tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12849125062950545342024-02-06T23:25:50.224-05:00Impressively PredictableSketch blog?Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-80272874513200118522011-09-14T02:08:00.001-04:002011-09-14T02:11:18.680-04:00A little loosening up before I play some Dragon Age. I should sleep, but meh.<br />
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Sketching, writing and watching Reboot. Goddamn, I missed this show.<br /><div>
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Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-35176070842748037692011-09-13T03:36:00.002-04:002011-09-13T03:36:59.676-04:00The best way to make sure I update is to post my classwork. No matter how godawful.<br />
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Here's what I'm the absolute worst at:<br />
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Drawing heads<br />
Drawing hands<br />
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Guess what class I'm in. Heads and Hands! It's oppressive, but I know that by the end I'll come out better than when I came in.<br />
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Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-23017003641289891332011-08-13T00:56:00.002-04:002011-08-13T01:01:30.396-04:00Perspective DrawingsWell, I finally passed my perspective class. I'm a little sad that it's over. I realized that while it's the most difficult thing I've done, I really love it. I think I want to be a layout artist for animation. (Man, do I have a long way to go.)<br />
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I did comic pages for my final. They're test pages for the script I wrote two semesters ago in Comics Writing. <br />
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How can I call myself an artist with no art to show, right?<div><br /></div><div>Second, I will be practicing a lesson a week from an awesome book I got recently.</div><div><br /></div><div>Third, I'm typing. If I'm typing, there is no pencil in my hand. </div><div><br /></div><div>(Oh, I need to post that in huge letters all over my room.)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-26249986289261308172010-10-18T21:37:00.015-04:002010-10-18T22:18:06.797-04:00I'm a nerd.No shit, right? But don't you want to know why I'm a nerd?<br /><br />A classmate uttered and invitation for me to talk about something I know a little something about.<br /><br />And like any nerd, I erupted with information that most people probably don't even want to know. We can't help it. It's part of being a nerd. People think we're quiet and introverted. We're not. You just have nothing of any interest of us to say. Haha.<br /><br />Strap in for some serious tl;dr. (Or skip to the end.)<br /><br />"I still have a hard time understanding that the rules of light are different than the color, and understanding that they are entirely different things made out of the same colors. but isn't the color wheel made out of the colors of light. But i have a hard time anyway, since I am slightly color blind, well a little more slightly, but I manage."<br /><a style="" href="http://computer.yourdictionary.com/images/computer/WAVELEN.GIF"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 262px;" src="http://computer.yourdictionary.com/images/computer/WAVELEN.GIF" alt="" border="0" /></a>Colour is a property of light and not a property of the objects themselves. Light, which is a form of energy, works in waves, like all energy. The colours we see are the different wavelengths of light.<br /><br />Because waves have a length and frequency, light is used to measure the Universe. Hell, we don't call it the Universe anymore. We now call it the Observable universe because we've seen as far as we can possibly see in all directions. Objects past that point are expanding away from us faster than the speed of light, so we can never see them as the light from those objects will never reach us.<br /><br />Visible light only exists in a very small set of wavelengths. Red is the longest we can see and blue is the shortest. As the link below states, anything bluer than blue, we can't see and call Ultraviolet. (Sound familiar?) We can't see redder than red either, or Infrared. (It's cool to know where all this comes from, isn't it?) Green is the most visible wavelength (notice it's right in the middle of the spectrum). This is why night vision appears green. It picks up the green light, which is easiest to see.<br /><br />Our eyes have two kinds of receptor cells that allow us to see. Rods, which detect light and let us interpret value and Cones, which let us detect the wavelengths of light in the visible spectrum. Your colourblindness is due to having too few cones and inversely, I'm nightblind in one eye because I have too few rods in it.