#this is my first time drawing in photoshop!! i made it for my class and i’m kinda happy with how it turned out

[golemskullz]

leomon said everyone has their own destiny!

[leona-florianova]

Some wild drama happening at my old art high school... New headmaster kicked out three teachers because they liked satirical post on instagram, which made very deserved fun of her. 

She brought it up to police because she thinks liking such posts is participating and enabling bullying and that it paints the school in bad light..  

Meanwhile she is bullying the whole student body along with the teachers/professors..makes Insane rules and  does weird monologues, straight up Umbridge behaviour.. The fact that she hates art and artists and before becoming the headmaster she taught czech... like I remember how she used to berate n ridicule anyone who made even the smallest mistakes...how she made homophobic coments (at liberal left leaning school where at least half of the students are some type of queer)... AND just few hours ago I learned that she got the position she shouldnt have gotten in the first place, because her relative works at the office of our local county representative....while also her, the relative and the county representative are all  KDU-ČSL...Christian and Democratic Union – Czechoslovak People's Party..a centrist conservative party that manages to swing from left to right and right to left depending on need, but always keeps its traditional values - sexism, racism, homophobia, transphobia etc. etc... which is just f*cking abysmal.. 

I am no longer a student at the school.. havent been for years.. but damn as an alumni I feel so fragging bad for everyone who has to deal with her and her regime now... 

[lostcryptids]

For anyone actually curious about my old "cute mothman" design/character I came up with, here are some products I designed about 10 years ago! From my Etsy. I had a lot of fun with this design and started to draw it while i was in a high school class on photoshop. I was fascinated by mothman from a very young age and became more interested around this time. I would want to create things and art with cryptids on it and I liked to draw very cute things (and i still do) at the time so I wanted to make my own version of the creature. One of my first products was the polymer clay brooch, made in 2014. I used to make a lot of these pins and used to custom make the mothman ones. I used to also make a lot of zipper bags, and I loved to draw cartoon mothman and flatwoods characters together like they were dating lol. These designs were pretty much inspired by the actual creatures but my characters in a way. Well I hope everyone found that interesting haha!

[unvale-io]

what inspired you to make unvale

This is a bit of a lengthy response, but I loved drawing growing up (specifically thousands of iterations of Kirby… that was my guy). Eventually, digital art drew me in, and I actually had to build my first computer to run Photoshop to do art and photo editing. I joined a Photoshop class, and after completing the years' assignments in two weeks, I moved on to building my own portfolio of work. Over the course of the year, I learned Flash, made gifs, and built a body of work I created that was proud of–maybe for the first time in my life. Unfortunately, it was on the school computers… Instead of saving my original work, the teacher deleted everything I had made except the assignments. I didnt even get to share with my family. With no community support, losing that body of work and representation of my progress was enough for me to give up completely. My creative journey ended at 14. I think social media today has a similar impact on young creatives, increasing fear of failure and causing the psychological feeling of having your work disappear, unvalued, into the void if it doesn't become popular. Trying to appease the algorithm means you are creating for others and not yourself. And what used to provide connection and community, now causes stress, competition, and lowers self-esteem. The early period of your creative journey is the most important and dynamic. It defines your path forward. It's also the most fragile. We need to build a better space so people don't lose their dreams and end up in tech like me 😉. - Casey, Co-Founder of UnVale

[sincerely-sofie]

Check-in for October 24, 2023

I'm planning on doing regular check-ins that peeps can read or skip as much as they please. If you want to see behind the scenes of my projects or get to know me a bit better, feel free to peek below the cut! If not, just look at this color palette I made for my web dev class and admire it:

I know green and pink are my favorite colors, so I may be just a tad biased, but look!!! Look at how pretty it is!!!

I plan to use the palette for a website that is basically a guided tour of a fictional town that's populated by bug people, and while the colors used in the initial character sketches are still my preference, I don't think they look too bad in this proof of concept image! They definitely need some tweaking, and some details in the art itself need correcting, but all around it's not too shabby :>

I also made the logo for the website which, while uninspired, doesn't look that bad. I'm not in a logo design course, so I can't be too upset about that. I made two versions--- a light and dark one--- so that I could have it appear on most colors of background.

Also, I've printed off tons of art and stuck it on my walls over the past few days to inspire me. The art wall has been very successful in beautifying my space, but I've been a bit too worn out to draw much other than the start of a project where I draw individual generations of pokemon by memory. Venusaur looks exactly like I remembered it, but also nothing like that at all. Charizard's line only looks halfway decent by virtue of Twig existing.

I must say, though, that I am charmed by these drawings' doofy lil grins. Just look at Bulbasaur. He is raring to go! Charmander is ready to shake your hand! Look at these lads!!

I've been trying to learn Clip Studio Paint by drawing a new The Present is a Gift comic in it, but I cannot begin to explain to you all how intimidating of a program it is for me. I'm a Procreate gal, y'all. I have a conniption whenever I look at the Photoshop interface. When I look at this:

I am desperate for the cozy white space of this:

I spent over an hour struggling to draw a simple piece for Instagram, admittedly while desperately trying to get OBS to not give out on me while I recorded my screen, but I think that I'm slowly learning how to not faint whenever the Paint window boots up.

Anyhoo--- enjoy the WIP teaser for the upcoming comic featuring a chat between Dusknoir (piloting a KO'd Twig) and Darkrai amidst a cave-in. If I am found dead, know that said comic worked alongside Clip Studio Paint to kill me.

As an update for The Present is a Gift in terms of the fanfic, I recently broke 6,000 words for the first draft. I haven't been writing too regularly--- when I do, it's usually to just sit down for 30 minutes max to try and get a little bit of a head start on NaNoWriMo coming up--- but whenever I do, the words come in batches of 400-700+ at a time. My dudes, I used to take a week to reach the lower end of that amount. I've been beating perfectionism back with a stick while sobbing "Quantity begets quality! Quantity begets quality!", but since I've set myself a challenge to write as many garbage words as possible without editing them until the first draft is done, I've been writing--- and enjoying the process of writing--- more than I have in my entire life.

I've been trying to win NaNoWriMo, a challenge where you write 50k words in November, for the last 7 years. I resigned myself to being a NaNo rebel and trying to write just 15k words next month. But if I keep cranking out 1,500 words in under two writing sprints per day--- without properly trying to eliminate distractions--- I think I could actually win for once??? I didn't think Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fanfiction would be what gave me a fighting chance at winning NaNoWriMo, but here I am. PMD brainrot truly is a miraculous thing, but I'll have to see exactly miraculous it is on the 1st of November.

