’m pretty busy during the week right now that means updates will more than likely happen on Saturday or Sunday at 8:30 (since finished pages end up in the queue). Also, there’s usually more than one page in a batch (at least two, usually at most five).