Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Silver

Brothers, of course.  As if Silver would get a post all by himself.  For the sake of this post I will refer to him by his proper first name, Amor.

SPEED PAINTS AHOY.  maybe 45 minutes each.

Amor and Valor coloured.  Amor is 17, Valor is 24.  Both are scar-less because I... forgot.  XD  This is their base without scars, I guess!  The more I draw men the girlier their faces become.  Valor's sketch looks manlier than his coloured one, in any case.

Sketch format.  I drew Amor first and flipped the page and drew Valor second.  The dots between their names align to both their eyes.

Interesting when they're put together, no?


Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Why? ...well, why the hell not?

2.5 hour speed destress colouring.  good god I should be studying for exams.

Why? because I'm too shy to let most of the internet see stuff like this.  

so it'll be tucked gently away to my art blog where it can't hurt anybody or be taken to hurt me.

Leen and Lay.  From this earlier post.  I picked my favourite sketch to colour.  In my mind they are having intercourse though their expressions are rather idealized. Fixed their skin colours after nine thousand tries.  Supposedly Colleen is a delicious shade of peach and Lale is some sort of alabaster that never tans.  I guess Lale looks a bit too alive, though I'll attribute that to... what they're doing at the moment.   Heh.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Theater of the Absurd

Made with Angel He 
March 2012
Blogger's uploaded version looks crappy, considering all of the smooth SAI lines I used to draw the pictures for the video -_-

This is a project made for our senior French class.  
Voices provided by Angel and myself.  We recorded together.  I drew all the pictures, she compiled everything and timed the subtitles and sound bits.

French subtitle version.



and for all of the rest of us noobs (because obviously she and I have probably made 19328403247 French mistakes), here's our intended-meaning English subbed one.  :D

Saturday, March 31, 2012

A bunch of amazing stuffs.

So I have this little sketchbook that I love to bring around everywhere.   It's a little smaller than my handspan and extremely fun to draw in with pen because the pages are tinted beige.  It makes everything classier than it really is XD

Lay. 
After three failed attempts, I finally got him.  
I like Lale when he's pensive.



Queen of flowers.  Featuring an amped up Rozelia, in a lily rather than a rose.  Drew this on the bus and though I'm happy with it I did screw up a few times because of rickety bumps.  
She has pistils and a stamen.  Rozelia is truly a hermaphrodite; half of her children are self-fathered.


Merman in a dream.
He's a snake.  Or an eel.  I think this might be Varun Halcyan but he's changed quite a bit.  
Here's an old picture of him.  Varun isn't an important OC in my mind but I like him, and this is who I was thinking of when I finished the piece.
Drawn after visiting the University of Toronto Mississauga during mentorship.


So he likes to keep her dry when it rains.
Drawn during repertoire with lots of giggly girls looking over my shoulder...


Sceahst.
Also named Shadow.  Lale's horse.  His name is pronouced sei-ya-st, according to the soliloquium thread (which needs continuation and finishing.)  
Drawn because Angel and I have been playing this horse game and I've become quite addicted to horses.  Sceahst has a wild temper and he's a demon horse.  quoting page 5:  "His horse, Shadow, had been a tyrant as a foal and would only listen to him; Colleen noted that with little surprise."

And last but not least:  Mister Rabbit!  with Yoshua instead of little Silver this time.
I think if Silver found Mr. Rabbit he'd definitely give it to Yoshi.  After a few trials and errors and help from Angel and Chuchu and Jess, we decided that Bitty would get golden eyes and a green bow (though I wanted blue and blue.)

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

The sweet pair.

Not safe for work.

If I had a penny for every time I thought I could articulate what goes on between the two of them... I'd be one rich motherfucker.  This is my "anatomy practice" but let's just say it was enjoyable too.

Featuring Colleen and Lale.



Sunday, December 25, 2011

Teamwork progress~

ET VOILA.














