#scad grads

[oddnodanim]

‘Fleur di lis’

$200

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[fiirekat]

I graduated!🎓🎊

[kreeture-19]

No, you’re not seeing double! I posted this photo on my other account as well. It's just such a momentous occasion, I wanted to share it again. :)

I'm a first-generation college graduate, and an over-achiever. So, of course, I had to do it twice.

I am now the proud owner of two bachelor's degrees.

(Photo taken and edited by me.)

[gloomy-prince]

I just wanted to say, I started grad school at SCAD at the beginning of the month and part of what inspired me to do so was following you years ago when I was in high school

Oh gosh man, good luck!!! I had some good times there… Genuinely hope it will be more worthwhile to you than my degree in Batman, as they call it 😭

[snowheartsquest]

Intro Post

After being graced with a miracle from StarClan, Snowkit must learn how to survive in this strange new world while healing from trauma she hoped she’d never experience. While making friends, enemies, and a family of her own choosing, Snowpaw begins to heal, all while terror is brewing far beneath her paws. As the Dark Forest breaks free for a second time, Snowheart is given an opportunity to return to her former self, and she must determine where her true loyalties lie and decide whether she will fight with the clans she grew up with or abandon them in their time of need.

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Hello and welcome to Snowheart's Quest! Taking a page out of my friends' books and starting a cat comic haha.

My name is Winn, I'm 21 and a recent SCAD Grad with a BFA in animation. I've always wanted to dabble in comics so this is my excuse to finally give it a go haha

I'm still figuring things out so I cannot promise consistent uploads, but I hope to have fun with this comic and learn something along the way regardless :]

I am writing this fic over on AO3 as well if you want to read ahead!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52357321/chapters/132448276

Some important tags; #snowheartsquest - Main comic pages #snowyquestions - Asks directed to the characters, not necessarily canon but for fun! #winnasks - Asks directed towards me, in case it ever comes up #snowquestart - Other art that isn't the comic pages but are of the characters! #snowther - Text posts related to the comic

Hope you enjoy!

[taffydragonart]

Visiting my alma mater this weekend with the family, attending an event I used to participate in back when I had good knees

Tracy Yardley and @tysonhesse are also SCAD grads, I wonder if they ever come down for the Sidewalk Arts Festival?

Anyway, if I see anything interesting, I'll share some pix over on @taffydrag0n

[deadturquoise]

i need a place to put this

i woke up that morning on a carpeted floor with a bundle of other people. i was still in my clothes from the night before. i opened my eyes to see d____s face on the carpet, opposite mine- in a sort of 69 position. i rememebered talking about the idea of doing only the vocals of a Brand New song for the intro to a set and how that could be cool. i started to remember more about the night before.  

i quit grad school back in march, around st patricks day, after a confusing and painful mere 3 months in savannah. since i finished college, my father was insistent that i “was going to grad school” and i found myself applying for an expensive art school, hundreds of miles away, in a city i’d never been to, basically because a friend of mine had gone there and i’d seen photos of it.  at the time i was ~3 years deep into my relationship with my first real girlfriend, e___. ..i felt pressed more and more to the burner with every day that passed without a response from SCAD. i don’t know if i knew what i was really doing or really even cared. my relationship with my girlfriend was one of the most important things to me. ..i was accepted just days before classes started and had only a few weeks to figure everything out and move. e___ found an internship in new york city for the spring. everything felt rushed, unplanned, undiscussed. i was jealous, arguing a lot with e___ long distance, drinking heavily, fell into a depressed state not knowing anybody or how to integrate myself into a group of students that had already been here for an entire quarter. i flew home for a valentintes day trip where she broke up with me. i stayed up all night drinking coffee at a steak n shake by myself waiting for the sun to rise so i could talk to my dad. my family didn’t offer the support i wanted or needed, but backed up her reasons for leaving. i flew back the next day for the rest of the quarter. while i didn’t quit drinking, i started running for the first time in my life. i’d drive a few minutes down the road to a park where i could be alone to embarass myself. my diet changed heavily. i’d measure everything i was eating, portion out my iceberg lettuce lunches… ration my granola. i dropped a significant amount of weight pretty quickly. i did my best to keep up with my classes, but re-occuring nightmares kept me awake a lot of the time. after a drunken night where i found myself tying a guitar cable around my neck, and then looking everywhere in the house for somewhere to tie it, i decided it was time to call it quits and get out.  

it had been about two months since i’d left school and been back home at my parents house. i’d adapted a totally new persona- opposite of who i was or who e___ knew. i threw out most of my clothes- a lot of things i’d had since childhood. …i didn’t care, i wanted to be the most attractive person i could be. i cut my hair.. i’d go the mall frequently.. collared shirts were a part of my every-day wear… i was out at a new bar every night talking to new people where i could; saying yes to everything.  

