to cover up my lack of artings

anstarx  asked:

Hi! Just want to say that your poses are super helpful! I actually want to ask about your background setting- How do you get a clean background (white paper? White wall?) like that? Also the lighting, did you use natural lighting since I struggled to get a good lighting when I take reference pictures.

Oh dude, you wouldn’t believe how bad my setup is. ^_^;  I’m hoping maybe someday if I can manage the funds, I can put together a better setup with more flexible lighting options, a turntable, props, and maybe even a better camera.

Right now, I’m using a folded piece of bristol board as a base and backdrop, a basic floor lamp with two daylight CFL bulbs, and the camera in my iPhone 5s.  I position or tilt the floor lamp until I get roughly the results I want.  It’s a pretty low budget operation.

But what I lack in a professional setup and photography skills, I make up for in Photoshop skills! :D  I’m an illustrator/comic person, and I do art in Photoshop for a living.  I use the Curves tool to balance out the lights and darks and remove color casts.  If you don’t have Photoshop, most art programs these days have some sort of equivalent.

Here’s a before and after:

In this case, I also edited out some props and composited a second photo of Orange-kun’s tape-covered foot.  I always note in my post whether or not something’s been edited, so people can know what’s actually doable with these figures and what isn’t.

So I hope that answers your question!  If anyone wants more info on how to use Photoshop curves, let me know.

(and btw, a new pose is coming up in a couple hours!)


So I got bored and decided to redraw the Up To This Point cover art coz Rhett’s shoulders bothered me a lot lmao with a bonus “updated” version!!! Took me an entire day even though it could be done in 2h smh anyways still not used to drawing fetus Rhett and Link so uh

anonymous asked:

Love the LLSHP cover fic, but instead of Yoshi, DiaRiko feel like the main characters, because of the size and their centre position hehe.. Sorry if I offended you :))

Ofc not Anon! In fact, I need feedback like yours since, how else would I know how I’m doing? Need that for my esp writings please

As for the cover art, I actually didn’t see it that way until you pointed out. I just had the idea of a stereotypical poster(?) where the MC is a small but fullbody figure in the middle at the bottom with the antagonists/support characters’ headshots at the top. I didn’t want to separate yoshimaruby, so I ended up sketching them like that at the front; as the two support characters with most screentime, DiaRiko got the top bit.

Now that you’ve pointed out, I can’t unsee LOL #bad misfortune comes with being fallen angel #yoshiko really is the main character!!

cosmiczigzag  asked:

You're allowed to do whatever you want with your blog, such as adding different characters. Don't worry about what other people think, many more will support you(including me)~

see thats what ive been thinking?? but it just looks… so jarring

like i use gratuitous color to cover up my shit lineart and it really shows without it

like compare this drawing

complete with color, looks nice, yeah?

to this one that lack color

and since the dailyspheal art style kind of lacks substantial color like im used to and foregoes colored outlines for a bold, black one its hard to cover up the messy lines i keep with my regular art and side by side with beau’s simple, easy on the eyes style i feel like it not… up to par?

anonymous asked:

God, the Sarima/Elphaba art for this chapter is SO. BEAUTIFUL. HELP ME. Also, my lack of memory for english vocabulary made me completely forget what's the name for that specific art (it would be "portada" in spanish, I believe), BUT I REALLY LOVE IT. I'll probably end up starting a collection.

It’s a cover page! :> Glad you like it, I am v happy w/ how this chapters art came out in general

I was cleaning my  work space out and I found in my sketch book draw (I try to be organized) a few old drawings I made a few years ago. A few were Title Covers for a manga series of a super hero I made up when I was a little girl.I wanted to write but I gave up due to lack of time, and hating how the story was coming out. Maybe I should make this into an internet comic? What do you guys think, would you guys read it?


Combining Wintersong’s book cover (by S. Jae-Jones) with its sequel’s cover (Shadowsong) and bits of a previous fanart (The End of the Beginning)~

Had this epic painterly image in my head.
Not sure what happened.
That’s a lie; Lack of skill. 