Wow, like, this was a lot of work.  I can see many flaws still present in this picture but hey!  More for me to  improve on later :D

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Judith and her Maidservant


The painting done for Art History in my Traditional Media course 8D I was recreating the piece "Judith and her Maidservant" by Artemisia Gentileschi. This piece took me literally 40 hours or so, from February 15th-March 10th... and I'm pretty proud of it.

The entire image was painted in sepia. Fun fact: our class ran out of our shade of sepia so there is a reason why the maid's dress is slightly grayer XD

Artemisia Gentileschi. Born July 1593... she was one of the most prominent painters of the Early Baroque time. She was born to Orazio Gentileschi, also an accomplished painter. She surpassed her brothers in artistic ability, and her father decided to train her.

However, when Artemisia Gentileschi was 18, one of the friends of her father who he hired to tutor her--Agostino Tassi--had cornered her. He proceeded to rape her and blackmail her into more sexual favours until she finally told her father, and won the subsequent 7-month trial. During the trial she had been tortured physically with the idea that "no one can lie under physical torture" and her reputation was forever stained.

Artemisia Gentileschi picked her life up and remarried, becoming a successful painter and friends of many influential people--The Duke and Granduchess of Medici, Galileo Galilei, and Michaelangelo's nephew, among others--and she managed to be the first woman accepted into the Accademia delle Arti del Disegno (Academy of the Arts of Drawing) in Florence, Italy. Her paintings often depict women who have suffered (usually in biblical stories), triumphing or surpassing their tormentors. I do love her art, a lot.


The reference:
"Judith and her Maidservant" 1614. Oil on Canvas. It is said that the woman with the sword, Judith, is a self-portrait, and the head of Holofernes is modeled after Tassi, the man who sexually assaulted her.



We had done grid sketches to blow up the sizes of our studies... this is the transfer of the sketch with conte onto a primed canvas. The clothing folds killed me...

The following process below are parts of the painting as I finished them...



























After this, I did not have many reference photos... it's sad but my mother lent our camera to a friend and I mostly have littered bits of progress taken with my ipod camera...





Comparing the maid's original conte sketch with final product





Details of sword and cloth... Did these with two fine, size 3 brushes :D






Head and head details :)










Comparing my printout reference with the painting... The hair isn't done yet in this photo :D




The final product... it's so hard to take a good photo of this...

Lots of painting! Lots of work! And lots of satisfaction 8) this looks great in my livingroom, haha!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Kids these days










The Ensemble as Children.
Expect lots of angsty angst angst because I love torturing the Ensemble, adding flavor to their lives... the least angsty are probably Yoshua, Colleen and Skye haha XD


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

The dragons

Two nights ago, I had a strange dream.

I was running with the Ensemble. I think I was Colleen. Maybe it was that I'd been thinking about her for her birthday, but I was her, and I was flying while being buffeted by the wind. I was killing dragons.

Maddie kept screaming something. In my dreams I see her a lot, screaming always, pointing and warning me of danger ahead. Silver was hitting the dragon, Skye was dancing below it with daggers in her hands; I don't know where Valor and Aidan were. And Yoshua would not be there; he had refused to hunt them with us.

I think Lale was there, but not wholly.

He doesn't exist in my dreams where there is a lot of light.

These dragons were not good. Ethically, they were not good. They were not sentient; they did not think. They were cruel and unjust and fought for the sake of fighting, killed for the sake of killing. I was flying and panting and there was so much sunlight in these marble-pillared ruins that I felt ill. But I kept fighting them amidst blue sky, white clouds, and crumbling rocks. There was nothing in my hands; I commanded my friends below.

Somewhere after we killed a red-scaled, slithering dragon, it writhed and shot a beam of fire. I saw Lale then, just a dark shadow, slicing it's belly open, but I saw a claw come down to crush him, so I shouted. The shout tore the dragon's talons in two.

I felt something extremely heavy slam into my side. I careened and tumbled forward and was flung into darkness.