stencil work

anonymous asked:

consider this: miles morales teaching steve how to use spray paint so he can create a mural of tony stark

“First thing’s first, you have to shake it,” Miles says, demonstrating. The can in his hand makes a strange, bubbling pinging noise, like a he’s playing a pinball machine.

“Okay,” Steve says, and shakes his own can obediently.

“Now, normally I’d say it’s important to do a sketch first. Usually, I use one of those or a stencil, and it works out pretty well. But I’m pretty sure you’ll pick this up fast, so for now, just remember to do short, quick strokes. Like this.” He demonstrates, sketching out a line not with a continuous spray, as you would with pencil on paper, but with a few shorter strokes that he has better control over.

“Right.”

“Oh, and always watch the wind. It’s calm today, but if you ever come out at another time, that’s the biggest thing to think about. Even if it isn’t strong enough to send your paint back in your face, it can blur the lines real bad, and spray painting is all about precision.”

“Okay.”

“And one last thing -” Miles hops down from the milk-crate he was standing on and sets a hand on Steve’s shoulder. It’s strange, this kid, a full foot shorter than Steve and small enough for Steve to throw a few dozen yards, treating Steve like he’s the child. Here, he really is.

“Don’t worry about fucking up,” Miles says. His eyes are wide and sincere, and Steve wonders if Miles knows what he’s thinking. He can’t, can he? “He’s not going to be mad if you mess up his mural. And, hey, worst comes to worst, you can always paint over it, right?”

Steve takes a deep breath and turns towards the alley wall. It’s already covered with gorgeous art of Iron Man, art that Steve doesn’t want to risk covering up with nothing but a drippy mess. That’s the essence of graffiti, though, Miles says; impermanent and vulnerable, just like the people it depicts. “Yeah,” Steve agrees, and lifts his can in the air.

An amazing art work “Lisa” in Richmond, USA by the talented young Belgian-American street artist and filmmaker, Nils Westergard, based in Richmond, Virginia. He started doing graffiti when he was 14, nowadays he creates stencils and freehand works in which he focuses on the nature of the authority, influences of his friendships, and unspoken communications.

Drawing Flowers

This is a fic I wrote to celebrate @kuddle-cakes ‘s birthday!! A month ago u.u

I hope you like it baby!! 


Kagome is a tattoo artist in training, and her mentor sends her to practice her art to a special flower shop, that has as owner the grumpiest hanyou she has ever met. Things are not going to be as easy as she thought.

Slightly NSFW at the end, just a little bit to add flavor to it XD

Also in FF.net and Ao3 if you preffer… This is a long one ;D


“Damn you Totosai!” she mumbled under her breath once again.

This was not what she thought that being a Tattoo artist in training would mean. It was the third place Totosai had sent her to practice her drawing. The first had been the zoo, the second had been the park, and now a flower shop.

Kagome thought it was pointless practice. What could she learn there that hadn’t been learnt on the other two assignment. Until that very morning she thought her mentor was going to finally let her work on stencils, finally practice tattooing, but no. Now she had to draw flowers.

After learning animal texture, movements, and light in her other assignments, what was she supposed to learn from this? Flowers were not her style.

The sign in front of her read ‘Petal Pushers’ and she smiled at the name. It was an unique name, and she hoped this also became an unique experience. Why did she sounded sarcastic even in her head?

As soon as she opened the door she was assaulted by the colourful surroundings. She blinked at the beautiful hues she could see.

Her eyes danced around looking for the reason of the kaleidoscopic effect. Soon she found herself staring at the ceiling, that had a few skylight with soft colors, some of them clear, others blue and some others pink or yellow.

A raspy voice sounded behind her. “It’s really special, right?”  She turned to find an old and really short man talking to her with a soft smile on his face, “When he told me he wanted to do that to the ceiling I wasn’t convinced but I let him do it because he was doing it for free.” The man gave her a crooked smile with mischievous eyes, that Kagome couldn’t help to answer with a smile of her own.