So... yep! I probably should have figured out a way to sign off on check-in posts before deciding to publish this. Oops. Welp. Um. Thanks for reading?

Sincerely, Sofie

[nuclearjacks]

4, 16 and 33 for the artists ask game

This is a long post so be warned kdjcjdkdjd vvv

4. A piece you wish got more love

Probably most of my content that isn’t TF related! Would love more interactions on my OC/Sona and other fandom content, especially my BG3 art right now, but I also understand as someone who’s interest based why that stuff usually doesn’t perform well djxndjdj

A lot of people follow an artist for one particular thing and when they don’t make that particular thing, people usually aren’t that interested unless you followed an artist for their style or something (is my assumption anyways djdjdjdj)

Some examples here below vvv (all of which you can find if you search my art tag: jaxsart on my profile!)

But I will say the non TF content that I think was really well received was my Spidersona <3 I got a wonderful fanart piece for her and I’m so happy people loved her design cause I was also really proud and happy with how she turned out. Still planning to make more content for her in the future! She’s pictured below here vvv

16. How do you motivate yourself to draw?

I’m honestly still figuring that one out lol

I usually only draw when I want to since I’m not an artist who relies on commissions or the like to keep myself afloat. But I’ve also been hitting an art funk as of late and while I do want to draw, it’s been really hard to draw cause of the skill I want to incorporate in my drawings now. It either takes me longer or I end up hating the process because of how long it takes or because of how hard it is. So that effects my motivation heavily because all the cons stated above is what makes me not want to draw 😅

I’m currently trying to find a balance of what makes me happy while drawing and how to make my art look good to myself again since I’ve been hating it so much. I’ve been looking into different techniques, learning more in depth lighting and shading techniques and need to do more anatomy studies as that’s getting rusty again and I’ve been getting lazy cjxndjdj

All in all, I still draw when I want to, but I think the big motivating factor is wanting to see the end product. I just want to be able to finish the WIPS I have and the visions I see in my head and get them out into the world so others can see them too. I wanna say that I finally made that thing or actually did it!! That’s probably my biggest motivating factor right now. But we’re still figuring it out 😊

33. Have you taken a lot of art classes?

I took a handful as a kid, got to play with pastels once, made clay art, learned photoshop, learned to paint, a whole bunch of stuff! My parents have always been very supportive of my art and really helped foster a lot of that so I went to plenty of classes through out my childhood and teen years.

When I was in college, the last classes I took were all for my bachelors (which I dropped out of later on cjcjdjfj). I think the most helpful one was my life drawing class though. I’m gonna do one of those stereotypical artist things where I *highly* recommend you take a life drawing class if you want to learn more about anatomy or different techniques to implement into your art. They’re so good for growing your skill massively in a short period of time. My first drawings we did for gesture drawing look horrid compared to my later studies!

Always always always take a life drawing class if you’re able!

Thank you for the asks! <3

[djsadbean]

3,6,13,14 for the ask game! 💛

3. Least favorite things to draw?

I despiseeeeee drawing objects i dont understand xD my minds eye can only fill so many blanks before im on pinterest desperately looking for a good reference to use lol. i think i just hate struggling asdhjkasdha

6. Which artists inspire you right now?

annalauraart is one of my favs atm!!! i do find myself being inspired by textile artists these days :D theres so many but i like the ones who sew their own clothes, bags, accessories, and i like the ones who make those cute mug coasters with punch needling

13. Show your favorite drawing from last year

i've shown this one so many times but ahhhh i can't get over it :3 they're so in love and i think i really nailed the way theyre lookin at each other. like the rest of the world isnt there, just them <3

14. How has your art changed over the years?

all the art is under the cut! (this is very long btw)

July 2015 - I drew me! (im 15 here) I drew this on my mom's ipad. I was having trouble finding my style around this time and i just tried my best lol

April 2017 - (im 17 here) yeahhhh its my voltron era :') ngl i had a good time in the beginning when the fandom was pretty small. i drew every day around this time and it lead to a looooot of improvement which was epic.

June 2017 - i drew this for nerdecrafter and it was a huge moment bc she saw it and loved it! i never really drew irl people so this was super fun and made me wanna keep trying new things :D

June 2017 - trying new things!! i started becoming very ambitious and i was sooo so proud of this painting. i did it in photoshop with brushes i found on deviantart.

August 2017 - i drew this right after a livestream or youtube interview of the va of pidge from voltron saying this teehee she saw it and loved it!!!!!! added more confidence in myself :D

August 2017 - i painted this at school! the new doctor trailer just came out and i was so excited :D i worked on it in my animation class after i got my work done bc we had some new epic computers in there with photoshop and maya yahooo. i think this was my first big painting?? i remember spending a few days on this.

September 2017 - i saw a lot of other artists posting their pencil sketches so i made this one specifically for posting and seeing if the algorithm was indeed leaning toward this. i was correct and this one did very well LOL babys first media and marketing analysis

October 2017 - learning about what makes a small internet comic good! I put this on redbubble and my animation teacher bought it :D she wore it in class and it was very cool (she said she feels this way all the time as a teacher lmao)

December 2017 - learned about side profiles! i tried really hard on this one and tbh i think it was pretty good for that stage in my art

March 2018 - my big hero 6 x voltron au GAHHHH still one of my most viewed videos on my youtube channel. My moms favorite video on my channel too. tbh the process for recreating the background was so tedious so i have mixed feelings about this one lol but man it was huge at the time

June 2018 - wowie non-vld art ! this is tracer from ow in the skin that had just released at the time. i liked playing with the lighting effects a lot :D

July 2018 - yeah more lighting effects :D

July 2018 - my oc prince bread! i didnt really make ocs before this and it started a tiny little series of food royalty. very fun to think of ideas for

July 2018 - i think its still pretty but man i hate those hands LOL i was victim to that trend of putting the two middle fingers together >:c

January 2019 - Okay i know i just said i didnt like that hand trend but here it looks so good. i looooove this painting!!! there are so many mistakes but i think i pulled it off pretty well anyway

August 2019 - another food oc, named princess mac and cheese! it was fun to draw her teehee

August 2019 - my first sponsored post LOL they sent me free shoes but they sucked. im actually trying to get rid of them atm hahaha i learned how to read a contract, amend it, and negotiate. super fun artist stuff lmao

August 2019 - trying new things again with lighting :D also her va saw the post and liked it yahoooo!!!

