why do i never take time to draw for you

Super belated since I am the slowest artist, but I wanted to join the hype train truck and make a ClusterTruck themed drawing celebrating @therealjacksepticeye reaching 13 million subs on Youtube. Congrats from a newish subscriber! Keep doing you, dude. :)

I’m imagining the community partying in all of the trucks, interacting with each other on the inside or just watching and cheering on the smol Irishman running on truck tops. :D

anonymous asked:

So, in your 'how to develop an own style' post, you said it is important to just analyze other artists' work, but not to copy. May I ask why? I've been told I should copy a lot but analyze what I am doing at the same time.

Because when I hear “own style” I don’t usually interpret it as “a copy of someone else’s style”.

It’s far too easy to start drawing in a pre-existing style and then never quit. For example, take the artists who draw anime or Disney style; while them using a pre-existing style doesn’t necessarily take down the quality of their art, they will always be ‘the person that draws in Disney style’ as opposed to ‘the person with their own recognisable style’.

There’s nothing bad about this, as there are many people who would’ve preferred having their character drawn in a style that looks like their favourite show’s style - but my post was about making your OWN style.

You can analyse and sample another person’s style and still end up with something original and recognisable.

For example, one of the artists that influenced my early style development was my friend @owlygem and yet if you compare our styles they are very distinctly different. Owly’s style was inspired by Osamu Tezuka, and knowing this fact you can make a vague connection to this inspiration, but her style as it is now is, again, drastically different from Tezuka’s style.

So looking at Tezuka, Owly and me, you have three different, recognisable styles as opposed to three Tezukas, because Owly didn’t copy Tezuka and I didn’t copy Owly.

It doesn’t end there either; Tezuka was greatly inspired by Bambi, and yet his style barely, if at all, resembles Disney style. He took the aspects he liked about Disney (big eyes, cute features) and applied them to his own style. Owly did the same, and so did I.

Look at these happy boys and how different they are, despite every next one being inspired by the style of the previous one.


EDIT: this is the post anon is talking about btw

Breaking the Glass

Patater-

“Babe.”

“Mm.”

Kent doesn’t say anything for a minute.  His mouth is occupied with tasting the skin over Alexei’s collarbone.  It’s not sexy, really.  Not now.  He’s sated, and bone-tired, and the arms round him are warm and heavy.  His eyes are half closed as he mouths at his fiance’s skin.

“Babe.”

Alexei doesn’t answer verbally this time, but draws sluggish fingers through Kent’s hair, mussing his cowlicks more than usual.

“I don’t want to break the glass.”

Alexei shifts, slightly to the side, then tilts his head down to look at Kent.  “Why?”

“I don’t…”  Kent doesn’t really know how to explain it.  He tries to express himself as best he can, but he’s never really been good at it.  “Do you ever get tired of everything we get having to be surrounded by misery?  My mom…”  He stops and takes a breath because he loves his mother.  She did her best by him, but sometimes it was so fucking hard, and sometimes he swears she’s only really content when everything in her life is terrible.  “I spent so many years being unhappy, Alyosha.  Everything was so fucked for so long.”

“Okay,” Alexei says softly, in that way he’s letting Kent know he can keep talking until he gets it all out.

“I met you, and this is the first fucking time that loving someone doesn’t feel like I’m walking on shards of glass.  I want…I want…”  He stops and pushes his face hard against Alexei’s shoulder, and his eyes squeeze shut.  “I don’t want to think about being shattered apart.  I don’t want our wedding to represent destruction.  Of anything.  I want one fucking day where it’s about us, and love, and being happy for the first time in my life.  I know it’s not about that.  I know it’s not…it’s meant to celebrate being rejoined but…”

“Kenny,” Alexei breathes, and Kent stops talking.  He shifts, and Alexei moves so he can cup Kent’s cheek with one, massive hand.  His thumb brushes a constellation of freckles just under Kent’s left eye.  “Is okay.  I’m understand, and want you to be happy.  This being our day, Kent.  Mine, yours.  You not want, is okay.  We not have.”

“My mother’s going to be so pissed,” Kent murmurs, and tucks himself deeper into the embrace because he knows that compromising certain traditions is going to be hell.  She’ll be angry, but smile through it and he’ll have to weather a tsunami of passive-aggressive bullshit for months to come.  If not years.  If they have a kid, she’ll send snarky messages about, ‘What traditions are you going to ignore for the birth?  Are you going to raise this child as a child of G-d, Kent?  Have you been keeping the Shabbat at all?’

But he supposes she’d do it anyway, whether or not they follow every goddamn ceremony to the T.  Because she really only knows how to love him like this.  She only knows how to drag people down with her, into her well of unhappiness.  And he’s accepted that for years now.

“Is okay.  I’m be there with you.  Our day, Kenny.  Want you smiling, no frown.”  Alexei runs his thumb across Kent’s bottom lip before he leans in and kisses him, slow and sweet.  “No breaking glass.”

“Okay,” Kent says, and he breathes, and feels lighter and calmer than he did before.  He hadn’t realised how much it was weighing on him.  He knew how fucking lucky he was to find Alexei, and he doesn’t need to smash a glass to be reminded that he knows he was shattered apart.  He doesn’t want to celebrate that, and he thinks maybe G-d would understand.

Alexei does, at least, and ultimately that’s what matters most.  Right now, anyway.

He lets himself smile after a minute, after his shoulders unclench and his hand moves up to brush a lock of hair from Alexei’s forehead.  “I fucking love you, babe.”

“Yes,” Alexei said, his brow furrowed and serious.  “I’m know this.  Because I’m best.”

Kent laughs, feeling stupid and giddy and fucking wonderful.  He nestles in.  “Yeah babe.  Yeah you really are.”

