Sketchblog and Updates(Source: iuiuiulia)
Some people have been asking about my painting process.
So, I was thinking, if enough people are interested I could set up a live stream? And we can chat and you guys can watch how I work (it’s just going to be a live stream of my monitor, if that changes anything).
Let me know if you’re interested. I’ll probably have time for the live stream this weekend, so let me know and I can work on getting things set up and whatnot. :)
And if more people want it I won’t feel weird about letting people watch me paint and back out of it in blind panic.
The Ritual
She owned a bottle of red nail polish. It was an impossible shade, the type of red one only saw behind closed eyelids while staring at the sun. The nail polish, like all makeup, wasn’t even a luxury anymore. It was sheer stupidity, a waste of priceless time when one could be cleaning their weapons or tending to wounds.
He always sat in front of her, folded up on the ground as she hummed and dragged acrylic over her nails. Her hands were only steady when gripping the metal of a gun. Now, they swept shakily, spreading accidental red over her skin.
He couldn’t remember when it had begun. One day, before they had to head out to look for food, she had flourished the small bottle and dropped to the floor. He’d scoffed then, as he did every time since, and turned away to grab a needle and floss. Within seconds he was forced to turn back, glaring at her as he fought back a cough from the miasma the small bottle was producing. She’d sat on the floor of the dingy cellar, in the center of the only spill of light that came through, oblivious to everything.
She did this again and again, always before they had to shoulder their rifles and bags. Eventually, he would join her. Would drop in front of her, always in front, propped upright by the smell of polish and the insanity around him. She never talked, but he’d mutter about movies and books and things long since killed. When they were lucky, he’d forget about the crumbling buildings and bodies. He never forgot to tell her she was impossible, watching her eyes flash bright and happy for two entire milliseconds every time. Some days it was the most she would say.
He sits alone in the dusty air, twisting the empty bottle shut. He places it on the floor. He stares at the empty space in front of him.
“You’re impossible, you know?”
He grabs his possessions, tucks his life into a backpack, and pads outside to the outrage of sunshine and a clear sky.
What do you guys think? What should I change or make clearer?
Benedict Cumberbatch
I like complementary colors. And Benedict Cumberbatch. So it only makes sense that I combine the two, yes? Yes. So, this happened. Painted for the always amazing Kat as a super late Christmas present (mostly because I suck at prioritizing). Mostly painted while listening to Who Wants to Live Forever by Queen (because why not) and the Sherlock DVD commentary (because jaguar in a cello).
I also included 100% zoomed in details to show how careless I am while painting ~~~
p.s. I personally recommend on clicking the thumbnails, since tumblr crops images a bit. But that’s just me.
Dean Winchester, being silly.
Because I’ve had enough Winchester angst lately to last me a lifetime.Screenshot, ironically, grabbed from S01E12: “Faith”Grids, ladies and gentlemen, are awesome.
Not so awesome when you zoom out only to realize you spent the past half hour sketching in the wrong “box” and you have to restart (hence the sloppy numbering to keep track. Learning curves).
WIP. Might start painting tonight. Need to locate my motivation first. :3
Still debating whether I want to paint this in color or black and white.
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Doodles.
Kind of lacking inspiration/ideas right now. I spent a good ten minutes just drawing squiggles in photoshop.
Sidenote: it is really hard to draw while laying on your stomach in a soft bed. I cannot feel my left arm.
Justin. Work in progress.
Let’s just pretend I know how color works and that I’m somewhat ok at making color schemes.
Trying to see what I can finish by the time new years rolls around.
Castiel from Supernatural.
Rushed on the trench coat, because trench coats are freaking hard to paint.