September 2019 - bought some paint for the first time!!! i was influenced to buy those paul rubens lol i like this painting a lot

September 2019 - i applied to be a monster prom artist and i got rejected wah wah :c my friends were super into the game at the time and they really rooted for me but alas it wasnt meant to be (good thing too bc this took forever and gave me hand cramps lol i wouldve suffered so much with a big workload)

June 2020 - trying painting yahooo!! i got a bunch of winsor and newton gouache tubes for $1 each which was crazy. i still have them!

December 2020 - he has come back!!!!!!!! idk what inspired this but i just wanted to draw worg again :3 i was trying to chill out and draw more loosely here

August 2021 - learning about how to sculpt my art with lighting :D this one still gets notes so thats fun

February 2022 - i've...... never had so many people go wild for a drawing....... :o !!

April 2022 - this freaking guy!!!!!!!! anyway playing more with the idea of sculpting my drawings

April 2022 - made a new oc i LOVEEEEEE and learning to be more chill lol and i was really scared of lineart and color at this point so i was just sketching (it had been so long since i got to draw regularly bc of college so i was having a hard time)

September 2022 - was getting more confident with color again!

September 2023 - yeah i went insane mode on this :D i LOOOVE this one!!!!!!!!!!!!! one of my favs of all time!!!!!!!

January 2024 - yeah i also went insane mode on this!!!!!!!!! this one made me super excited to color and try crazy colors in paintings :D funfact: i was watching jerma play the stanely parable 2 the entire time drawing this :D

this is kinda where im at now! ive learned a lot and it look a long time to get here but im glad i did :D

[lonelyghosts-stuff]

I need motivation and tips for continuing art. I used it do it so much as a kid but stopped doing it as much for a stupid reason. Someone who I became friends with was a better artist. I was never popular but I had used to kind of be a smidge known in my classes for decent art until she came along and everyone admired her more. Now obvs that wasn't her fault and we actually became friends for a while (until she changed and pushed me away down the line in middle school and high school, but that's neither here nor there). Either way, I didn't do it as much and only did it here and there.

I never really had my own consistent style either. It was all just kind doodles and some full sized drawings. I never did well with humans but did decently with like animals and objects. This was all in a traditional sketchbook too. I eventually started some digital art too as my friend did and she had a natural affinity for it. Once again, seeing myself get outdone. I have a bad habit of feeling like a failure when I am not immediately good at something I try, especially when it is something I really really want to do. Over the years I would have random surges of doing art again but would often get distracted by other things and feel too overwhelmed to pursue the hobbies I like, especially in high school and me now at 21 in college.

I am pursing a degree in animation but haven't even started the actual animation class itself, mostly just the general education requirements and then some other art classes. I finished 2D design, 3D design, drawing, and life art. I feel like my art has gotten decent for objects and animals still, but I struggle with humans. And unfortunately my life art class was pretty awful with the teacher mostly focusing on a few things regarding the body (which don't get me wrong, was helpful at first) and just assigned busy work like 20 skeleton sketches or 10 skulls and 5 full skeletons or whatever and every single class was gesture drawing of the nude models we had and progressing to shading. Again, don't get me wrong, those are definitely important and helped me with improving my skills, but what bugged me was not only how repetitive it was (it felt like my progress plateaued very early into the class as it just became the same thing every time with the teacher not being super engaging), but the fact we never got into the main thing I struggled with when drawing people; the human face.

I am trying to reteach myself how to draw now, having done that life art class like 2 years ago now. I am watching tutorials which have helped a bit, but I think my main issue is not practicing as consistently. A huge factor being motivation. I often get busy so when I have down time, I'd rather do something mindless instead of intentional work like practicing art that I am not gonna like. And when I do draw, even the things I used to think I was decent at like animals and objects and sceneries, I hate them. They look so flat and lifeless and they look super inconsistent style wise when you compare the different aspects of the drawing. It makes me feel unmotivated and scared about my future.

How can I be an animator when I can't even be happy with a still drawing I have made? I adore 2D animation. I adore art. I have so many ideas I can fully visualize in my brain but as soon as pencil touches paper or stylus to tablet, it's like I am a toddler learning how to write. Especially on digital art because I always feel like I am doing something wrong or in the most inefficient way possible. Don't even get me started on the fill bucket tool on drawing programs never actually filling in the full space I want them too and lines never being fully solid and having weird fuzzy edges that make coloring in weird. Even when I try to look up fixes for this it never seems to work (I swap back and forth between drawing in the free program Krita and Adobe Photoshop I have temporarily while in college).

There is the part of me that wants to give up, but then the strong part of me that refuses to because I know this isn't just some random ADHD hyper-fixation I have gotten. It has been a consistent interest of mine since I was in elementary school, fluctuating based on motivation and other external factors, but never something I stopped being interested in. I dunno. I guess I just needed to rant. I need to keep practicing, I know, but I wish I had someone directly next to me at all times giving me the perfect advice and helping me immediately see where I am messing something up or whatever so my improvement can be faster lol. Idk who will even read this. But oh well.

[jaymber]

First off I wanna preface this by saying I haven’t been in the CP2077 fandom for very long and I’ve been following you for even less time but I absolutely adore your ocs, and seeing them cross my dash makes me smile every time I also love reading the tidbits of lore around them..I truly love them and everything you do and I cannot wait to see more 🖤 -ps do you think you could maybe do a up close of gabby’s tattoos? I’m real curious about them

Welcome to the fandom and thanks so much for your kind words! It means a lot to me!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

And sure! I can do that, but keep in mind that I can't focus on modding more than like, an hour, so all their tattoos are rushed! Well, Gabby only has one technically, the other marks on their body are either supposed to be a birthmark or scars (I'll get around to make them into real scars eventually but... y'know...)

And hope you don't mind me rambling a little either! So here's a Keep Reading!

Oops, had to make Gabby bald for that one hehe 🤭

I'm gonna preface this by saying I can't draw, all these were taken from free vector sites. These are four different filigree images I put together, plus the sign of Venus (♀).

The thorns filigrees are a reference to Jesus' crown. Gabby got their tattoo after being fired from Militech for blowing their cover as a double agent and left for dead by Arasaka assassins. It's a symbol of their rebirth, but also a symbol they rejected their father's power (he's a descendant of the founder of Militech) to join the "mortals", the lower class.