i still had quite a few things back in my savannah apartment, which was leased originally through May. i did everything i could to avoid having to go to savannah again with my parents, and eventually convinced this girl, m___, i had recently met to come help me move. …the move was a disaster and we essentially drank at the apartment and beach all weekend, rushing to pack within hours on the final day, and leaving half of the things behind. i wasn’t prepared for the next 24 hours. a friend’s band was playing a huge show in the city that night so i wanted to get home. ohio highway patrol was sure to hit me with a speeding ticket immediately upon entering the state (pulling a u-haul in the right lane and having cars pass me ?) i made it to the show. while i was watching my friends: d____, j__, m____, and p____- i got word from my ex that she was now seeing someone who caused issues in our relationship before and it cut me deep.

after the show we walked down the street to victory’s where i watched this guy serenede a friend of d___’s i liked from the stage. those two have been married for years now. i remember drinking a lot of bulleit in the back by myself and trying not to cry. we all got up, made some breakfast, and d____ took my back to my car, where i found a fresh parking ticket waiting for me. 2 tickets in 12 hours, sweet. when i got home my parents informed me of “our” plan to vacation at the same house as the previous year, where we stayed with e___. i told them i didn’t want to be in that environment and didnt want to go. ..i remember being on my way out the door when this conversation happened. i had cleaned myself up and was going to return the rest of m____s things from the move and talk about what was going on. i sat in my car for a minute, probably caught in a text, before realizing i forgot something inside. when i walked in the garage i could hear from inside- my father screaming at my mother about me and how i needed to “fucking get over it”. i quickly came inside, catching them by surprise.  i remember asking them if they had seen what i was looking for, trying my best to contain the anger over what i had heard behind my back. they blew me off and i slammed the door behind me, walking out. ….my father chased me outside with rage i had never seen, around the back of the house, where he caught my horrorpops shirt with his fist, tearing it off of my body, and then putting his arm around my neck in a chokehold. my mother stood there screaming, i remember pulling my phone out and dialing 911 to get him away from me.

i drove away, shirtless, sobbing, and scared for my life. …i showed up at m____s house and met her mother for the first time, like that. she gave me a hug and her phone number. i showed up at m____s work- i looked insane. i was in shock and didn’t know what to do or where to go. …i eventually came back to my parents house, terrified as to who or what was inside. …my father had gone, and i started packing all of my music equipment. my mother was there. i screamed at her for two hours i think about years of what i’d been feeling. i remember throwing the credit card i was given in her face. i left. the plan was to start playing music on the road and hope for the best. that evening i set up my first solo performance at a friend’s pool party. this was the first show as dead turquoise. this was 10 years ago today.

what have i learned from this? i have fallen apart and put myself together many times and will many times more. …and if i can’t make myself believe that in the times now where i am still falling apart, then i need to take comfort in the fact that i did it once. for that one brief period of time, dead turquoise went at this as hard as we could. i did everything myself, made everything myself, played every show that was offered to me, gave most of what i made away for free. it was my heart and soul. so much of it as a project is intertwined with who i am, or was, as a person. i wrote about what hurt me and screamed about it as hard as i could in an effort to cope with it. somewhere only a couple years in, i stopped playing. it became a point of argument and contention, and became stagnant somewhere as life for me became unstable again, and the space for practice and volume just wasn’t accessible.

i think often about how and if i could or should bring this project back to life.

i wonder if it means something to other people

i wonder if i have always been an asshole

i wonder if i still am

[mood2you]

Isn't there any Pokemon Mystery Dungeon comics where the partner is the human and the protag is just stupid and the partner is making things up because they have anxiety and want to take care of you. And the partner is making up really complex facts like "the reason the PP is different in PMD is it's the absolute value of n(x-2) where x is your special or attack (physical/special split) and stuff. What sucks about PMD comics is there's never good fights. Webcomic cartoonists don't read enough superhero comics so there is no action. But when you play PMD something incredibly stupid happens to you every other hour. But I lost my DS so I have to emu**t* it and when I'm doing that I don't want my RAM to have to multitask so I don't write any notes of funny things so my PMD comic is about everything but

I didn't read any of the good ones like Milos from Home or Shinka The Last Eevee but the current state of Mystery Dungeon Comics is "I am following so many comis with a Riolu that they all blend together"

My problem that I have with my PMD comic is I forget that kids read it. I don't know what I would put it in that's not child-friendly, just black pill stuff I guess. Anyways, yeah. I think PMD comics and Pokemon comics in general, all people love, you can tell because there's some really crude looking comics (my favorite thing about comics that children post, is sometimes the jokes don't make sense) and some good comics and some really slick looking ones (but, most are pretty average. I don't know, now I'm just thinking about that comic of the goofy Lucario and the motherly Infernape, that was stylish, that was a post-grad at SCAD. It was on deviantart.) https://www.deviantart.com/tamarinfrog/art/Riolu-is-Born-Page-1-2-113898437 2009

[noccolibroccoli]

Man of course the goodreads review bomber was a fucking scad grad lmfao

[carinaandtomassavetheworld]

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 Aw, Tomás made a friend. 