Why on earth do you draw shooting stars all the time?“ He asked, his fingers running over the dark shape against the page.

I smiled, “Somedays are harder than others, the clouds in my mind like to wander and rain. So when I wake up, I make a wish. Some days it’s love, some days it’s happiness, some days it’s simply a sunny day. And than I draw the shooting star.Why sit and ponder life when you can take it in your hands, grasp it tight, and never let go?”

I looked down, embarrassed.

“Why sit and wait, when you can make your own wishes come true.

—  When you wish upon a star
Rora

TO BE CONTINUED! I’m sorry again for the delay. But here’s a list of reasons why it took so long. Despite being essentially bullied into making this new page, I still had fun drawing it. And I even livestreamed it. :’) it took 5 HOURS AND 44 MINUTES TO FINISH THIS. I never want to hear anyone complain that it takes me too long to update ever again. I’ll try to update more often but I can’t make any promises when school starts up again. The comic isn’t over yet, btw. There will be a few more parts. Until next time, 

DO NOT REPOST OR EDIT, REBLOGGING IS FINE/ENCOURAGED. I will report you for reposting. 

Thanks for all the support, those of you who don’t bully me and steal my art. Have a good night! 

*ALSO- You pronounce her name “Roar-uh” as in “Aurora”.


Part 1: Ready or Not
Part 2: Welcome to Motherhood
Part 3: It’s a Surprise
Part 4: Trial of the Trimesters
Part 5: Safe and Sound
Part 6: Wish you were Here
Part 7: Celebration
Part 8: Preparing the Nest
Part 9: Fears
Part 10: Fears Calmed
Part 11: An Omen
Part 12: No Choice
Part 13: Pulse
Part 14: Vulnerability
Part 15: It’s time
Part 16: Admission
Part 17: Problications
Part 18: A Husband’s Worry
Part 19: Arrival
Part 20: – 
Part 21: Coming Soon!

Why I don’t take commissions

I get asked about them maybe 2-3 times a month, so I thought I would elaborate a little more on why I don’t.

Basically I’m a very leisurely artist both when I’m actively drawing, and in the amount of time it takes to complete something in general. I take my time because I’m a perfectionist with certain details and can easily lose 45 minutes nitpicking. A side-effect of that is that I get irritated easily and have to put drawings aside for later, sometimes months later (or never :3), because it’s hard to work when all you want is to do is move the file to the recycle bin; a feeling that’s compounded by the anxiety of a deadline and not wanting to disappoint a client. 

Start to finish my last bust took maybe 5-6 hours over the course of three days. Following the min $15/hr rule, that’s $75-$90 for a bust. That’s a lot of money for people nowadays. That’s a lot of money when you consider I might have to put the drawing aside for 6 months before I can look at it again because I’ve managed to stress myself out about some inane detail that got on my nerves.

When I’m drawing I’m either at my calmest or my most neurotic, and in the interest of other people’s trust and my reputation, I’ve decided to take a financial bullet and not do paid work, much as I’d occasionally like to.

I don’t know why I got so emotional today. But when it hit me that so many of you wouldn’t even be here had I not decided to continue drawing, I almost cried. But it was because of some people, both on this site, and some off, that I kept going. Drawing ponies and posting them on a blog feels a little silly sometimes, but when I see all of you liking and enjoying my work, it makes me so incredibly happy. I love having all of you taking time out of your day to view what I do, and appreciate it.

I would never have made it without a few people, though.

@askprosecutie was a blog that I instantly fell in love with. The art style absolutely inspired me, and the characters were so well developed. They were my very first follower. The mod quickly became a close friend of mine, and even though we haven’t talked for a while, I’m still so happy to have them as a friend.

@chippedtune was a blog that was another early follower of mine, but the mod is a person that I have only recently become friends with. Not only are their art style and characters amazing, but they are absolutely lovely, give good advice, and have become a sibling to me.

@askneonflight is another blog that is very close to my heart. The mod is such an inspiring and comforting person, helping me through panic attacks, and aiding me with their advice. Their characters are so colorful and diverse, and they are someone I look up to very much.

@ask-the-french-olive has always been a delightful ray of sunshine, with adorably sweet characters, a wholesome story, and bright color palettes. Their soft style never fails to cheer me up, and I hope to become closer friends with them. Their style encouraged me to try different and new body types, and despite this still being a challenge for me, I welcome it with open arms.

@askstarlightsong has a mod with a heart of gold. They have a wonderfully streamlined style, elegant characters, and a sweet personality. They manage to capture so much in a single profile, and it’s incredible to see their finished work. It has been my pleasure to speak with them, as well as befriend them.

@wingspiral has become a pillar of hope in my life, with extremely relatable storylines, characters, and events. Their storytelling is something that I can only dream of achieving, but I will continue to work on bettering myself. I haven’t been able to read the story as of late, but in moments where I needed it most, the comforting dynamics of their characters reminded me that good is still out there.

There are hundreds of other creators out there that have inspired my art, work ethic, and goals. Many of you viewing this have brought joy into my life, perhaps even without you knowing.

Thank you.

“The glory days of the Doctor and Clara” or as I like to call it, the time when I have never before seen and felt such dread and anxiety over fiction in my life.

~a trash can never looked that beautiful~ @phantheraglama

I know i’m late, but last night i was lurking in the last 15 pages of your blog… Like always (im sorry, im so weird) and after seeing your selfie -FINALLY WE KNOW YOUR FACE YAY- i had to draw you :)

You are one of my absolute favorites phan bloggers here and i really appreciate how much time you take in this blog, doing your best answering anons and cheering people up with your art.

As this is your selfie, i would understand if you want me to delete this post :)

-Btw your answer to the hate anon was savage, i want that printed out yo-