The two other filigrees I used are inspired by rococco art, which is known to be a pastel and irregular artstyle with too many details. It suits Gabby's personnality.

The sign of Venus is both a nod at their gender (they partially identify as a woman) and their essence as a cambion (half-succubus). Lucifer is the former name of the planet Venus. Their stage name is Venere di Luce, Venus of Light.

Gabby has other markings on their body. Two scars and a birthmark.

Gabby's birthmark is a reference to the number of the Beast. I was inspired by The Omen. So, in some occult beliefs, the term "Antichrist" refers to all children born from a demon and a human, not just Satan. It's just another sign that Gabby isn't fully human.

Their scars are both branding marks made from hot iron and Holy Water. The one on their neck isn't as visible usually, I used Photoshop tools to make it clearer. It's the symbol for the Death's-Head Moth, a XBD "studio" who hired Gabby after they were fired from Militech since they cannot die, making them the "perfect doll" for them to play with.

It was applied to them shortly after they started hanging more and more with Maelstrom. Gabby had agreed for the scene, since they thought the mark would fade away pretty quickly. They didn't know the DHM's leader knew about their demonic nature. It's just there now. Forever. It'll always hurt a little bit.

The second branding scar is a symbol of Maelstrom. Gabby eventually broke their contract from the Death's-Head Moth to work with Maelstrom instead. They didn't want an initiation cause they like their face a little too much for that, so they chose a different approach to make themself an official associate of the gang.

They were publically branded by Royce, and yes, it was extremely painful. The scar looks right on some angles only. I'll make them into real scars eventually!

Also, I'm using your nice ask to say that I've changed Gabby's eyes to give them a more unnatural look! They're literally the goat now 🤭

[faerie-starv]

Deviantart Anniversary/Story

I forgot to post this two days ago so here it is. Warning, it's a long story so I hope you have a free time to read.

I created my very first social media account was Deviantart on October 6, 2007. I was living in Orlando for attending college and it was my first time being away from home, renting an apartment, and creating my own account. I started college in July 2007 and was majoring for Multimedia Design(which changed into Digital Media). A week after I started my second quarter, I decided to create my DA account. Quick note, here's the link of what Deviantart looks like back in 2007 by using Wayback Machine so you can get the idea.

Before I made my account, I first discovered the site back in early 2006 when I was browsing through Kingdom Hearts fan site and went to the gallery page section. It was showing fan art from other fans with links of their social media sites(MySpace, Deviantart, etc.). One pic I found was none other than the artist is called Keysha-chan as she was a huge Kingdom Hearts fan and drew them as cute chibis by using Copic markers. I checked out her DA page and I was amazed of her talent as she's the same age as I am. She not only drew KH but she also drew Final Fantasy, Fullmetal Alchemist, Jax and Daxter. She even made her own manga by creating her original characters, Elemental Goddess. She's no longer on Deviantart as she's now active on Instagram(which I follow her) and changed the username to KeyshaKitty.

After I created my DA account, she was the first person I watched. I saved the tutorials such as the markers and plushies. I learned some of it as I'm still learning how to use markers(you'll probably see some of them on my Tumblr page). She was the reason why I created my DA account. Back then, there was a lot of great art; fan art, original art, photography, CSS layouts, etc. There was no AI, people don't mind the 'cringe' art, no one accused you of being 'racist/homophobic/etc.', no SJW's, no walking on eggshells, and so forth. Sure, there was art theft and some trolls but nothing too major like what's happening on Twitter/X or on Facebook today.

I posted my first journal entry and introduced myself then went on following/faving spree.

I couldn't post my artwork till two days after I made the account because I didn't have printer/scanner back then and can only rely at college. It was Sunday when I first logged in and the school was closed. I couldn't upload my pics on Monday as I was starting my class and stay behind to use their Photoshop programs(back then, I didn't have Photoshop). I posted this pic on Tuesday as it was my OC's(which it needs some serious update and I'm making changes) while using some Photoshop. Please excuse my crappy pic as I didn't know what Mary Sue was or that the anatomy was way off. I am planning to remake the pic in the future.

As the date says, I was using the school's computers to put together my pic and it was before I made the account.

I later posted few more pics; two of them were my oil paintings I made when I was sixteen and one photo of Lake Placid, FL that my family used to go on weekends.

Later on, I watched another user who goes by Lily Pily and she was a big Nightmare Before Christmas/Corpse Bride/Kingdom Hearts fan. I read her crossover fan comics and loved her OC's which she became the first deviant to do an art trade with. I asked her if she can draw Emily from Corpse Bride while she asked me to draw her OC also named Emily. This is not my best pic of her as I'm still learning how to draw humans.

I'm also planning to redraw her as well. I'm hoping to follow Lily Pily's other social sites but I don't think she has any besides Deviantart. I still want to keep following her for her art.

I finally got around to post my first DA ID but I kinda traced the figure from the books so you can see how different it is(not proud of it hence why I later took it down).

My god, that pic looks awful! Tracing doesn't help either so it certainly does not make my pic better. The dress is so much cringe as it was based on my old Halloween fairy costume but the colors are just, ugh!!! The wings aren't very good and the pastel colors doesn't mix very well with the dress. This is why I took the pic down a year and a half later. This is what my fursona looked like back then before seeing the current version you see today. There's a reason why I don't like tracing nor using bases(like what I did on my ponysona for Neocities) because it just limits me from doing things. I want to be in control of things.

During 2007 and 2008, I didn't really gain any watchers except two who I know in real life. I also didn't get faves nor comments either until 2009. It was because of two things; one is that I didn't socialize with others nor joined clubs(before it turned into groups) hence why I lack of gaining watchers. Second is that my art was mostly non fan art and I just focused on creating my OC's but sadly, no one was interested in them. :( It wasn't until in 2009 is that I bought myself a digital camera from Walmart and started taking photos. Once I posted them on Deviantart, that's when I gained more watchers, comments, and faves. I still owned this camera to this very day.

Yeah, I used Adobe Illustrator to draw my camera. Loved that camera!

I took a bunch of photos mostly from theme parks and city downtown as well as flowers and birds. So photography is one of the reasons why my page is getting attention but another thing I've done is creating crystal orbs for fun.

Those gained a lot of popularity. Then I started to create my Fakemon, Faerie Mews based on the elements.

