Yeah, that’s right. I’m totally obsessed.
Part of me wants to draft one of these babies and paint it in real life, but it would take a long time to do and it could, quite possibly, drive me insane.
It would take less time to do one that is only eight colours like this one. I have to get some larger transfer paper to pull in off, though. Or, tape my current transfer paper together. Hmmm…
I built on yesterdays idea and made this flower out of circles. I not sure about the colours but I saved my “in progress” file, so I can go back and change them if I want to.
Aaahhhhhh!!!! The colours, they burn!
I’ve always been obsessed with symmetry. Circles are food for this obsession, because, no matter which angle you choose, as long as you slice them straight through the middle, both pieces will always match. Same thing with spheres. The only problem is that both are sort of hard to construct in real life, especially spheres. I would like to try and sculpt some, though.
So they’re rebooting Power Rangers.
We used to play “Power Rangers” on the playground at recess in kindergarten. It mostly involved the boys arguing over who got to be the Red Ranger and the girls arguing over who got the Pink Ranger.
And then they introduced the Green Ranger and everyone wanted to be him, because the Dragonzord was AWESOME.
Later on, the Green Ranger became the White Ranger and he wasn’t as cool anymore.
*sniff*
One day, Brontosaurus, awoke in his 5 billion dollar mansion. He pushed aside the 7 scantily-clad theropods strewn across his bed, dressed himself in his finest diamond filament fabric pants and went for a ride in his hobo-drawn carriage. His was a life of luxury.
Being rich and successful, this sexy sauropod was up to his ankles in dames. (The dames were, of course, part of the genus “fruitadens” and, thus, only reached his ankles by piling many on top of each other. That’s a lot o’ dames.) Sometimes he wondered, though, whether his life was actually worthwhile. Maybe it would be better for society if he contributed something to it, other than good looks and illegitimate children.
He decided, that very day, to become a veterinarian so that he could help save the lives of the many sauropods, theropods and ornithopods that were his buddies (dinosaurs were treated by veterinarians because they were animals). He wouldn’t help diplodocuses, though, because diplodocuses were jerks.
His life-changing decision was rendered completely moot, though, because the next day, a meteorite crashed into the Earth. Tonnes of dust was thrown into the air, partially blocking out the sun and making the Earth cooler. Most of the dinosaurs, being cold-blooded, died. Even Brontosaurus, despite his awesomeness, succumbed to the rapidly decreasing temperature. But all the diplodocuses died too, so it wasn’t so bad.
This was all just fantasy, of course. Brontosauruses never existed.
I think that I’ve almost got Photoshop figured out. For one thing, I actually bothered to learn how to use the path tool. I used it to make swirlies!
The colours and positions of the swirls will most likey be different in the finished piece. I’ve just got them like this so that they are easier to see.
I must put food in “mah belleh” now.
“Suspended” now has some lines and some shapes.
The lesson I learned today, about oil paint, was that I either need to wait longer between layers or have more paint on my brush. There was much mixing of the background with the foreground and, thus, swearing.
Don’t worry about that carpet. It was purchased specifically to get dirty.
I finally got around to reinstalling Photoshop. I can now get back to photoshoping Steve Buscemi’s head onto the bodies of goats… And making digital arts. Tral alal lala…
Like this arts I made? It’s an infected heart with weird pushpins stuck into it. It’s meant to represent the hardships of coal miners.
No it’s not…
My original plan for an artsy farting for today was thwarted, so, instead you get this lovely picture of an amigurumi jellyfish that I handcrafted, all on my lonesome, on a dark and stormy night, with no defense against the predators and fiendish elements of the darkness…
Tis truly a cute jellyfish, no?
Anyway, I don’t think I have enough rings on my thumb.
This is the background for an oil paint practice project that I’m doing. It’s still very much wet and it’s likely to stay that way for a while, what with being oil paint and all. I’ll have to wait a day or two before it’s dry enough for the next layer.
This was my first ever time of using a palette knife. It was exciting!