Drawing FAQEDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil DrawingsQ. Can I ask you a quick question?A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
A rant on 'professional' elitismI haven't submitted a journal entry to dA in almost a year. I had art block, and I've been very ill. For like, six months at a time. But I seem to be drawing now. So here I am. Submitting this as a journal instead of news article because I don't particularly want a bazillion people flaming me. I've pieced this together from conversations with people on twitter ( https://twitter.com/crimefish ).I'd like to bitch about elitism. So here goes. "I should know, I'm a professional."Yes. And I should know because I work out of love for my craft, not for money. One is not innately better than the other! I can't count how many times I've seen some bonehead say someone is creating art 'wrong', and justify it with "I should know. I'm a professional." Really? REALLY? Do you know what the word means? At bare minimum, it means someone is dumb enough to pay you to draw. On its own, having professional status does not mean you know any better than I do. Being a professional
StrengthKeep your head down.Don't speak.Maybe the monsters won't find you.Start walking,don't make eye contact.Hopefully they won't see you.Don't show emotion.Try not to cry.That will just encourage them.Don't jump.Don't cut.Don't bleed.They don't deserve your agony.Don't blink.Don't react.Just breathe.
Attention Whore Attention whore. That's what you call me. Am I really? I'm usually the one girl who sits quietly in the back of the classroom, and rarely participates in public. I'm the one who hates to be on the spotlight with questions, who cries silently when someone berates her. I hardly ever ask for anything, but for you to listen when I feel like talking. Whether it be serious or not, a pair of loyal ears is a good thing to have. And you. You started to pull me out of that hellish shell I locked myself in years ago. I loved you. You loved me. We were happy, being the only two peas in a humongous pod. I let you take whatever you wanted of me, and I didn't ask for much in return. I didn't need your body or materials. I just wanted a space in your heart, that secluded place no one had ever seen before. I thought I was se