The first one was a Fire Faerie Mew(the other is the Chinese Fire Faerie Mew) then I created four more. I ended up making a final pic of four main elements. I really loved making them and I am planning to remake them in the future. I do want to finish the Chinese Elemental Faerie Mews as I only did one but didn't get around to finish.

I would love to post more of my old DA artwork here but I'll have to save it for other time as I can only limit on how many I can put in this post. I just wanted to post the story of my DA anniversary to share it with everyone.

If your asking me about my DA account, don't bother because I closed it back in January due to the site being overrun by AI and the admins stopped caring about the artists. I already removed my pics a year before they allowed AI(thank god I did that) to make it easier for me to clean up and deactivating the account. I've been on DA for fourteen years(fifteen if I choose to stay) before calling it quits.

So now I'm moving on here, Inkblot, Square, and Neocities to post my art. Hopefully you guys enjoyed my long ass story.

[tryst-art-archive]

Nov. 2012: "ThirdEssayD1_ScrapForParts.doc"

An unfinished start of an essay for my nonfiction class.

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            I have a poor memory where my own life is concerned. My mind tends to be overactive, busily poring over every moment, every word, of my present and past, constantly revising and editing them down to their barest parts, turning them into legendary events instead of actual moments of time. The end result is that, when asked about my life and its formative events, I provide not so much an accurate account but a ritualized and carefully formulated myth that, while wholly based in fact and actual happenings, cannot be definitively confirmed, much less by me. This same process watches everything I do and say, commenting upon my actions and then commenting again upon the thought about the actions and so forth and so on down the line; the space in my head is a babble of thoughts, and I am at my most functional when they are a rumbling background noise from which only an occasional impression emerges. Conversely, when my mental rumble solidifies into a single, articulate stream of thought, into actual words, I become utterly dysfunctional, suddenly clumsily failing to accurate complete tasks that were second nature a moment ago, whether that means printing a flyer to fit an letter-sized sheet of paper or simply breathing in a normal fashion. (I forget how to breathe three to five times a day, usually when I’m on the train, and often because I can’t hear my breathing over my headphones and some other passenger looked at me askance like I’ve committed a social faux pas at which point my mind erupts into tangible thought to ask, “Oh god am I breathing loudly?!” causing me to think about how breathing works.) About two to three times per week, walking eludes me, usually when I remember previous compliments from past sexual partners on either my rump or my consistent and daily ability to walk in high heels, and I spend the rest of the day chanting “Heel toe! Heel toe!” in my mind, occasionally skipping a couple of feet because my rhythm might be off, visually. I sometimes forget how my facial muscles work as well, smiling longer than I’m used to—which admittedly isn’t very long; years of cultivating invisibility have provided me with a default facial expression that is at best morose and at worst downright unfriendly—and then, suddenly strained by the fatigue of holding my cheeks and mouth and eyebrows in an upright position, I have to roll my features around in an effort to relocate normal.

            Verbal thinking decimates me, emotionally as well, ultimately destroying my ability to feign normalcy until, through chance, I sink back into my comfortable state of floating buzz. I often don’t remember the things I write, especially if I or others wind up liking the results, and back in the days when I was visually artistically inclined, the same was true of my sketches and digital drawings. In the summer before my senior year of college I took on a graphic design internship at a magazine company which began with a panicked me constantly thinking verbally about every little design decision and whether or not my new, temporary coworkers would approve. The results were atrocious, worse than work I’d made for classes the semester before that had landed me this internship in the first place, worse than poorly Photoshopped posters I’d made for my high school’s literary magazine or indeed the pathetic attempts at InDesign use I’d managed for that very magazine. It wasn’t until despair at every being able to feel even remotely comfortable or accepted at the internship in question set in that I relaxed at all and my verbal monologue moved away from my design choices and to how ridiculous it was that my current coworkers were handcrafting Caesar salads for lunch while I hid behind my uncomfortable Mac eating Lunchables that I began to turn out any designs that were worthwhile at all. Of course, by then I’d managed to quietly break and then repair the computer I’d been loaned by first unintentionally loading over thirty thousand fonts onto its hard drive and then hand-deleting them until I could open InDesign without the computer crashing; the quality of my free advertisements and newsletters were the least of my worries. In fact, as the internship went on and I became less and less interested and invested in it and more and more certain that I was utterly useless and had damned myself forever in the eyes of my coworkers simply by existing, the better my work became, eventually becoming portfolio-worthy. I’d seen the same effect in my photography as well; a shot carefully constructed and planned out inevitably had a car passing by at the worst moment or an obvious light stand at the edge of the frame or my thumb in the corner, but if I sketched a quick thumbnail of an idea for a shot, gathered up a model or a prop and vaguely threw myself at taking that photograph and simply seeing what rolled off of it otherwise, I wound up with solid images that I could feel a little proud of. And why? Because my mind was barely involved, or at least I wasn’t consciously aware of what I was doing; I was merely doing it.

            When I write well, if I write well, I typically start out consciously aware of my words, selecting them and putting them down, for any number of pages, until eventually I stop knowing. I enter what I can only call a trance state in which words fall onto the page via my fingers and keyboard, and I do not know that they are happening. I effectively black out, and when I come up out of writing I breathe like a surfacing swimmer—to abuse a simile—and do not remember what I have written. I generally know the gist of it, have some sense for what occurred, but I absolutely never remember the actual words. Most of them are familiar, but when I have done well, I find a gem or two, a sentence here or a word choice there that strikes home and that I simply cannot remember having ever put down, as if someone else put it there. Yet I am the only one here, and so I must have done it.

            It is the same phenomenon that allows me to breathe properly one moment but not the next; my mind’s involvement, or rather my mind’s lack of involvement, is directly tied to my level of success in any matter. Writing is merely the most extreme form of that phenomenon. I suppose I could be experiencing a sampling bias in this matter—I am one of those infuriating people who has never had to try to succeed, and while that’s mighty convenient in most academic settings, it turns out it’s a violently debilitating factor in the real world in much the same way that growing up without any hardship whatsoever tends to generate entitled brats instead of well-adjusted, useful citizens, to put what is probably going to be an unpopular opinion out there—but it is at least what I perceive to be true.