<br /><br />All colours exist in sunlight, so we see it as white light. We see space as black because there is no light coming to us. This is why we can see the objects in space. They either reflect (dark bodies like planets) or emit light. This is also why we don't see the other side of the moon during the day. The same light is reflected off the moon at all times, but we're seeing the sky as bright due to to the atmosphere scattering light. This is part of why the sky looks blue during the day, and goes red, as the light vanishes and purple as it comes back. This is also why laser pointers are red. Since they have long wavelengths, they get the least interference from the air molecules and aren't scattered by the air. (The link below goes into detail).<br /><br /><a href="http://mynasadata.larc.nasa.gov/images/EM_Spectrum3-new.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 231px;" src="http://mynasadata.larc.nasa.gov/images/EM_Spectrum3-new.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Once you understand that colour is a property of light and not a property of the object, it's a lot easier to get the reflect/absorb thing.<br /><br />A red crayon is absorbing all the other wavelengths of light except reds. Since the reds are the only colours that are allowed to bounce off the crayon, you see red.<br /><br />A white shirt is letting all the colours bounce back, so you see white. This is also why you feel cooler wearing white. White reflects nearly all the light, therefore is reflecting back heat as well. A black shirt does the opposite, absorbing nearly all that light. (It's not accurate to say ALL of the light is absorbed. If no light it hitting your eye from the object, you can't see it. It would look like a void. If you could make a shirt that didn't reflect light, but also let it pass right through, you'd have an invisibility shirt. Haha. (Sorry, I'm a nerd. I love this stuff. Right now, I think they're experimenting with objects that don't reflect light, but show an image of what's behind it, thereby making it "invisible".)<br /><br />The monitor is beaming light directly at you, rather than reflecting. That's really the only difference.<br /><br /><a href="http://eosweb.larc.nasa.gov/EDDOCS/Wavelengths_for_Colors.html">Here's some info on how it all goes down.</a> (As an added note, notice that some waves don't penetrate the atmosphere? Someone else looking for us using those waves wouldn't see the surface of the planet. They'd just see the haze of the atmosphere, but they can make images of the earth's surface with radio waves.<br /><br />Isn't it awesome!? *geeks out*<br />----------------------------<br /><br />And it didn't stop there.<br /><br />----------------------------<br />I'll geek a little m<a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/AdditiveColor.svg/200px-AdditiveColor.svg.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c2/AdditiveColor.svg/200px-AdditiveColor.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /></a>ore then, cause this is important.<br /><br />It's already been said that you mix all the colours to make white light.<br /><br />Notice that mixing one with the other, gives you the CMY in the CMYK.<br /><br />Since it works by adding light to reflect to you to make white, it's called additive.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />CMYK works by starting at white and removing light by covering the white with pigment. This causes more light to be absorbed and less light to reflect to you. Since you're removing light, it's called subtractive.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.printernational.org/images/articles/cmyk-seperations.gif"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 126px;" src="http://www.printernational.org/images/articles/cmyk-seperations.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />By having less and less light information going to your eye, these layers create the following image.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.printernational.org/images/articles/cmyk-combination.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 179px;" src="http://www.printernational.org/images/articles/cmyk-combination.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is with the black (key) layer. If you didn't have the extra layer it looks like this.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">You mix the CMY to get the RGB and in the middle, ideally, you get black. The colour isn't ideal though. It's murky. This is why they tell us to <a href="%20http://www.printernational.org/images/articles/cmy-combination.