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dolariI woke up Staurday, alive, refreshed and in a general good mood. I didn't get out of the room, however, and just kinda lounged around. I got on the internet using my Dreamcast and went over to the Livejournal plage to look at the picture of the Andreas...and to my suprise...IT LOOKED HORRIBLE.
Some people would blame the Dreamcast...I mean, c'mon, a video game system being used to browse the internet and show it on your TV? YUCK! But it wasn't the colors or anything...it was the one problem that has hounded me since I put pen to paper. I CANNOT do symmetry.
The right side of a face never matches the left...the eyes don't match. Which is why 99% of the time, I never draw a person staring directly at the viewer...but the picture demanded that someone look right into the eyes of the viewer. The face was way too relaxed and Andrea looked stoned. The hair was drawn too shaggy. Older Andrea looked very fat. