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Drawings, maybe some writing later
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 wordslikeleaves |
Drawings, maybe some writing later |
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Posts: 17 08/29/08 11:57:57 | ||||
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kikitue |
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MU Senior
Posts: 1430 08/29/08 12:41:47 |
Wow I'm loving your style here
@w@ You have so many different styles actually. You're very creative and I like that
kikitue xx
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wordslikeleaves |
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MU Freshman
Posts: 17 08/30/08 08:36:23 |
kikitue wrote:Thank you. I don't believe it's style so much though- I just try my best to vary my faces, because anime is inherently weak when it comes to facial distinction. And it's good to mix it up a lot. More stuff: Girl with pretty dress spinning. closeup of a face. Girl and some shadowy people. |
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Light Zukashi |
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MU Senior
Posts: 1218 08/30/08 09:12:43 |
What program are you using? (just out of interest)
And very nice pictures, motion and emotion is nicely captured. ~Light |
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wordslikeleaves |
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MU Freshman
Posts: 17 08/30/08 09:35:48 |
I use a variety of programs- oekaki Shi Painter, Opencanvas, and Photoshop. Most of these were done in Opencanvas and Shi Painter.
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Eyes Down Hero |
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MU Senior
Posts: 685 08/30/08 09:50:12 |
Oooh, I love it! Very very nicely done! Can't see a single thing to critique on, but that may just be the lack of oxygen in my brain. I am exhausted.
Anyway, once again, good work, and I'd really like to see more! 
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Goliath |
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MU Senior
Posts: 579 08/30/08 20:22:13 |
Beautiful wordslikeleaves! Really... wow. I love how simplistic you capture the motion in your drawings, and the effective use of high contrast reflections on
the black suits.
The posture of the girl in the "random comic page" seems slightly unnatural and off balance however. I love your spies, but the female spy, her breast isnt quite sitting right. And the scythe doesnt seem to have its blade angled right?? Tho having not seen a real one wit my own eyes, I could likely been wrong. The second 3 drawings are again beautiful... howevere her breats again dont look to be sitting right? The fact she is spinnign and has no bra on could be an explanation from a realism perspective... but I pretty sure manga doesnt place too much weight on realistic physics to breasts! HAHAH XD Keep drawing! |
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wordslikeleaves |
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MU Freshman
Posts: 17 08/31/08 03:41:36 |
Goliath, thank you for the critiques.
The posture of the first girl does seem unnatural. I did not reference and it was a 30 minute doodle, so I wasn't paying too much attention. As for her breasts, I have this nasty habit of drawing breasts a little low because my torsos tend to be elongated. The angle of the scythe is wrong. I'm no good with angles. As for the spinning girl, I should mention that I like mixing realism and anime together, though I understand her breasts are again too low. -- Some prose. I'd appreciate it if you guys read- it's for a story of mine. Gharam 1: where you are is where I'll be He found his mother with her face down in the kitchen sink, body slumped over the dining chair, shoulder length brown hair floating in the overflowing water, a lopsided halo. Melodies erupted from the faucet, the continuous dripping soaking his mother's yellow summer dress, her lower arms and bare legs glistening with moisture. A puddle formed on the floor, dappled with bits of noon sunlight from the window. Allen stopped, much like how a deer would stop for a car, trapped in its shimmering, ghostly lights. He dropped his remedial school books, heart screeching to a full stop and crashing in the prison of his rib cage. There was ringing in his ears, and his breath trapped itself in mid inhale. He ran to her. Silence. Her face was very beautiful when he pulled her out, lips with a tinge of blue, countenance peaceful. She was never this peaceful. Allen choked, taking her body in his much smaller one and closing their feeble gaps with an embrace. She was chilly, though her skin was soft and still inviting. Faucet continuing to run, they were drenched together, the boy rocking her body as he sobbed. She was always unhappy, Allen thought, feeling guilt as he squeezed his eyes shut. (heartbeat) "How old is he again?" "Twelve. Poor thing. Shame for a boy to lose his mother that young." He could hear them, the chattering women who tossed pity on his lap, the wake crowded with many coworkers and friends, as well as some not-friends and lost people, and those who came through duty rather than grief. Some offered him welcoming arms and stiff pats on the back, which he accepted half heartedly, tears reddening the whites of his gray eyes and leaving trails down pallid cheeks. He said very little to anyone from his seat, and watched his father's suit clad back, slumped over and heaving with convulsive mourning. Kanina Hulning, 35 years old, 5'4" and of delicate build, brown hair and gray eyes that she passed on to her son. Allen, a smart boy, could see in his head the obituary, his mother reduced to words and quantifiable facts. The little newspaper would not describe her smile, and how she always smelled of lavender, of how her touch was like feathers and silk and all the things he knew was good. In place would probably be dry and cut, mentioning words like loving wife and mother, hard worker, contributed to the community. That did not suffice for him. Allen hung his head low, now in direct view of his clean dress shoes. He heard his father's footsteps and felt the man's hand rest on his cleanly cut black hair, followed abruptly by smothering arms and a forest rain's worth of tears. It was almost bewildering. His father never touched him; touching was for women and queen boys. A storm of needles cascaded in the young man's chest, and Allen shivered, mouth opening as the room echoed his wailing. He did not embrace back, unable to move anything but his mouth and crinkling eyes, lungs and heart and mind hard with frost. He wanted to hit his father. You can't make it up to me.