Not finished, but I ended up with too many layers for my low hardware specs to fluidly handle, and I wasn’t willing to merge them so each save took an eternity with my cursor frozen on the screen… *rambles on and on* …here’s what’s I would have liked to further do if I had not lost my patience:
- Add 2 more trees for a total of 12 to match Goblin Grove
- Fix tree branches
- Do a better job of Goblin King’s mirrored home/abbey and Liesl’s village
- Stick Goblin King’s violin in the snowglobe…somewhere
- Stick Liesl’s music sheets (flying?) somewhere somehow too
- Add fallen rose petals somewhere somehow
- Cure my sparkle obsession

Um, this is why I kept going overboard with the sparkles…

So purdy looking… (100% zoom) *can’t resist the prettiness*


Finally, a project I’d been widdling away at for the last month is finally done. What I do with said project I don’t know, but this is the end result. I love Undertale so much, and I love the alternate Universes. especially the ones like @dreemurr-reborn .This, isn’t so much an AU though, this is more of “what if the guys decided to sit down, and play an RPG together”. This is the end result of that train of thought. Though maybe I could turn it into a short comic series or, maybe more. Who knows. 

Before you ask, the reason why Alphys herself isn’t present, because of all of the main friends, who would be the one best suited to actually run an RPG? The nerdiest and most analytical of course! So I started working on a mock up cover of an Undertale RPG, which I’ve dubbed “over & under lands”. I added the monster kid, mostly to fill out the spacing, and the group needed a thief character. 

As I said, will I do anything with the project? I dunno, maybe if I find enough support for the idea, A bit of raw Determination! Been lacking in it for quite some time. Either a comic, or perhaps if people who can actually make an RPG system would like to come up with ideas that’d be fun.

Theme of the Month: The Splendor of Axum

Axum, an ancient city state located in Ethiopia, holds the status of a glorified footnote in contemporary Medieval scholarship.

A powerful sub-Saharan civilization swept into oblivion by modern prejudices, merited only for adopting Christianity at a relatively early date (4th c).

For the month of August, I’m going to examine the various material remnants of the Axumite Empire and its legacy in the Ethiopian Orthodox Church.

Destruction caused by raids and economic decline has left the quantity of book and icon painting to be lacking during the period covered in this blog, so I’m going to make an exception and include works up until the 17th century so as to illustrate the vibrant breadth of Ethiopian ecclesiastical art.

map of the Axumite Empire:

***I wrote a research paper on the genre of Ethiopian battle paintings in the 20th century, and that is about the extent of my expertise on Ethiopian art. If anyone would like to contribute/correct my errors, they would be most welcome to do so!***


It’s been so long since I drew Mia in her bike úvu;; sorry for the potato bike. I tried to cover it up by making it more Vuvalini-y or something, like in that other illustration I’d made of her a while ago.

Also my buddy @neonavengers on twitter is doing a playthrough of Fallout 4 with a character they modelled after Mia and I am loving it more than words can explain so I used it as inspiration for her outfit. 

You can tell I kinda gave up on the shading but whatever. Enjoy.


Phantom of the Opera first editions, take three.

So a few weeks ago, I found this little French bookseller on ABE Books that was selling a paperback copy of Gaston Leroux’s Le Fantôme de l'Opéra. They listed Lafitte as the publisher, which immediately piqued my interest, but I had no idea what to expect, since they didn’t include a photograph. The book was only about $100, so I figured it might be a later edition or something. I really had no idea what to expect, but on the other hand, the price was so low, I simply couldn’t pass it up.

BUT I GOT IT TODAY AND IT IS A FIRST PAPERBACK EDITION! From 1910! With the cover art! I got the package earlier this afternoon, and I’ve been royally freaking out since. I mean, the whole deal. Happy dancing around my house and making funny squeaking noises. Just in case you wanted to know, that’s what I do when I’m excited; I behave like a small dog.

I still can’t quite believe it’s real. I have no idea how long it was listed online. I can only assume that the low price and lack of pictures in the description turned some people off. Because, this book should sell for … a lot more. Maybe it’s because the French don’t pay as much attention to Phantom…? Like if it were a first edition of Le Mystère de la chambre jaune, maybe they would have included pictures and listed it for more? I don’t even know.

Anyway, I wanted to share this with everybody. I’m just … overwhelmed.


