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[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9887126/comic/comicbit2.jpg[/img] [img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9887126/comic/comicbit2b.jpg[/img] [img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9887126/comic/comicbit3.jpg[/img]
When it's about straight lines, i can not hold it.. [U]Nearly threw my mouse out of the window.[/U] [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/AsCNB.jpg[/IMG]
All the glowing lights feel really out of place since none of the ship's surfaces reflect any of it. Cool design though.
click, let go, move mouse to next point, hold shift and click again. Instant line in the meantime, another speedpainty thing. [t]http://i.imgur.com/znUE5.png[/t] did a little art trade with a friend, he had me draw something after listening to the gorillaz song amarillo. Not sure if I'm a fan of the song in particular but it sets a neat tone.
[QUOTE=daijitsu;36076606]click, let go, move mouse to next point, hold shift and click again. Instant line[/QUOTE] Fuck...
the river going up the mountain looks a bit odd - generally that far away the river wouldn't be visible due to size/atmosphere and/or the light from the sun would cast a shadow in such a way that the river would be too dark to pick out other than that it's pretty sweet
I think it's a road. Really really long road...
with a tiny person on it though I do think I should have thinned it out more as it approached the base of that mountain or could it be the edge of the world or something I don't even know
maybe it's The pile of salt at the bottom of the world's hourglass Every moment, every life every birth every death, every kiss every tear every one that got away every one that didn't sitting alone at the bottom of the world [editline]24th May 2012[/editline] or some shit
[QUOTE=Maloof?;36076702]maybe it's The pile of salt at the bottom of the world's hourglass Every moment, every life every birth every death, every kiss every tear every one that got away every one that didn't sitting alone at the bottom of the world [editline]24th May 2012[/editline] or some shit[/QUOTE] man I'm so deep
[QUOTE=daijitsu;36076722]man I'm so deep[/QUOTE] man how do you come up with this symbology man it's crazy
[QUOTE=Maloof?;36076741]man how do you come up with this symbology man it's crazy[/QUOTE] a true chef does not spill the beans on how they bake a taco
[QUOTE=daijitsu;36076762]a true chef does not spill the beans on how they bake a taco[/QUOTE] man what does a fox even know about making tacos
[QUOTE=nox;36076598]All the glowing lights feel really out of place since none of the ship's surfaces reflect any of it. Cool design though.[/QUOTE] Its bloom.
Well here's some old work I had laying around. [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/2bsPI.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/GFhcx.jpg[/IMG] Didn't finish the hat and the cocaine bag he had, sadly. It was a photo from an article about cocaine traffic [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/TZGkb.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/IiOOW.jpg[/IMG] Got this from a book somewhere, yet people would always ask me if it was someone in my family in a school exhibition, since I'm also asian :racists:
[IMG]http://uppix.net/b/6/5/0f3df62691fddd6139f961e404b24.png[/IMG] Felt pen only. No sketching at all.
[T]http://i.imgur.com/hN6sI.png[/T] Some weird thing I was working on, might finish it later tomorrow. Edit: Fix'd
You can use [t ] tags around it (instead of [img]) so you don't need to quote it but it will be scaled down anyway
[IMG]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/145/0/1/alone_by_zacharyhogan-d514eko.png[/IMG]
still making my way around illustrator, some eve ship for a friend [img]http://i50.tinypic.com/15yfyvq.png[/img]
[t]http://www.deviantart.com/download/304414386/face_1_by_juniez-d518nn6.jpg[/t] [t]http://www.deviantart.com/download/304414418/face_2_by_juniez-d518no2.png[/t]
messin around [IMG]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/146/c/8/iron_man_speed_by_zacharyhogan-d51896r.jpg[/IMG]
[t]http://th08.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2012/144/4/4/drawing_myself__by_gotagetoing-d510gbt.png[/t] I tried drawing myself, second time. Am I doing it right?
cool draws everybody :) I finally finished the semester so I have time to draw for fun again. BACK TO ALIENS [img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/3677532/sol%20x%20kal.jpg[/img] [editline]26th May 2012[/editline] Oh, also, my final for my animation class was a 30 second silent short about whatever we wanted. I made one about a shark: [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkCVy32gJX4[/media]
[img]http://i.cubeupload.com/kOhKrA.png[/img] Decided to finalize his design.