            For most of my life I’ve had a hard time distinguishing between reality and fantasy. This isn’t to say that I have spent many years in a state of delusion or that I ran around believing dragons were real long past their expiration date; it’s much more subtle than that. I typically have very bizarre dreams that, usually, either mimic video game logic or actually feature a stereotypical video game user interface with health bars and ammo trackers and mini-maps and scores overlaid onto the dream proper. On the occasions when I have realistic or, at least, believable dreams, I spend anywhere from three days to three months believing that they have happened. The illusion is only ever broken—if it’s ever broken—by something missing. For example, I once dreamt that my high school drama club director gave me an important role in an upcoming play and that she had given me a certificate to prove it. Perhaps the certificate and the inclusion of a tub of goo in the dream should have tipped me off to the unreal nature of the dream, but the school’s auditorium looked exactly like the school’s auditorium and the drama director was entirely herself, physically and mentally, and so I missed the obvious. It wasn’t until we were a month into rehearsals for the play that it dawned on me that I had a bit part—one that I had been rehearsing and practicing for a month—and that the dream-memory had never, in fact, happened. Within my memories and on an emotional level, the dream’s truth trumped a month’s worth of factual actuality.

            That was probably the last time, that I can recall anyway, that I had such an extreme reality break. My disassociation from reality was worse back then; I’ve become more and more fixated in the actual moment as I’ve aged and begun to manage my own affairs and therefore my own survival. The disassociation has hardly disappeared entirely, however. Typically, I simply don’t feel myself, the things around me whether people, places, or things, or events occurring in my life to be real. It’s all just a hazy, unending fog. I can distinctly recall one occasion on which the fog lifted.

            The moment occurred in high school as well, on a weekday afternoon like any other. I was home alone, my parents being at work, and I was at the familial computer, my home and my refuge since the tender age of thirteen, when all at once I felt the facts of my existence. It manifested as a crushing weight which I visualized as a series of tombstones stacking up on my back, ascending past the ceiling as a morbid skyscraper. I felt the absolute certainty of my impending and, relative to the universe, quickly approaching death; I had the complete knowledge that in a blink of an eye I would be wholly responsible for myself and that, really, I already was, that everything I existed as and everything I had ever done and everything I had ever felt was, one way or another, directly my fault, and that my unending and overwhelming unhappiness was entirely my own construction and mine to dismantle. I knew that life as it existed at that moment would disappear, that my cats and family and friends would all die and that all of those things were impermanent even without the threat of death, and I froze, stymied by the sudden knowledge that everything that was happening was real. That thought echoed in my mind, leaving my paralyzed and horrified, completely at a loss.

            All of this occurred within a second, and the moment passed as immediately and inexplicably as it had come, and my dreamlike fog settled on me again, though thinner than before, and it was some days before the afterimage of the grave on my spine fully dissipated.

            When I was five or seven—pardon my fallible memory—I spent most of my nights trying to imagine death. I was raised a Roman Catholic and attended CCD and church, but the idea of heaven was, even then, completely implausible to me. They told me there was a benevolent and loving God, but if that was true then everyone should be happy, but they weren’t. They told me that God always listened but on the one or two occasions I prayed to him to ask for something—on both occasions it was for No School Tomorrow—the prayers went unanswered which seemed unfair because it wasn’t like I asked for things all that often, and all things considered I was a pretty good kid. These things contributed to my skepticism, but the clincher on my early aethieism was the day they told me that animals didn’t go to heaven. I never voiced my doubts, but they went something like this: Heaven is paradise, i.e., the place where everything is happy all the time forever. In order for me to be happy, my cats must be with me. Animals don’t go to heaven which means cats don’t go to heaven which means that when I go to heaven, I will be unhappy. Which means it isn’t heaven because I’d be stuck there without my cats forever. From there I got to wondering about what happened to the families of “bad people”? When the Bad People got sent to hell, didn’t that mean their families were miserable in heaven, like I would inevitably be? Or was it that the Bad People went up to heaven so that their Good People families would be happy? But then wouldn’t that mean that everybody was in heaven? So then hell was pointless? I couldn’t reconcile the ideas and, in the end, was forced to conclude that the whole Catholicism thing was a sham. (Over the years I went from aethiest to agnostic to aethiest to agnostic and now finally I just don’t give any kind of damn at all, though I still abhor organized religion as a concept.)

            Well, if heaven and hell didn’t exist, then that meant there was no afterlife, and that, of course, meant simply not existing after death. It made the most sense, and I still hold to that opinion: Just Dead. So, as a child, recently convinced within her own mind of the fallacy of the after life, I spent most of my bed time, before I fell asleep, trying to imagine being dead.

            I would lie very still, like a plank, and close my eyes, and try to breathe as little as possible, holding stillness within myself. I would then will my entire personality away and try to embody someone who does not exist. This is very hard to do, and I’d frequently get caught up in thinking of how dark or cold it was, being dead and not existing, and then I’d realize that dead, nonexistent people don’t think or feel so I wouldn’t notice the dark or the cold and I wouldn’t be thinking about it so stop doing that. And I’d try to still everything within me again, and eventually thoughts would bubble up again, and I’d quell them again, and so on until I fell asleep.

            Later, when puberty set in and brought with it a pile of depression, I repeated this same exercise as an effort to will myself to death. Willing oneself to death, it turns out, is also very tricky.

            My first memory is of a dream. In the dream, there is a baby that I instinctively know is me. I am not in her perspective; I am floating outside of her, looking at her glare at her surroundings and wave her piggy arms and legs that I loathe, quietly. She’s in a car seat—it’s white with primary colored polka dots gathered together like the Wonderbread logo—that is set on a long, folding table of plastic and fake wood paneling. I have confirmed with my parents that they owned this car seat, and I did, in fact, sit in it as a child. I know the table existed because I saw it many times throughout my childhood and adolescence; the table both in dream and in reality were in a dim marbled function hall of linoleum tiling, ugly striped wallpaper with white wood paneling, and fake, electric candle sconces. This was the function hall at the Knights of Columbus in [...] (which recently declared bankruptcy, a relic of my childhood gone), a place my dad bartended at for many years and which I spent many post-elementary school afternoons roaming about.

            In the dream, I remain focused on baby me, somewhat elevated above her, aware of the table and the car seat and the speckled linoleum floor and the dim wall sconces. There are shadows all around her, falling onto her curled fists, and there is the hubbub of laughing and talking relatives—my relatives. The shadows belong to my maternal grandmother and my great-aunts. They are laughing and chatting and drinking wine, and this is some kind of party for me, about me, to do with this baby on the table who is me but who I am outside of, staring down, disliking. I do not know if this party happened in actuality, but it wouldn’t surprise me if it did.