“And what is a cute young woman doing in my shop?” He said affably.

Kagome hurriedly bowed before the elder. “I am Totosai’s newest apprentice, Kagome. And he told me I was supposed to come here as part of my training… I guess I’m supposed to draw flowers,” she finished not quite sure about what to say, Totosai hadn’t been clear about it.

The old demon had said, “Go to this store and tell the owner I sent you, draw as much as you can and show me your improvement when you feel like it.” He handed her a piece of paper and went to rest at the back shouting, “After you finish that training you can come back here”.

Now, the other elder was eyeing her intently, as if by staring at her long enough he would be able to answer his unspoken question. Meanwhile she was trying not to fidget.

“Alright, you can stay,” he said with a comforting smile, “just don’t listen to him and try not to fight him too much… He ruins the flowers when he is angry…”

The man turned around waving his hand over his shoulder as he walked to the entrance. “Stay as long as you want today, tomorrow you can sit on the table by the corner. Close the shop when you are done and don’t take any orders. The keys are on the counter. See you in a few days.”

And that was it, he flipped the sign on the door and disappeared.

By the time Kagome understood everything he said, he was gone.

“What a weird man…” she said under her breath.

He was weird but she supposed that any friend of Totosai must be strange to say the least.

She walked around the shop, stopping in front of each kind of flower enough to smell them and touch them. Paying close attention on their texture and how they captured the light. Smiling at how the colors seemed to change as she moved them around in her hands thanks to the colored glass on the ceiling.

Deciding she was going to start with the chinese bellflower, Kagome took the keys and closed the door. Thinking that maybe this was not such a waste of time.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

The sun was bright and the day was comfortably warm as she walked to the Petal Pushers store, ready to start drawing all those beautiful flowers.

She opened the door and a pair of bells chimed; looking around she saw nobody and thought that maybe the weird man had left the place alone again, and she proceeded to settle herself in the table in the corner just like the man had said.

Her sketch pad was out and her favorite pencil in her hand when a loud ‘bang’ sounded around her. Someone had slapped a hand on th–her–table.

Her eyes darted to the side, finding a man standing beside her. She wondered how he managed to walk that close to her without being noticed, but as soon as she looked at his face, two things were clear. One, he was part demon–that explained his stealthiness– and two, he was angry.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He asked as he kept glaring at her.

Kagome blinked, still taken aback by his inexplicable anger that seemed to be specifically towards her. The shock slowly gave way to anger.

“None of your damned business!” She answered as she pushed the hand on the table with her pad, huffing exasperated when it became clear there was no way she was able to move it, even slightly.

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My name is Snake Oil. All those who find me in the wastes will attest - I can cure what ails you… for a price.

I’m thrilled to have finished my Wasteland Weekend barter bag. It began its life as a super simple milsurp medic bag and look at her now! I added in all of the striping, leather work, riveting, stenciling, distressing and blood spattering. At some point before WW I’ll add in my stamped barter patches to the back wall of the display area. I can’t wait to see her in action at Wasteland!
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Stencils don’t work on fruits, so all these practise tattoos are freehand ✋🏼 I did use a design I made earlier as reference though! ✨

Back in the day with @janaundjs in Roeselare, when we were young and fierce 😉 @Regrann from @bjornvanpoucke - Throwback Thursday to 2014 when I invited the French-Austrian @janaundjs to paint a stenciled work in Roeselare #tbt #stencilart #streetart #streetphotography #buildinggraffiti #graffitiart #art #streetart #handmade #instagraffiti #street #graff #animation #urban #wallart #spraypaint #aerosol #spray #wall #mural #murals #painting #arte #color #streetartistry #artist #grafiti #urbano #rue https://www.instagram.com/p/BT95Yl8Ds_O/

cindyfelicia  asked:

hi! what is the croissantroversy? :O no no wait my actual question is how do you guys make the patterns on the sourdough bread I want to know for reasons.. secret baking reasons

it is a joking reference to a conversation mostly on @wellntruly‘s blog about divisive opinions on various baked goods (if i’m remembering correctly mostly about cupcakes being very overrated)

with stencils!  on the loaf just before you bake it, put down the stencil and dust it lightly with flour, and then carefully remove the stencil.  once you bake it the pattern will stay!  ours are hand-made and extremely gorgeous, but the same principle would probably work with stencils that you could buy!