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 179px;" src="http://www.printernational.org/images/articles/cmy-combination.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>work in the right colour mode. The screen can only ever show you RGB, since the monitor can only show you additive colour. When you go to print, your colours will be off and often feel muddy. I'd screwed up many a vibrant cartoon when it came time for printing by not working in the right colour space.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="%20https://wikis.uit.tufts.edu/confluence/download/attachments/33399358/Color-subtractive-mixing-cropped.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 178px;" src="https://wikis.uit.tufts.edu/confluence/download/attachments/33399358/Color-subtractive-mixing-cropped.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay, I'm done with my nerd fest. (I was a physics major way way back before I started the art thing.)<br /><br />Detailed info (with much better diagrams) <a href="http://www.worqx.com/color/color_systems.htm">here</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />----------------------------<br /><br />I know. I need to calm myself when science is involved.<br /><br />But it's too much fun!Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-48816341085067679072010-10-15T05:57:00.005-04:002010-10-15T06:00:41.578-04:00Out of Context<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRX9xzbsekS0Q8fcBFyCXKwlB_iaOw48HMhQ1nJEFa9GFvdD0rQ3ylmv4KW8jh5kQiuUOb07tXY03G37VZ3J4ymLShN956DqkWlkam2aAufnSlHC-81p9zjtaYLB8kEEqTHSUZhnW9P0cS/s1600/contextbitch.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRX9xzbsekS0Q8fcBFyCXKwlB_iaOw48HMhQ1nJEFa9GFvdD0rQ3ylmv4KW8jh5kQiuUOb07tXY03G37VZ3J4ymLShN956DqkWlkam2aAufnSlHC-81p9zjtaYLB8kEEqTHSUZhnW9P0cS/s400/contextbitch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528210438801847682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In the spirit of Halloween!Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-46190449617850804032010-08-29T13:10:00.002-04:002010-08-29T13:11:28.444-04:00It's been a while!And do I have news for you! I'm working on a comic.<br /><br />You can find the draft of the pre(script) <a href="http://www.liik.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d2x7blq">here</a>. Please leave comments and tell me what you think.<br /><br />Thanks!Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-46066434365064499542009-07-26T22:57:00.003-04:002009-07-26T23:01:00.498-04:00Random porn doodles and toonsYou read the title. I know you don't want to read anything I have to say. On to the sketches.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaD49W4reUlFSETq_BR0b8H0YN5OD3ZvIuB7whEY6D5kDwL5Eyojk8l_qSNLzo1GyPIc0fzjQS9I-9K_CG1Bo8tB8yjolrAvuNTUUjMmamTnt6LO5M8e0e0doUf_Na-ctSR_79uFcxpmy/s1600-h/wowsketches726.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaD49W4reUlFSETq_BR0b8H0YN5OD3ZvIuB7whEY6D5kDwL5Eyojk8l_qSNLzo1GyPIc0fzjQS9I-9K_CG1Bo8tB8yjolrAvuNTUUjMmamTnt6LO5M8e0e0doUf_Na-ctSR_79uFcxpmy/s200/wowsketches726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362969212937254322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Now that the formalities are out of the way, here is another one of Chinny. I rather like how this character is coming along.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENs2YbSaHsixYi-aaH91mq9Y3jlfYG6Q1bMjtWJKVeJ8un3-NJnNuhKd2C0s43Cs5MBsgwIi9kShUG16XxGH26fStZ_NcsKwkVAYqHETWgI43Zg0rfYEsih6xxaC6MFgSMv_UgCnzzJzK/s1600-h/cocacolashape.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENs2YbSaHsixYi-aaH91mq9Y3jlfYG6Q1bMjtWJKVeJ8un3-NJnNuhKd2C0s43Cs5MBsgwIi9kShUG16XxGH26fStZ_NcsKwkVAYqHETWgI43Zg0rfYEsih6xxaC6MFgSMv_UgCnzzJzK/s200/cocacolashape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362969211462829186" border="0" /></a>Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-51815930604651717662009-07-17T08:48:00.005-04:002009-07-17T09:04:16.865-04:00Otakon 2009I'm heading to Otakon. Or I would be is some female would fucking finish doing her hair.<br /><br />Next update will have photos. Yay.<br /><br />Cartoons:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFeskGvGucY1HOeZwmFt1Gv2x9X2cdzGhQ7rEuOibSv_jfv_bBm15jY6j_mkclh3HKYdLz4GZI_PAtx3KwKLbNhET0kR8fU-S_PPf18f5Z-IxowkzEhgE599Q94aZA0Z9bsq3bX4zfpoV/s1600-h/chinnycandy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrFeskGvGucY1HOeZwmFt1Gv2x9X2cdzGhQ7rEuOibSv_jfv_bBm15jY6j_mkclh3HKYdLz4GZI_PAtx3KwKLbNhET0kR8fU-S_PPf18f5Z-IxowkzEhgE599Q94aZA0Z9bsq3bX4zfpoV/s200/chinnycandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359410540064422338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Chinny Chilla (I obviously didn't put all that much thought into her name) is a chinchilla. Hur hur. She's a model for booty mags. This one is called "Candy Girl". I like Chinny. I'm thinking I'll continue working with her. She's easygoing and follows direction well. (Although the shedding has got to go.