            I wake up from the dream at age five, in a room painted Strawberry Fields pink with an ugly salmon carpet and fake wooden door. I do not know who I am. My mind is utterly blank. There is nothing but absence within it, a feeling that I should know this place, should know myself, should remember something, but I do not and I stare at the far wall, bolt upright in my tiny twin bed with its glow-in-the-dark dinosaur sheets and Barbie princess pillowcase, clutching those fossils in two upraised fists.

            It seems a long time that I sit like this, but it must have been only a few seconds. Facts begin to pour back into me. My name: R[...] R[...] M[...], just like that, as you’d write it at the top of a test on handwriting; then my phone number and my address, just as you’d recite them to a police officer if you were lost. My spreadsheet filtered back into me, and as it did so I got out of bed and walked slowly, stunned, to the door. It opened out into the kitchen, and that felt familiar and new at the same time, and at the wooden kitchen table there was a woman with dark brown hair like mine and a sad mouth like mine and deeper, blacker eyes than mine, and she was reading a small novel, and she looked up at me as I walked out, and almost smiled, but seemed to see something wrong so that the smile became concern and she asked something or said something with a question mark—something like “Good morning, honey...?”—and still dazed I did not answer but sat in the chair next to her and curled up and I thought to myself in the clear, slow language of one in a haze who tries to define what is inexplicable before them, “This Is MOM.”

            I don’t remember anything after that, but I know she was younger then.

            I want desperately to live the world through someone else’s mind. I crave knowledge of experience besides my own. I want to know what it’s like to be a man and have a penis—my friends and I have joked for a long time that I have worse penis envy than my transgendered roommate who is currently preparing for surgery to remove his breasts—and I want to know what it’s like to be a social person who goes out and has fun and parties and knows so many people and does drugs and all of the rest of that lifestyle. (Logically I know I could do these things, but it isn’t in me; that isn’t who I am and the prospect of half of them is a terror. It took me until I was twenty to even accept the idea of alcohol and people drinking it; before that, I conceived of non-adults who drank as Bad People.) I want to understand the world through the eyes of the certifiably mentally diseased and through the certifiably healthy so that I can determine both where I fall on that spectrum and whether or not there’s as much difference as there appears to be. I want to live life as a cat and a fox and then a deer or a bird and a jellyfish and a shark or maybe an amoebae or a virus and thus understand the world and whether animals and humans are all that different because logically, biologically, we shouldn’t be. I want to be a plant and learn if they feel. I want to be a rock and then I want to be a cloud and then I want to go back to humans, complex as they are, and be a baby but remember this time and be an old geezer and not lose all the rest of these memories and I’d like to be President for a little while and a garbage man for a little while and a heroin addict for a little while and every single person I know or have ever met and I want to understand everything. I have always felt trapped inside here—not in my body, in my mind. It’s like a cage; there’s so much world out there, and I can only perceive a tiny sliver, and I am physically or, in some cases, emotionally incapable of exploring it fully, and I so want to know it, and I’m endlessly frustrated by my inability to step out of my head and simply be someone or something else.

            But, you know, more often than that, I fantasize about not existing. Not dying, per se, just disappearing out of the world like a ghost fading with the dawn, and when I indulge in these fantasies I lie rigid in my bed with my eyes closed, trying to be still, right down to the breathing I don’t always remember how to do, and I find some way to disappear, like a character exiting a novel, and the perspective shifts and suddenly I am my friends, and I watch them live out their lives, and I know it all, and that is contentment.

[morningimnew]

Science is fun but do you remember drawing?

Everyone has done art some point, as a class I mean, in most countries it's a staple part of the curriculum to some extent, and then most of us stop. I recently went through this specific blog. I'd made it years ago after getting my first laptop, a Mac no less that my dad had decided was now outdated for what he does. As a teen Mac user you quickly realise that gaming is a near impossibility, save for a handful of indie titles and older games and if you are avid enough you play through all the good ones very quickly and you are left with an expensive art station. I say art station because apple themselves advertise as the artists choice and I was painfully aware of that so I picked up photoshop and with the daunting complexity of it quit soon afterwards. But thats all besides the point I posted what little I made remnants of a budding digital artist you could say. At the time I was also doing art as a class in school and looking at these posts of a failed digital artist I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed doing art, some of my fondest memories are of sneaking into the art rooms during break and lunch to hang out with my friends, or ditching chemistry class to finish last weeks art assignment. It was so much fun. Now however I'm a STEM student in university toiling away at formula, physical expressions and load problems, its a different type of enjoyment, I love it here but looking through these old posts I remember that joy that painting and sketching brought these tired hands. I think im going to relearn how to draw again.

[naveenkumarchandra]

The beauty of Starting-Up.

I remember in my college, around 2012, I & Animesh Chandra had come up with an idea. We had, with a group of friends & some seniors started to delve a lot into startups & were quite deep into the culture by then. We took the idea & brainstormed over it for a few days, chalked out some mind maps, made some sketches and also drew a rough business plan. We named our potential brand (Idea Mutation Labs), In our idealism, we decided to write to some potential investors. Since we knew we’d be able to build our team, we thought to skip a lot of steps and seek funds to go all out aggressively. We wrote to a lot of people, the who’s who in the venture world. We knew that chances of any response were slim, if any. But to our utter joy, a very senior corporate leader, then at Times Internet responded positively. He invited us to talk to him & present him with our idea at his office in Gurgaon. It was such an exciting time for us. We made a PPT & went into his office to talk to him, our shabby college 2nd year selves. He showed a lot of interest but we were way off, he pointed out some mistakes, very obvious now that I think about them but asked us to meet him again if we are able to address them. We were of course disappointed but at the same time, we were very happy. We had just met an industry leader who saw some potential in our idea & gave us time when in fact all we had was just a PPT and a vision. That fact instilled a lot of confidence in us.

Though most people in my personal circle also don’t know about this but this has been a key incident in my life. I want to share this with everyone as I see many people with great ideas and potential are stuck with “what will they think or what if they laugh at us”. I want to say, if you never try, you’ll never know. Also, craziness is crucial, it’s important, it’s indispensable in fact if you wish to make an impact, make a dent.

We were not able to address the issues he raised but we did work on a separate idea (Mad Mills) & we did take it many steps ahead and launched it and it was at that time a very promising venture. It didn’t work out due to some other reasons but I like to believe what we got to learn from our previous experience made us both believe in ourselves even more. That is why I am not afraid of messaging or mailing anyone if I have an idea (messaged very senior officials at Google for a project I did in probation and they responded, messaged very senior officials in GoI and GoWB about it and they responded as well). I also know it for a fact that Animesh has gained so much out of his experience, be it learning photoshop for the first time or the art of drawing a Business Plan.

