A concept superhero alien lady… Made with a black pointer. Please ignore the eraser debris, I’m lazy like that.
Practicing Photoshop for the practical exam next Thursday.
- Pen Tool
- Quick Selection Tool
- Adjustment Layers
- Blending Options/Layer Effects
Who said learning can’t be fun?
Just sharing a bit of my drawings and doodles because Atherz inspired me to do so! I digitally processed these black-marker drawings some time ago because a) I was practicing, b) it was fun and c) it looks cool. All of these were made in the past two years.
Now I’m going to go and make some new drawings…
Sometimes I feel like Jack Dawson. Well, a less-talented, less perverted, female version of him…
I can travel the world penniless, only with the clothes on my back and a pen and some papers.
I have never tried to draw with charcoal. I have never tried to draw a naked woman. Or man, for that matter.
My medium of choice is my simple sketch book, or a plain A4 sized paper. My art is usually done with a black felt-tip pen, or a ball-point, or a pencil. Nothing special.
My drawings are not detailed. I don’t have the patience to sketch and shade the angle of a nose just right. They’re more abstract. Simple. Meaningful.
Here are a few specimen, photographed badly. I and cameras just don’t get along, although that is another matter for another time.
And so when I view my drawings again, I feel ashamed to include myself under the header of ‘Artist’.
And judging by the picture quality, I certainly can not make it as a photographer either!
I believe my true calling lies in writing. To weave a web of words is my specialty. To paint a picture with letters and dots and commas is my art.
And I am content. I am an artist, my medium is paper. My pen is my sword. Sometimes I might draw with them, but words will always be my passion.
Writer’s block… I have no words to describe how frustrating it is to stare at your screen for ten minutes, writing a sentence and erasing it, repeating this process over and over and over again, until you give and just turn to browsing your Facebook instead. But I’m sure I don’t have to explain it, since we’re all writers here.
I have little to no patience, with myself or with others. I didn’t pursue art, my first love, because I just couldn’t go through with completing a drawing I once started. My father says that I never finish what I’ve begun; that may be true, but the main problem are my expectations. I have an image in my head about how I want a sketch or an article to turn out. As I’m working on it, and I somehow get it in my head that it won’t reach my expectations, I just abandon it. I don’t try to work harder or start over, I just leave it and promise myself I’ll finish it another time.
This is why I have a dozen unfinished sketches in my book. This is why I have several drafts on my blog. This is why I have an un-finished novel posted on a website. This is why I have heaps of unfinished bracelets and earrings in my workbox.
This is also why I’m having trouble with writing the second part of my history lesson. There’s so much I want to say in it, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to. And that innate fear of being substandard, has me wanting to leave the project all-together.
Maybe a few days later, I’ll get a spark of inspiration and finally write about my kinsfolk and their history. Until then, off to other projects, and my sincerest apologies to those who were waiting for my article!