Starting another cosplay. Why do I do this to myself. Anyway it’s a Matt Miller of saints row 3. Here you can see me testing a stencil for painting the jacket. Didn’t go to well so I outlined the cut out part of the stencil. Worked out pretty well. So guess I’ll be doing that when I get the paint for the jacket. Enjoy. Also I know the deckers symbol is blue. I just don’t have blue. This is just a test.

A few years ago my street artist pal Posterchild had a website where he posted his stencil work.  I hosted it for him and acted in some ways as his public face, since he had to stay anonymous.  

In 2009, he did a series of images of native astronauts, challenging the hurtful and racist assumption you too often see, where the First Nations are considered to a people of the past who don’t have a role in modern society.  That’s obviously bullshit, and he was trying to express that.  After they went up he got this email from Jenwa:

I watched your talk with some art students recently and I really enjoyed it. I go to your site because you show me some things I can’t find in Winnipeg. I like to ‘watch’ graffiti and yours is pretty interesting. I always liked your series of astronauts and especially the Native American ones. I even got the hoody and I think I sent you an e-mail about how pleased I was with it. 

Anyways, while I thought the series was awesome I never really knew there were as much to them as you described in your lecture. I figured you had some meaning behind them but you talked about it exceptionally well in this instance. I guess what you had to say revealed a few insights of my own and now I have a deeper connection with the series. 

As a Métis person who aspires to be a doctor, I feel about as ridiculous as your native astronaut. In fact, I don’t talk about this goal with people I know anymore because they feel the same way and feel I’m wasting my time. 

Maybe thankfully, I’m very fair despite being Chilean and native. In a sense, I’m granted a sort of anonymity so long as people aren’t aware of my heritage. I could be Italian… Some people think I’m Asian. I’m still confused as to if I should stop representing myself as my heritage couldn’t and let people assume or if I should stay firm. 

In any event, I have a new way to approach this. So, there is my personal connection to this. I was hoping to send something to you though. I work in a perfumery where we make a blend of sacred essential oils called Ishi. It’s inspired by the last Indian named Ishi and I would say it is like the rain that takes off my helmet. I was hoping to share it with you and send you a vial as thanks for giving me this realization.

Post wrote back:

I’m very glad you connected to the astronaut images and the talk I gave about them. For what it’s worth, I found your story inspiring. I do get alot of emails, and I rarely answer quickly, but I try to answer them all, and I read them all right away.

As soon as I read your email a few days ago, I began thinking of images! I decided on combining the “native” costumes available with the doctor costumes I could find. Not surprisingly, I only found 3 doctors costumes for women! The rest were nurses.

So I’m going to make all three. I’ve attached a photo of the drawing (on the right, the one on the left is something else) of the only female doctor costume that wasn’t “sexy”.  I haven’t yet had time to draw or cut the others. But with your blessing, I’d like to publish your great email on my site when I do put these up.

I hope you’re willing, and I hope your well!

She was down, they exchanged gifts, and when Post cut that stencil and put it up in Toronto…

…he made a special print just for her.

Though Posterchild’s site is now gone, Jenwa’s stayed in touch with him through me.  In 2015 she posted this on Twitter:

It’s been 7 years since Posterchild made me this painting. Next Spring, I get my MD. Just an update. 

That was last year, and in a little over an hour, Jenwa’s graduating.  She’s becoming a family medicine doctor.  I’m going to watch, and you can too: they’re streaming it online

You guys, I know Posterchild only had the tiniest role in this.  And my role was even tinier.  But to see art touch someone like this, to watch anyone set a goal so hard and realize it so expertly… I’ve got tears in my eyes.

I’m cheering for Jenwa.