I got the idea from an alternative version of Jake I saw a while ago. I couldn't find the original anywhere so I tried to remake it as best I could. [IMG]http://i46.tinypic.com/5ds1dt.png[/IMG]
[img_thumb]http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/457574_4103578632365_980172872_o.jpg[/img_thumb] a simple hand drawn patch i made for an airsoft team it's...eh..
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/tzFDg.png[/IMG] I dunno, was sketching and kept adding random things.
Not sure whether this deserves a thread or not, so I'm sticking it in here in advance. Hope you enjoy. [B][U] Echoes[/U][/B] [B]“Hello, hello? Hello?!”, Private Anderson bellowed into his walkie-talkie in despair. “Is there anybody out there?” As Anderson knelt on the grainy, abrasive sand of the shore, he held the walkie-talkie to his ear as if his life was entirely dependent on the next words that would come out of it. But the promise of being rescued was looking considerably bleak. The Private was marooned. Anderson reminded himself that hanging on in silent desperation would never truly save him. He reached into his bag for something--anything-- with the function or symbolic power to revitalize his hope to a state where he could survive. Immediately, his hand felt the rigid edge of the portable sonar receiver. Pulling the dark green rectangle out with abrupt momentum, Anderson flipped the power switch and every other dial or toggle on the bulky machine, with trained speed. The sonar’s functionality seemed infallible. Minutes elapsed, and Anderson’s morale diminished each second. The display of the receiver remained blank and the only sound audible was the piercing gale blowing off the teal-green ocean. He thought he had seen a distant ship out of the corner of his eye, noticing smoke rise above the horizon. It was unmistakable. Anderson’s heart rose, but as he turned to center his vision on the ship, it had vanished. His hope was gone. He shook his head, feeling his disappointment transforming to a melancholy acceptance. He glanced back at the sonar machine on the ground; there was no doubt that it was eternally broken. At the sight of it, a sudden impulse of frustration struck him. He heaved the machine up and hurled it far-off into the water. He breathed heavily and a fear line rose in his brow, watching it go down. He felt his heart anchored to the machine that sunk deep beneath the rolling waves. As he walked off in regret, checking his watch to find that it read “00:00”, the foreboding tempest whirring through the isle had fluidly become a serene pillow of winds as the first ping sounded. He turned his head towards the ocean, honing in on the remaining ripples from the spot the receiver had landed. Anderson grew more focused on the mesmerizingly routine high-pitched blips, and the sound of the breeze disappeared. Every few seconds, the echoing ping livened the dead air with an uncanny, but euphoric atmosphere. Slowly, almost unbelievingly, Anderson approached the tideline. He was not a religious man, but he found himself dumbfounded by the sound of the sonar to the point of belief. The Private looked upward, thinking that if he did, some divine presence would be more veritable. Time halted for him, because there were no dull moments to tick away that day. Anderson was tired of waiting for someone, or something, to show him the way. So it was ironic, Anderson thought, that he was checking his compass for bearings. He despised himself for always going back on his own word so quickly, and with such little thought. Anderson supposed that the military had yet to break him into the soldier he feared to become. Without realizing, he got into an internal debate with himself. “But is there anything to fear? Maybe I would only benefit...on the other hand, is there really anything to be fighting for? Why should I doubt that, though? Why must I always wrestle with my conscience? No, no. Need to stop thinking like that.” Soon he found that the shore faced south. He turned around to find the sun, and was stunned by sheer beauty. “If I had a camera here,” he thought, staggered, “I could make myself a millionaire after all this.” Through the bright green leaves of the tropical flora, a million bright ambassadors of morning came streaming in on sunlight wings. Overhead, his eyes were greeted by a graceful white bird with wings bleached black by the sun, suspended motionlessly against the forthcoming sea wind. Anderson turned again, stimulated by the sedating pings. The ripples on the surface of the water seemed to grow increasingly outspread, more pronounced. Closer the waves neared the tideline, and eventually came willowing across the sand. Each ping grew louder, and began to run into the next, almost melodically. “Like echoes”, he thought, and he looked down at the saturated crystals of sand, feeling perplexed by a sudden sensation of Déjà vu.[/B] Give me your feedback on this. Also, tell me if you understand any of the references. Or, more importantly, the title's origin.
Looks like these guys have been... [img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/55034583/Drawntogetherliterally%28transparent%29.png[/img] ... [i]Drawn together.[/i]
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