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/deepinthought.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 271px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/deepinthought.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Anon, Tauren Shaman - Thorium Brotherhood in his lovely black dress. I'd like a pipe like that.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/IMG_0233.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 319px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/IMG_0233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Random snooty art guy. He's probably gay.<br /><br /><br />Comic page thumbnails:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/IMG_0237.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 351px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/IMG_0237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/IMG_0238.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 358px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/IMG_0238.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I put this post up and hair is still being done.Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-90518618067422439772009-06-06T12:57:00.005-04:002009-06-06T13:36:41.602-04:00New Camera and Ass Cleavage<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 267px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Canon Powershot 1000A IS. The price was good and I called tech support. The guy wasn't reading a script, he knew what he was doing, he didn't assume I didn't, and I was connected to him almost immediately. Canon, you've got a customer for life. (Provided you don't fuck up. I got my eye on you.)<br /><br />And now to the interesting part...<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;">ASS CLEAV</span><span style="font-size:180%;">AGE<br /><br /></span></div><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 343px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >This is a hot subject of debate in my household as of late. My sister recently graduated from college. (Rutgers Newark. She was the managing editor for the Rutgers Observer. She continues her column, <a href="http://thingsyoucantunsee.blogspot.com/">The Things You Can't Unsee</a> on her blog. Check her out.) She moved in with me after graduation, making it a point to add snide comment</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >ary on how I live my bachlor's life.<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >As she browsed a gentleman's magazine I happened to have laying about, she complained. (Funny, she never has anything to say about the magzines of the same type featuring hunky men.)<br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 502px; height: 375px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />How can she NOT have ass cleavage with a bum like that? It's just common sense. (It's a shame that KING went under. So, what say you, people of the internets? Ass Cleavage, yay or nay. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I don't see it as a bad thing. So I leave you with more.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 435px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera008.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Then again, she was also snarky about this model. Who happens to be the managing editor of his magazine. Who says all models are stupid. (I'm not going to put my money on that being the norm though.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 461px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/camera004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></span>Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-83789496949807229952009-05-31T11:03:00.005-04:002009-05-31T11:17:52.724-04:00Some quick cartoonsYeah, I've been working a lot and haven't updated in a while. I'll have to rectify that.<br /><br />And what you came for:<br /><br />CARTOONS!!<br /><br /><br />by Diana Davidsson<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/forerrol.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/forerrol.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />My good friend who is an amazing artist and an equally amazing storyteller. Check her out.<br /><a href="http://omegadreams.blogspot.com/">http://omegadreams.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><br />by me<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/Kuwanii.