#go out there and be curious about how flesh deforms and moves and contracts and acts

[snakeguy999]

Hello ! You are such an amazing artist I really love your art style

Sorry if this may sound annoying to you, but do you have any tips how to get better/draw anatomy

You have such a beautiful/accurate way of drawing it

❤️❤️❤️Tyy!! I am happy to be considered an artist. I'm still at the beginning of my journey into art, so my 'knowledge' is limited! Ouf

Prepare for quite some text

Nr 1 tip is to draw from reference seriously, like actually trying to follow it precisely, not stylising it too wildly(this is for studies, which require that you let go of your comfort); you have a ref and you try your hardest to put it accurately on your paper

Tip nr 2 would be to think critically of the subject, you shouldn't draw just what you see, but instead be aware of its presence in space as a 3d object with faces which are hidden to you by the front

Here are some of my juvenile attempts at the skull, simplified in the style of bammes(anatomy prof you can find his books and drawings online for free, invaluable resources). Here i try my best to understand the *whole* of the object, not just the planes that face me.

the core 3d objects(spheres, cubes, cylinders, cones, alla those) are used to construct, in drawing, anything which exists in our world

An antlion larva is a collection of flattened or sharp cylinders for example

Everything is comprised of simpler shapes, you just gotta develop your eye to find them and your mind to see them as they really are(cubes are a collection of squares in space, cylinders are elipses connected, a cone is just a dot connecting above a circle with its edges)

Tip nr 3 I hated to hear this constantly as I struggled to grasp anatomy(and still do), but:

You gotta start with the skeleton because otherwise any muscles you add to a nebulous puppet will look like nothing. You gotta learn, memorise, and internalise the proportions of the bones, of the body. You gotta learn the way the skeleton looks and acts, the most important being the skull

And it will take a lifetime if you wanna do it right fr but for starters, you can learn it simplified(search up bammes skull and drawings that as many times as you need) and then...

Nr 4: add simplified muscle groups

Nr 5 keep the shapes big, don't get into details when trying to understand the biological body

And the last tip...most important...

Have fun!

Anatomy isn't the sole focus of your skill acquisition, you're not a 'bad' artist for not knowing anatomy yet, it comes with time and a lot of it and a lot a lot a lot of exercise, so don't beat yourself up over it

If you really want it, and with each drawing, you try harder than the last to get things right then anatomy will come to you. So just play around when studying, look up how Kim Jung Gi treats bodies in perspective, and how he puts them in little boxes.

Never forget to flip your canvas(or point your drawing in the mirror) and to take visual breaks from every once in a while or else you won't see the mistakes

Yea! This subject is immense i haven't even scratched the surface but the more you work on your anatomy, the more there'll be to learn

So enjoy your exploring!

[scumcookie]

They tell me I need to stop watching violent mixtapes. What you place in your head, is what it will create. But what if the demons were already there? And I simply lose myself in madness to reassure myself what I experienced was real, humanity is capable of this, and it wont get any better? Better the truth for comfort than a lie. And what is comfort? Waking up to know the dream was false, or that im once again all alone living without a moment of peace. Even in the three hours of sleep I call adequate.

I suffered some kind of accident. Partial degloving of my right leg. I could see bones shifting, a hard plate on my front calf, moving to the touch, spongy fat insulating delicate veins and capillaries and blood flow to the damaged foot. I was using a grocery store paper bag to contain it all together and was more concerned about the shameful noise of the cardboard-stiff brown material crunching with every painful contort and twist as I attempted to walk normally, still amongst stares. But oh we were on a trip and I couldn’t inconvenience everyone. The urgent care wouldn’t take me till Thursday. And even then it was too early as our flight wasn’t getting in then. Whats the point of vacation? Reality awaits upon touchdown, as if in the sky your fears and concerns become compressed, ignored, forgotten, regulated to the fact that we were fucking flying through clouds. And all that mattered was getting back to terra firma, no matter how horrible it will be, because despite a rapid death of depressurization or fire or water landing, having to endure it in such a small space with so many witnesses was the true torture, seconds turning to minutes and your brain compensates for the sheer terror, the shock, laughs arise, phones pull out to record the absurdity despite no electronic devices allowed, why are we to follow the plane rules when other rules and laws and contracts are being broken and we are crashing into pleasant neighborhoods with 2.3 children, picket fences, heated underground swimming pools, curious neighbors, friendly flowers that quit speaking to us long ago.

So I limped back while a boy in a car awaits me to pass by the second time, his mapquest routes written on sticky notes, he places a hand between my legs as I beg him to drive me to the ER. My other ride cancelled. He promised, but didn’t deliver. He said he could order an uber for me. I didn’t know the hotel address where im at right now, with all these people and family who refuse to acknowledge the now blood saturated grocery bag around my leg, im gonna need gauze, tho im a little iffy on putting straight cotton against a raw wound that is already breaking down its own viscera and now we are down to bone.

All I remember is trying to get where I need to go, desperately, I know it’s a hassle for you ALL and its an interruption of what you want, what you want out of me, what you are willing to take without thought consequence or concern. But I have a stump of a leg bleeding out, holding my bones in place with my jaw, no one acknowledges the issue. I just want to get somewhere safe. I know the ER wait time is 5 hours. Why do I keep going on when so many pieces have fallen off at once? Who knows how reliable the rest of this vessel of a being is anyway?

Then the spice girls show up in force, in outfits, in song and dance, they give me shirts saying I survided April fools 2021, dontyou know it’s the end of march and April fools is the only holiday we get to celebrate now, here peel the sticky plastic from your skin, don’t ask how we applied such an impressive gore prosthetic to your leg while you slept, you hardly ever sleep anyway and it was a real challenge, you didn’t notice that the wound didn’t hurt, you probably assumed it was shock or nerve damage, you only noticed the pain of being so completely, so totally, so painfully alone.

The feeling of inconveniencing others. Put them first. Ask for help. Receive none. Im left to bleed out while this impromptu cab driver is interested what is under my clothes. I lie here showing whats under my skin. I cannot ask for help. I know it is not there to be given to me. I cannot rely on you. I can scream and shout how im experiencing a partial extremity degloving and I can peel it back and show you, make you see, but its futile. Your fingers dig at my zippers, tug at my hemlines, I was flawed, deformed, deemed inconsequential, worthless in your eyes long ago, you still wriggle at corpulent flesh, I no longer fear death when I have continued to die every day. I crave peace and I am denied it in my dreams.