Idk, I felt like drawing these two as if they were on the cover of one of those stereotypical action films, the ones with the heroine swooning over the hero while explosions go off in the background. Unfortunately, I ended up liking the sketch more than the final product. Oh well  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"More Than This" - Niall Mini Series (Part Three)

(Refresh your memory with part one & two…)

           Tucking my iPhone neatly beneath the pillow under my head, with just a sliver of the sleek metal still visible to me, I took in a calming breath. In through my nose, and out through my mouth, in through my nose, and out through my mouth.

          I had yet to wrap my head around the fact that the Niall Horan had just followed me on Twitter, when a faint ping quietly filled my room, and Niall’s twitter handle appeared on the glossy screen before my eyes. The brightness of the screen shrouded my face in light as I swiped the unlock button and reopened to the Twitter app. I was greeted by two unread messages, sending my heart skyrocketing in a backflip. My fingers seemed incompetent as I hurriedly tapped the screen to read what he’d sent me. Eyes scanning at speed-reading pace I examined the first line, a smile spreading like wildfire across my face. I knew I must be blushing, and suddenly became all too thankful for the inky darkness surrounding my bedroom at three in the morning.

           His words scrolled through my mind, etching them selves upon my heart as I reread them at least a dozen more times.

@NiallOfficial: The pleasure was all mine, love. Been searchin the internet fer ya. Ya cant know how happy I am to finally have found ya.  

            As if that first message hadn’t already gotten my blood pumping, and my heart flailing, he’d sent a second message not even a second later. His words all but stopping my heart in an instant as I read on. 

@NiallOfficial: Running into ya that night backstage is all I’ve been thinkin bout for the past 3 months.

            “He’s thought about me?” I asked the empty silence encompassing me, grinning like an idiot at the cell phone still clutched in my grasp. I gulped in another steadying breath, forming a semi-coherent reply in my head, before typing a quick message back to him.

@Brynnysj: All good thoughts I hope… ;)

            I nervously chewed my bottom lip, staring anxiously at the screen, just hoping he’d be sitting somewhere right now as he feverishly typed back to me. No more than a minute had passed before another ping sounded and a message appeared before my eyes.

@NiallOfficial: Only the best ! :)

            This time my palms became sweaty, hands trembling slightly as a flock of butterflies settled their way deep into my abdomen. I had a million different thoughts all floating around in my brain, each fighting for dominance over my full attention. Part of me was telling myself not to freak out, that this was all some fabulous, yet lavish dream that I was bound to awaken from at any moment. Or perhaps Niall was only being cordial, out of politeness, and a good, moral upbringing. But then, there was this other half of me; the half that grew up believing in fairytales, and happily ever after’s. The girl that wholeheartedly believed that love at first sight wasn’t just a myth, and dreams really did come true. And all I really wanted was to listen to that side of my brain.

            Shifting in bed, I rolled onto my side on the plush mattress, my cell phone still gripped in my sweaty palm when, Ping!   

@NiallOfficial: So how was yer day ?

          I smiled to myself, eyes crinkling at the edges as I fought to keep my composure and quickly responded.

@Brynnysj: Well its like 3am here and im lying in bed talking to some Irish dude

@NiallOfficial: Oh yeh ? Is he a good lookin lad ? ;)

I chuckled out loud in my quiet bedroom, flipping once more on my bed, so that I was flat on my back. Fingers poised over the digital keyboard, I slowly formed a somewhat cheeky remark. 

@Brynnysj: Eh… hes alright ;P

           His response came instantaneously.

@NiallOfficial: Hahaha !!

@NiallOfficial: Wait , yeh said 3 am ?

A silent smirk curled the corners of my lips. I already loved how easily his brain seemed to flip from total, carefree laughter, to sudden, composed seriousness. I wrote back:

@Brynnysj: Yeah I live in America

@Brynnysj: Remember?

I held my breath, and desperately hoped that he would.


@NiallOfficial: How could I forget ;)

Needless to say, I spent the rest of that morning, lying awake with my eyes trained to the ceiling, and my stomach performing a series of acrobatics. How had this happened? Could this all actually be real? Did I really just have a conversation with Niall Horan? My mind was a blur, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pry the goofy smile from my face.

