Art (as in visual art)
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Here's a few shots.
First is a photo of my nephew, he was about an hour old and had his entire hand wrapped around my sisters finger.
2nd is Mt. St. Helens during a Steam eruption a few years back.
3rd is a small stream at Paradise Mt. Rainier National Park.
4th is a buck in velvet at Sunrise Mt. Rainier National Park.
First is a photo of my nephew, he was about an hour old and had his entire hand wrapped around my sisters finger.
2nd is Mt. St. Helens during a Steam eruption a few years back.
3rd is a small stream at Paradise Mt. Rainier National Park.
4th is a buck in velvet at Sunrise Mt. Rainier National Park.
Marko said:Nice, there are some very talented and creative people here!!!
hannaugh said:
I have a good eye for detail, but when I draw, everything is out of proportion:tard:
drawing is like playing piano or tennis, it is a skill learned through repetition. anyone can learn to do it, it's what you do with it that counts.
If everything is out of proportion, then you ain't lookin' hard enough. The easiest way to start is to work from photos or other drawings and constantly check that things are where they are supposed to be. If my students are having a problem and they can't figure out what is wrong with the face they are drawing, I have them take a ruler and start measuring things in the drawing and compare it to the original. Sometimes we even put it on a light table or we trace the original and lay it over their drawing so they can see where they messed up. Then we say "Ah ha! This person's eye is actually 1/2" larger than you made it in the drawing." If you check your work often as you go along, you're less likely to have it look weird when you are done.
http://efuclan.com/konodel/rev1/
That's my current project. Ongoing, of course, and can anyone who's really good at CSS or Javascript send me a message?
That's my current project. Ongoing, of course, and can anyone who's really good at CSS or Javascript send me a message?
Wow you all are inspiring me! Your creations remind me that there is hope. Some breaths are clean. I can see color amidst the pointlessness...I'm sorry...
I am the cliché of an artist crushed by the empty clacking of keys on a keyboard, beeping of the card swipe machine. I'm defeated by my own laziness, disguised as low ability, disguised as shame. My specialty is blaming smiling faces for my own inability to act. I can find falseness in their eyes and when I cannot, I imagine it; carefully hold it in the hidden places behind my smile, nursing it in my mouth, festering till the right time. I pretend to love making good people feel bad, feel doubt, feel shame...Imagine it...the useless confusion...
The turnstile unlocking is actually locking me in...every imaginable and un-imaginable aspect of my performance is measured and critiqued. I am metrics, my life digitized to prevent any actual human contact. My spine warped in scoliotic atrophy. Entwined by climbing tendrils of telephone wire.
Ridiculous
Ridiculousness.
Aww, it aint that bad. Steady work. Easy and brainless, boring and stressful. As they say at the end of Office Space, "It's work."
Anyway...Work has killed my imagination.
People like you fine artists remind me that it IS possible to make wonderful things.
Thank you. This thread made my day!
I am the cliché of an artist crushed by the empty clacking of keys on a keyboard, beeping of the card swipe machine. I'm defeated by my own laziness, disguised as low ability, disguised as shame. My specialty is blaming smiling faces for my own inability to act. I can find falseness in their eyes and when I cannot, I imagine it; carefully hold it in the hidden places behind my smile, nursing it in my mouth, festering till the right time. I pretend to love making good people feel bad, feel doubt, feel shame...Imagine it...the useless confusion...
The turnstile unlocking is actually locking me in...every imaginable and un-imaginable aspect of my performance is measured and critiqued. I am metrics, my life digitized to prevent any actual human contact. My spine warped in scoliotic atrophy. Entwined by climbing tendrils of telephone wire.
Ridiculous
Ridiculousness.
Aww, it aint that bad. Steady work. Easy and brainless, boring and stressful. As they say at the end of Office Space, "It's work."
Anyway...Work has killed my imagination.
People like you fine artists remind me that it IS possible to make wonderful things.
Thank you. This thread made my day!