[squarecarousel]

Challenge 144: 10 Years, Looking Forward: Coffee Breaks

I wanted to depict a calm moment, where we’re both happy, healthy, safe, and just better versions of our current selves. I’d like to think I’ll get better at giving myself time off and not feeling guilty for it. That we won’t have to schedule time to hang out because I’ve convinced myself I need to work every moment of every day. Here’s to hoping in 10 years, I’ll have perfected my work/ life balance.

In general, I’m pretty sure my partner Greg (They/Them) will have better hair and make-up skills then I ever will! 

Speaking of hair, at the rate I’m greying, there’s no way I won’t be a silver fox by then (Finally achieving my hair goals without the assistance of bleach) ;D

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♡ Graduated from SCAD in 2011.

♡ I’m currently freelance: Mainly working on private commissions, followed by comic covers, and comic pin-ups.

♡ I’m hopeful that in ten years time that my current situation will flip. That the majority of my freelance work will be covers/ pin-ups, with just a few private pieces here and there. OH, and that I'll have about 20 cats XD

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It’s not lost on me how incredibly lucky I am to have had Square Carousel in my life these past 10 years. It’s allowed me to grow as a person and as an artist. Pushing me to illustrate things that weren’t necessarily in my wheel house and broadening my visual language. I had to take a few work related breaks through out the years, but I always looked forward to the day I got to jump back in and get to work with my fellow members/friends.

As silly as it sounds I don’t really think I can properly articulate how much love and admiration I have for my fellow members (especially the admins/ ESPECIALLY Caitlin). They’ve been a rock in my life when I needed it the most (whether they know it or not). ♡

Lastly, a big thank you to all the people who supported S.C. through out the past 10 years! Whether you’re a former member, an amazing guest artist who contributed, or just someone who’s liked our work, it has meant the world to us! 

Elizabeth B.

[oddnodanim]

How to draw expressions

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRttjwu9/

[blueskittlesart]

So I’m aware that this answer might differ from major to major, but how did you decide which schools you wanted to apply to?

hmm i think im sort of a different experience than most people because i’m in a magnet program for kids who want to go to art school, so we get a lot of reps that actually come to our classroom physically to talk to us, and that’s mostly how i decided i wanted to apply to certain places!! I obviously looked at majors and programs i wanted, and location as well, but i had a pretty big community of artists around me to help advise me on what schools would be best for what i want to do  

[mixterglacia]

There are days that my college days feel like a fever dream. By ‘days’ I mean ‘every day’

A sampling of the shit that I can remember:

A teacher bringing an airsoft gun and shooting another in the ass.

The later teacher defending himself with a plastic femur

Going to a rollerderby match for an assignment

Watching lightning strike 3 blocks away, followed by the first hailstorm I’d ever seen.

Being upset when my favorite supply store (Primary) got taken over by Blick.

Getting to be the lead zombie in a zombie walk

Finding out that one of the buildings had no elevators...because a classmate had a seizure and the paramedics had to carefully maneuver the stairs.

BLASTING a song about a gay deer in one ear while talking to a teacher (idk I just find it funny)

One of my roomies was in animation and would practically live at the ani’ building. I only knew she was home bc she left the little ginger packets from her sushi in the fridge for me.

I was in a 4 person room senior year. My two guy roomies were fairly normal, but the one girl (who took the bottom bunk) I only saw like...twice? For the like...first 6 months??? I ended up confronting her and she showed up the next day, took all her shit, and vanished into the night.

Okay I need to set the stage for this one. So I went to SCAD which is a dry campus. It was my first year, my roomie was 19. I absolutely HATED her. ( @ceilingcow​ can attest to this) Looking back at this, I should have reported her, but eh. I digress. So this chick was a major party girl and I caught her on several occasions mixing alcoholic drinks in our bathroom. BTW, she would BLAST music until 2 am. With. No. Headphones. 

The random pedal powered bars? I forgot about those?? What the hell was the deal with those????

The filming of the second spongebob movie. Funfact, they spliced a well known street with Tybee Island. That live action section is so funny because I had no idea they were gonna do that. 

The Thunderbird just...existing? Hey, any current SCAD kids? Is the Thunderbird still there?

My 3D/Sculpture teacher bragging about how strong your project should be. Holding up an alum’s piece, and smacking it...It shattered. I have never heard a class go dead silent so fast. He never addressed it.

A tire factory caught on fire and I got the pics to prove it hang on:

Being next to the convention center and thus seeing the circus set up in our parking lot

DID YALL KNOW THAT JUAREZ CLOSED? I WAS SO UPSET.

ANYWAYS. This is getting outta hand. If you guys wanna share some stories, feel free.

[raedove5]

Gulliver! 

I think we all know why this guy is always falling overboard...(Its that dang Vacation Juice 🙄)

[audrey-connor]

“Misfit Toys”

Something that’s been kicking around in my head a lot lately. First big, front-to-back, blue-line draft comic since graduating school! Went really well. Didn’t kill it (or myself) pursuing perfection with this one; really disinclined to do so, especially with predominantly analogue work.