Last Edited By: wordslikeleaves 08/31/08 05:11:26.
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Pharan |
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MU Senior
Posts: 1430 08/31/08 05:30:35 |
I don't get why girls are so good at writing.
I has a jellus. Anyway, great stuff, Kaye. I love how.. it's like the focus of your art is in the flow of the lines and not in meticulous details that other artists usually stuff in their.. uhm... stuff... generally nice composition on you pics too. Love the funky use of flats and patterns on some of them. Lookin' forward to more.
so.. where you from?            
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wordslikeleaves |
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MU Freshman
Posts: 17 08/31/08 05:45:52 |
Thanks Pharan. Oh, and I'm from New York, but I was born in the Philippines.
More writing for the hell of it (not the same story. I'll work on Gharam later. It's very difficult to write): Kiza's current parents were depressingly white (her words). Her, not so much. Long black hair and lovely eyes, she had been told that her parents (one or both) were of Japanese descent. Kiza had been the name given to her, and unless her foster parents intended to change it that was the name she was going to keep. She had been shuffled around to a number of incompetent adults ever since she was four years old, and being twelve now, the routine was starting to go stale. She insisted she keep her name. That was the only thing she had, her name, and with it she threw tantrums and broke plates of any possible guardians, though as of late she had mellowed, too tired now to argue. The rebel in her had waned into some sort of dull, painful malcontent. Kiza Doherty, Kiza Singherst, Kiza Malloy. How many surnames had to be tacked on to her? She had a tally somewhere, but lost it in one of her old foster homes. Perhaps it was better this way. Forget all the names, calm down, and accept the fact that happiness wasn't going to come punching her in the face unless she made an effort. Love wasn't something she attempted, let alone conversed with. These trendy thirty to forty-somethings did not love her. Whatever. Had she been a more self pitying girl, she would have said she didn't need love, but Kiza was smart enough to know this wasn't true. Changing gears and attempting to accept was just a part of growing up, and it had recently dawned on her that a free ride and a roof over her head was better than being in a smelly place filled with screaming children. At least she had less people who irritated her. The couple who had taken her in were also proving themselves to be very patient, if a bit boring. That was fine. She sat in the porch of her new family's pale yellow house, watching the cars go by in suburban America. It was July, and for whatever reason had been snowing for the past week, She had no complaints about this change in development, donning on her favorite pale blue zip up jacket and molding a small piece of snow in her hands into something that vaguely resembled a turtle. Her foster parents had bushes in their front lawn, and without much thought, she threw the snow turtle at the general direction of the foliage. Kiza heard a rustle in the patch of leaves, and a flash of dark blue. Confused, she left her position to examine the bushes closer, and found that said flash was a cat. "Idiots, why would they dye a cat for? That's just cruel." She picked the animal up, to which she found it giving no protest, and brought it inside. |
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Pharan |
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MU Senior
Posts: 1430 08/31/08 06:04:48 |
Oh. Cool. I was about to say "Random Thought: Where I'm from, 'Kanina' means 'a while ago'"
but yeah... that would've been stupid. XD (that is if you're not kidding about the Philippines part) Welcome to the boards. I'm kinda confused as to why you'd want to put pieces of different stories though.
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wordslikeleaves |
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MU Freshman
Posts: 17 08/31/08 06:10:05 |
Pharan wrote: Kanina is also Norwegian for "rabbit" and I really liked the double meaning, because Gharam is somewhat like Alice in Wonderland. It's just a little homage. I'm putting in pieces because my thoughts are sort of disorganized, and some of the stories are one-shots. I'll probably post Gharam as it comes along though. |
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