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 446px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/Kuwanii.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/honeynut.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 659px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/honeynut.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-8624716343511787462009-01-23T19:43:00.005-05:002009-01-23T19:58:07.596-05:00Ah, yesteryearI was in 7th grade when I drew this. My English teacher at the time (we called him Mr. Bogus) got the starring role in this one.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/oldshit-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 308px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/oldshit-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Funny how your tastes mature, but never really change.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmqfH2Qxfb-lT_vfcJEUqmxFxEw2P5ICpp5aWsk9w0jVKT7CBCS28rYSrEIMQszTwTssHLElNVLkAW-GlI9pltg7Q7sI10vTcMvSvZFnoQXvlrLGhJtRcWy9j65kMRYlohWSCzPctp9re/s1600-h/snakeconcept2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmqfH2Qxfb-lT_vfcJEUqmxFxEw2P5ICpp5aWsk9w0jVKT7CBCS28rYSrEIMQszTwTssHLElNVLkAW-GlI9pltg7Q7sI10vTcMvSvZFnoQXvlrLGhJtRcWy9j65kMRYlohWSCzPctp9re/s400/snakeconcept2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294656364060604002" border="0" /></a><br />It's a lot of fun to go back to things you did 15 years ago and see what you do now in comparison. Sometimes you feel good about yourself and sometimes you don't. Here I see laziness in not taking the menace of the original. I think I'll do that and post it up here later. Carry the old concept through, right?<br /><br />It helps me not have to think about the drawing as much. Just see where it takes me now and be grateful for the experiences that lead me to this point.<br /><br />I know. Boring. I'll post something more entertaining next time.Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-79530323084064650682009-01-15T10:24:00.007-05:002009-01-15T12:52:29.283-05:00ShadowrunI've been reading up and working on my Shadowrun character. I was told that the group lacks a troll and a technomancer, so I made a troll technomancer. (WE R HELPING. [/Reboot reference]) I worked on my character sheet while I watched a movie.<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0114682/"></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cheapestdvds.net/To%20Wong%20Foo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 350px;" src="http://cheapestdvds.net/To%20Wong%20Foo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I think you know where this is going.<br /><br />Say hi to Cody.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkyz-jONzD8bOs4WQ8P6XC2mkeWFVRF5-wtlV2_aZEaqEKPFBujfkbwhZhXLZ5tAzUFenQJlFPm6vit5lJx74F4hyMo8vDp6ejEeeHEcVfK6vZSSqD28oTMWrrLMQVm53g0r9y6SPMD_c/s1600-h/Cody001.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjkyz-jONzD8bOs4WQ8P6XC2mkeWFVRF5-wtlV2_aZEaqEKPFBujfkbwhZhXLZ5tAzUFenQJlFPm6vit5lJx74F4hyMo8vDp6ejEeeHEcVfK6vZSSqD28oTMWrrLMQVm53g0r9y6SPMD_c/s200/Cody001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291547954889195442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">This doodle will be the first of many I hope. Isn't he cute? (Considering he's a troll.) I'm still working through lore and working on a backstory and vital stats. We'll see what he evolves into as things go on. I'm also not really familiar with the subtleties of cyberpunk enough to design something that isn't hackney as all shit. (I'd prefer he's not looking like some animu punk chic on steriods.)<br /><br />In other news, I locked myself out of my apartment this morning like a moron. It was fun waiting nearly 3 hours for someone to let me in. At least I did some reading up on what a technomancer actually does in the mean time.<br /><br />I'll have to promise something more interesting next time.<br /></div></div></div></div>Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-86128318200753827902009-01-03T00:42:00.003-05:002009-01-03T01:00:41.590-05:00Where were you last night? (Short Story)"Where were you last night?"<br /><br />The idly posed question dissipates between us like my condensed breath dragging itself up the chilled night. Inside my jacket pockets, my hands are just as idle, so I squeeze my arms closer to my person in a motion that is meant to look like I seek warmth. Really, I'm just trying to focus on something besides the ghastly green iris that points in my direction at my voice, much as my unanswered question was posed just to give me some other sound to listen to.