            An obnoxious beeping sounded from the cell phone left abandoned atop the covers just above my stomach, prying me from my dizzying daydreams of the beautifully blue-eyed boy. Silencing the alarm I happily swung my legs from within the warm embrace of my bed sheets. Despite the lack of sleep gained, my body felt serenely light and prepared to greet the day.

            My day proceeded as any average Tuesday of college classes would, wrapping up just before four in the afternoon, with my art history course. Being a photography major had its perks, filling my days with new camera techniques, and a constant need to carry my camera everywhere I went. That was what I loved most about photography. The ability to capture any moment in time, no matter how brief, allowing ones self to revel in their beauty over and over again.

            As I exited the brick covered building, I smiled politely, and nodded a thank you to a passerby for kindly holding the door open for me. My arms were loaded with my black Nikon camera, my leather camera bag, and a portfolio full of my recent prints. My schoolbag was slung over one shoulder, while my handbag hung from the crook of my opposite arm, slightly inhibiting my arm movements as everything tangled together in my grasp.

            Approaching the spot where my small black Honda sat in the parking lot, I shuffled my belongings haphazardly into one arm, digging around blindly for my car keys with the other hand. Finally, the cold metal of my key ring came into contact with my fingertips and I yanked them free, hurrying to unlock the doors and shove my school supplies in the backseat.

            Climbing into the driver’s seat, I followed my usual post classes routine. First, I started the car engine, plugged in my iPod and clicked shuffle as I breathed one sigh of relief for another long day completed. Then, I proceeded to check my cell phone for any missed calls or ignored text messages, and that’s when I saw a new tweet alert. Niall’s name was staring me in the face like a glowing neon sign of giddiness and anticipation coursed through my veins as I opened to Twitter.

           It read:

Cant get yeh outta my head !          

            I swear my heart skipped a beat. Could it be…?  “No, don’t get ahead of yourself,” I scolded, muttering under my breath, before locking the phone once more and setting it aside in the cup holder. Buckling my seatbelt, I’d only just clicked it into place, when a quiet, familiar ping was heard over the sound of music pouring through the car speakers.

            A new direct message sat waiting for my eyes to read its words, and I wasn’t about to ignore such blatant calls for attention. So, I opened it, and instantly my heart grew warmer in my chest.   

@NiallOfficial: Hello beautiful ! Hope yer not to tired today ;)

            Maybe his tweet really was about me, after all.

The thought of another night alone was too frightful to imagine so I bought three bunches of chrysanthemums and went out for a little human contact.  

I wish I could muster an overarching message for this post. Some poignant, beautifully phrased comment on the human condition. I wish I could let my brain think that thoroughly right now but I’m denying it that for the moment. Thinking leads to over-thinking which leads to thinking the worst these days. I’m simply a body with a pair of eyes- observing and writing what I see and feel. 

As I stepped on my crate, I suddenly realized the extent of my exhaustion. For the last few weeks, my mind had distracted away from the lack of it’s lack of food and sleep but now I felt every tremor. My eyes were dry and no match for the cold wind assaulting them. Thankfully, it began to rain after a few minutes of agony, I decided I could get down for a minute and find some cover. 

As I set up amongst a huddled mass of people seeking refuge out the front of the art gallery, a man walked towards me, watching me closely. He was dressed in some kind of ancient fleece, thongs, and appeared not to have washed in a substantial time. After I greeted him, he reached into his pocket and presented me with a crisp $100 bill.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“I’m giving it to you.”

“But why?”

“I don’t know.”

We stood like that for a few moments- him clasping more than a week’s worth of my rent in his right hand which he seemed more than happy to part with. Still, I found the whole situation extremely troubling.

“I think you should save it for a rainy day. Another rainy day I mean, ha.”

I immediately regretted my feeble, panicked attempt at humour.   He smiled vaguely into my eyes and shuffled off in his sodden, filthy shoes. 

Little did I know that in an hour, I would find my phone drowned in the puddle that had swelled beneath me as I statued. I didn’t realize I’d spend the next week a wreck, unable to connect any dots or make sense of where I find myself these days. All I know is I’m alive and I’m writing and waiting. Why? I don’t know.