No matter what your goal is, I strongly advise all to get some startup experience, a couple of years when you are young is ideal.

PS- Find below a poster and our logo of Mad Mills. Like they say, class is permanent.

#experience #startup #startups #startupculture #hustleculture

[tpachecoarts102-01]

8/26/2022

Being someone who has never made a piece of digital art or even opened up photoshop before, I was a bit intimidated when starting this class and project. After spending time in Design class and a few hours on YouTube I learned that working in photoshop is quit a simple process. I wanted to make an album cover for the Red Hot Chili Peppers for my first snippet, and did so by combining a few pictures and text that represents the band's tone and unique 1990's punk and hippie look, and feel. The second image I created was a cosmic entity, with the words "Look On" in the bottom right hand corner. The snippet is supposed to be a representation of being lost in a dream like state where you are looking for answers to your problems and the only thing you can do is to look on. I am still not done with either of the images. I plan on editing and playing around with the color and positioning of the words in both images.

Reading chapters 1 and 2 of Becoming a Graphic and Digital Designer showed me what it is like working as a graphic designer. Before I didn't view being an artist as a business, I thought it was a secluded work environment. I've created paintings and drawings my whole life which I've done in a solo way so, reading that a lot of graphic designers work in groups up to 10 and more surprised me. Lynda Decker describing how the people she prefers a diverse group of people to work with showed me that there is more of what goes into these digital images than what I thought.

[jasmine1304]

Fundies Reflection

Before starting Fundamentals, I went into this class only knowing little about all the different software used. I had used Photoshop and Illustrator before, but not in-depth how we used them during the 9 classes we had. During these lessons, I learnt a lot about each program and had a lot of fun using them more in-depth, along with using software I hadn't used before (InDesign) but thoroughly enjoyed. I learned many new tools I never thought I would use on the software I've used before; this allowed me to appreciate graphic designers and how they create their art using this software. It definitely ain't easy, but it was still fun to apply what I knew to each lesson and learn new skills I can adapt to future projects and tasks.

Illustrator :

Illustrator was the first program we used in class; using the pen tool was extremely difficult, and creating specific shapes with it was hard. As a perfectionist, I tried my best not to let it get to me too much and made it as well as I could while following the instructions. This software was my least favourite, but over time, I will gain more confidence and draw vector shapes more precisely.

Photoshop:

I used a little Photoshop last year when I earned my certificate in Digital Media and Design, but not to this level; I knew a little about the software, so it was interesting to see what you can achieve in Photoshop. I do enjoy editing, so it was a fun experience. Still, since I had also missed a lot of classes due to going away, I wish I had put in more effort and done a better job at following the briefs; some of it I did miss reading, which was my fault, But again I, would have liked to do better next time while using photoshop.

InDesign:

InDesign is my favourite of the three; even though I wasn't in class and had to do this part at home, I found this software more straightforward to understand, and it made more sense to me. I picked up on making a booklet fairly quickly and making margins, columns and page numbers were fun. I have had some things like this before, so using this software wasn't hard to pick up on; I really enjoyed adding in the text and creating columns with text wrap that was interesting and fun; I can't wait to learn more about this software and develop a book out of it.

I had missed out on a large chunk of classes due to going away midway through starting the class; I was a bit disappointed that I wasn't able to do work due to being busy, and this led to me falling behind in this class and having to catch up over the holidays. In the future, I will keep on top of everything and have a plan to help me get through the lectures and tasks I have missed out on.

Overall, I wish I had done better on all my tasks and put more effort into creating them and following instructions properly. This was a setback for me, and personally, I am a little disappointed in myself, but the only way I can achieve this is to not let myself get caught up in the negatives when it comes to tasks using these software's.

[ablogmadebyjose]

COLLAGE/DO IT YOURSELF | BURNING IT ALL DOWN

Topics of interest

Paper Cutouts | Childish, amateur, playful

An interesting concept for me to pursue, could develop into different compositions. Good form of media to attempt depth and layering.

Collage | Sustainable, re-use, aesthetic

A close tie-in to my own visual style which means I could create a fairly strong composition.

Do It Yourself | Literally anything!

Endless possibilities, no limits.

CHOSEN TOPIC -> COLLAGE/DO IT YOURSELF(?)

This is it, the final illo of the semester. 9 pieces of work later, I knew I wanted to keep this one to congratulate/mark the end of my second year at design school.

Creative Concept

For the final weekly exploration of the semester, I wanted to create a piece that ties back to the past 9 illos that I have created. I knew that from the start. I had multiple ideas for this concept. From full on illustrations, returning back to my roots in photoshop edits, or even animating. Most of these ideas never came into full realization due to wanting to refine and focus on the analog aspect of this week's theme. I ended up going for a collage which would be able to visually spread my message easily enough while allowing for a more deeper narrative.

Description

Crafting my final piece to mark the end of my second year at design school involved a thoughtful blend of collage and do-it-yourself techniques. Reflecting on my previous nine illustrations, I aimed to celebrate them into a single composition. By opting for collage, I embraced its tactile nature and the opportunity it provided for deeper narrative exploration. I constructed a visual narrative that not only signifies my growth but also represents the fact that I, a designer, shouldn't need to hold onto my work forever. It's great that I made these last 9 illos but I know that everyday I'm learning and growing to eventually make better work.

This piece serves as a callback to my past works, drawing upon elements and motifs from each illustration to create a cohesive narrative. I used a lighter to burn the illos as a representation of me wanting to move onto other work.

There were certain illos that admittedly lacked passion or any creativity, some were made under severe time crunch, and others were given the time needed to be excellent. Regardless of my design process for these weekly explorations, I still loved making each and every one of them and I'd argue a few are some of my strongest pieces of work this semester.

This has been an amazing process to witness and be apart of. My skills as a designer have only grown since the first illo and the major assignments in this class only further strengthen my abilities. It's been a rewarding constant cycle to practise and maintain my skills as an up and coming designer and I can't wait to see what's next for me.

KEYWORDS FOR INSPIRATION

Handmade

Faded

Message in a Bottle

Script

Layering

Blur

ROUGH -> PROCREATE

FINAL -> Analog + Photoshop + a Lighter