<br /><br />The silence of the night screams in my ears during the seconds that his sidelong stare is on me. Shouldn't there be tires rolling somewhere? A cell phone ringing? A lady's heels tic ticking as she scurries home from the bus stop? Of course, we don't want any of these things and this silence is safer than any indications of human presence. Still, I don't know which is worse... Listening to him eat or NOT listening to him eat. I don't think I could choose, although it doesn't matter as he chooses for me.<br /><br />I should have brought a book or something.<br /><br />"You should have gone home." Ugh. Telepathy. Right.<br /><br />"Cut that out. You know I hate that." As I mutter the words, I'm grateful that he gives me a reason to focus on my own voice. He's watching me again, but I don't look at him. This time, his head hasn't lifted and his jaw is still moving. Alright, that's a lie. I kind of don't look. In that crouched position on the pavement, his head bobs in a familiar motion that almost makes me blush. The short tearing sounds that come with each pull are somewhat like what I'd imagine ripping wet jeans wound sound like. Not that I've ever ripped wet jeans. After a minute or so, the grinding of meat between his molars stops and he swallows audibly.<br /><br />"You were projecting." Oh.<br /><br />"Oh." He snorts softly in rebuttal, before hiding his maw from me in the steaming dark stew. So much for conversation.<br /><br />I imagine myself a smoker, releasing frustration into the night as I sigh softly, when he tells me to go home again. I wasn't gonna leave him though. He needed me. Who else would hold his clothes so they didn't get dirty? Who else would watch for any danger while he was vulnerable? Who else would understand that he needed this to live?<br /><br />His weight shifts as he dips a hand into the makeshift bowl that walked less than an hour ago. There is a snap of bone and cartilage as he removes the barrier of a sternum and lowers his head once more. Not really a snout. Not really a muzzle. More like a protrusion of gum and teeth.<br /><br />I notice, all to late that my breath is coming back at me. Not that there would be any time to do anything as the changing direction of the breeze was faster than I could ever move. My stomach turns violently as I'm hit with the stench of fluids that aren't meant to make contact with air.<br /><br />Raw death.<br /><br />The thick sound I can only equate to a large tub of hearty, thick oatmeal being slopped around with one's hands does anything but help me bite back the bile that threatens to say hello to the pavement. By my stomach's second uprising, I have my trusty plastic bag in hand.<br /><br />He watches me as I spit the remnants of my weakness into the bag. I imagined he'd stopped eating when I doubled over. As I look up, that eerie iris turns from me, focusing on the remainder of his meal.<br /><br />"..." I quirk a brow in question as I tie off the bag (moving back upwind, of course). His soiled jaw shifts, as though he wants to attempt to say something again, but he changes his mind. Crap. I must have projected again. I don't know what to say to him either, so instead, I just watch, noticing that he's not going back to his food. This silence jabs at me, prodding as I attempt to think of something to brush it away with that won't seem stupid.<br /><br />"Done already?" Silence answers for him in its increasingly annoying fashion. This time it's the one to chase it off is him.<br /><br />"Left pocket of my jacket." He doesn't wait for me to crouch where I'd dropped his clothes in my rush for the bag and find whatever it is he's talking about as he lowers himself to continue. My fingers slip into the cool folds of cotton and wrap around something peach fuzzy and hard. I glace up at him, though he ignores me. As we crouch together on cold pavement, chilly air slipping over, I stare at the contents of the box. A plain silver band, engraved with unfamiliar etchings and glyphs. I don't get a chance to ask before I hear his voice. "I was looking through the things my family left to me last night. My father gave that to my mother the night he asked her to spend forever with him. It won't fit your finger." After a few moments, I hear the oatmeal again, but now I have something more important to do than listen to him eat or feel sick. I smile.<br /><br />"I'll wear it on a chain." He pauses before his jaw moves again, giving me a silence that broadens my smile.<br /><br /><br />------------------------------------------------<br /><br />This is a concept for a comic story. A buddy of mine asked me to start putting my writing up here. Thanks for reading. Hope that was more interesting than my cat and drawing lessons.Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-32998467197882539962009-01-02T23:50:00.007-05:002009-01-03T02:04:44.662-05:00New Years resolutions are bullshit.You want to know why they're bullshit? In a month or two the year ain't knew. And you'll look at that resolution you pulled out your ass, yet another year, realize what it really is and flush it.<br /><br />Rather than making dumb resolutions I, like everyone else, won't keep, I'm going to reaffirm some small goals.<br /><br />Get through <span style="font-style: italic;">D</span><span style="font-style: italic;">rawing on the Right Side of the Brain</span> by Betty Edwards. She's got some great ideas, albeit a bit windy. The thing I need to reaffirm is sitting through an entire book in one sitting. I have the attention span of a goldfish (with the memory to match). But, it's only 270 pages. If I can read through a synopsis of Twilight (mostly), I can definitely stay focused on this. Speaking of which, my sister is starting her blog that will contain her editorials and reviews. I'll be doing cartoons for it. You have GOT to read her Twilight review. I'll stick it up here once it's available.<br /><br />Anyways, DRSotB is a 5 day intensive course. The book has the same exercises and lessons. Before we start, Miss Betty asks us to draw things to make a point of reference. So here are mine. (Let's keep in mind that I'm a cartoonist, so drawing realistically isn't something I do all that great yet. But that's why I'm learning!)<br /><br />You may point and laugh now. I know I am.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5iMoJIJd7it2feTabx2ynY2K4_WOTWzJL5qYHOEmdCAQ6nVF5c6rp7J5346tBOLWOrKCkiVN4mVcnuImrl2TpKeKNscfva2WE-6mv8QmgobW5wR7SmeeaJrnSUUiw7Y8_ivQwZn_eBAL/s1600-h/DRSotB1SelfPortrait0002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih5iMoJIJd7it2feTabx2ynY2K4_WOTWzJL5qYHOEmdCAQ6nVF5c6rp7J5346tBOLWOrKCkiVN4mVcnuImrl2TpKeKNscfva2WE-6mv8QmgobW5wR7SmeeaJrnSUUiw7Y8_ivQwZn_eBAL/s200/DRSotB1SelfPortrait0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286928985749310210" border="0" /></a> Self portrait. It's the classic look in a mirror and draw yourself. They said to spend an hour, but I think I did this in 15-20 minutes. We're supposed to look for advantages (her choice of words, not mine) and disadvantages in (of?) the drawings. So I'll do so for each.<br />A - It kind of looks like me. A little. I think I captured the lack of hair pretty well. This is encouraging because it makes me feel like I can make it as a police sketch artist.<br />D - I made myself look like a fucking serial rapist. Good work...<br />I made my chin and mouth much more narrow than they really are. My mouth isn't that tiny. Haha. And I have a fat head. But that's what makes me charming. (Right.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oltTzqIxz-W3sAfWeFHiZbsPOfTCtKwezzEMxMOIB39h5whUngU6ezRq2Pr8WS-y30MJ1rvTefTVeuA0RqujgSnSsl61J5hrubF7ADwONRBCYuNvvTkIjmMf5fQrdqaMScKawGxdKBoj/s1600-h/DRRSotB2Personfrommemory0002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_oltTzqIxz-W3sAfWeFHiZbsPOfTCtKwezzEMxMOIB39h5whUngU6ezRq2Pr8WS-y30MJ1rvTefTVeuA0RqujgSnSsl61J5hrubF7ADwONRBCYuNvvTkIjmMf5fQrdqaMScKawGxdKBoj/s200/DRRSotB2Personfrommemory0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286929520649062034" border="0" /></a> Draw someone you know from memory. I did a sketch of my sister.<br />A - It's expressive and reminds me very much of her. Looks like her. (Maybe.)<br />D - Kind of lopsided.<br /><br />It went faster than the self portrait. I find it interesting that after these excecises, I read on and Miss Betty states,<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm sure the picture from memory was difficult for</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> you, and rightfully so. Even a trained artist will find if difficult to draw a person from memory."</span><br /></div></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>I guess she doesn't deal with cartoonists much. Overlooked yet again by artistic academia, it seems. I found the drawing from memory <span style="font-style: italic;">much</span> easier. I suppose it's because cartoonists look inward to express something about that person, rather than make it accurate. I'm sure when I put this up to my sister's face and compare, it's not a likeness, but it's an expression of who she is to me, I suppose.<br /><br />And last, (and certainly least) I was to draw my hand.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7-nDDAreXvys-_wpWcFD1w1-P9caR0eTFFtyvby-phuJsA0NX6NP2cAypRpmROZEBuhHOEhuUpX2nya9Gp3xFL9LdBPScb980dh3PYEB5R5vmqpOHiGl3Jwih9IOnLBnlvRa3qQVlyGL/s1600-h/DRSotB3Myhand0002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7-nDDAreXvys-_wpWcFD1w1-P9caR0eTFFtyvby-phuJsA0NX6NP2cAypRpmROZEBuhHOEhuUpX2nya9Gp3xFL9LdBPScb980dh3PYEB5R5vmqpOHiGl3Jwih9IOnLBnlvRa3qQVlyGL/s200/DRSotB3Myhand0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286932352160058130" border="0" /></a> Hur hur.<br /><br />A - The palm/flat of the hand looks alright.<br />D - That's about all that looks alright.<br /><br />I admit, I lost interest at this point because I've never attempted a self portrait before and it was a lot more interesting than drawing my hand, which I've done before. I'm sure had I paid more attention to the lengths of the finger segments it wouldn't look like something out of a Del Toro design. (For the record though, I <span style="font-style: italic;">love </span>long spiderlike fingers on characters and I love the visual quality of his visions.)<br /><br />If you read all this, kudos. It was boring, but you made it this far. I'll be sure to be more interesting next time.Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1284912506295054534.post-55575566866027456262008-12-12T23:21:00.014-05:002008-12-13T17:15:26.264-05:00Hello!I finally made one of these. I think I was supposed to a year ago. Haha. Bear with me, I'm new to this.<br /><br />I'm Nate. I'm a cartoonist. I have a cat.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here she is.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp90zBYpRZ295gjsyduPFuIcasYFLl_nUrz_9s31P-a0MnCzZAkJSGHGQrVpCiRjAUi-f4mOoGnopXI3Vj6vYIWm7IAkCjX3vcgMqTYmfyoX7Sx7HT1Vne3H7t-TGXIa8q5myosVfd7YTR/s1600-h/Nahla.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp90zBYpRZ295gjsyduPFuIcasYFLl_nUrz_9s31P-a0MnCzZAkJSGHGQrVpCiRjAUi-f4mOoGnopXI3Vj6vYIWm7IAkCjX3vcgMqTYmfyoX7Sx7HT1Vne3H7t-TGXIa8q5myosVfd7YTR/s320/Nahla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279126175196902834" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">I play World of Warcraft.<br /><br />I know, I know. I'm quite the catch. [/sarcasm]<br /><br />Let's focus on my being a cartoonist, because that is at least remotely interesting. I've been drawing for as long as I can remember. It wasn't until recently that I realized that it's entirely possible for me to be a serious cartoonist. (Is that ever an oxymoron.)<br /><br />Past to Present:<br /><br />I graduated with an AS in Computer Animation from Full Sail in Winter Park, FL.<br />I was working on a BA in Illustration online with Art Academy University in San Fran, CA. Due to money and time constraints, I've recently left the program.<br />When I can afford it, I attend Art Student League in NYC. I take the Sequencial Art course. (I would love to take a full time comic study. Possibly the Kubert School in Dover, NJ, but for now, I work a corportate job and that doesn't give me much leeway to move around.<br /><br />And the thing that you probably want to see and not read me babbling.... CARTOONS!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-gERuAUTzGHt_t5jv1VnvE1mp1-y3RhTI_6a70toGfkDG6sjx1SD0Lj32i3cm4yJcd-mvPjAZRD2nn3YkHJZHklpiRMtAPDk-UsMLO4HSUK-YmRiCS883qEfx-GDPV6KxgA2DX5HRml8/s1600-h/Dumped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT-gERuAUTzGHt_t5jv1VnvE1mp1-y3RhTI_6a70toGfkDG6sjx1SD0Lj32i3cm4yJcd-mvPjAZRD2nn3YkHJZHklpiRMtAPDk-UsMLO4HSUK-YmRiCS883qEfx-GDPV6KxgA2DX5HRml8/s320/Dumped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279130154376347378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Both toons published in the Rutgers Observer. (I forgot to mention, I did comics for the Rutgers Neward Observer.) This one was pretty rough, but they asked me to do it at the last possible minute and I did it during my lunch break at work.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3N6gEkm6SI6JJfDzydgM7yBGWP43UCV4BppqIqRkpJHfPoejQw2275gWy6PPClV_KhB0-hZjSIMW3kyIgFkQ43dXAWHb3TRRXpu5261r-nsRnWpaVNUHck50_bWH2D6PDivqL_kfLiTT/s1600-h/packin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3N6gEkm6SI6JJfDzydgM7yBGWP43UCV4BppqIqRkpJHfPoejQw2275gWy6PPClV_KhB0-hZjSIMW3kyIgFkQ43dXAWHb3TRRXpu5261r-nsRnWpaVNUHck50_bWH2D6PDivqL_kfLiTT/s320/packin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279134247348746290" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />These were made for my sister's editorial articles specifically. (In other words, I didn't get paid for these.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/asianman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 179px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v143/hardcandyvegetto/asianman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc89.deviantart.com/fs19/f/2007/270/8/8/YIH_by_Liik.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://fc89.deviantart.com/fs19/f/2007/270/8/8/YIH_by_Liik.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Elvenboysluthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16938975220647977612noreply@blogger.com0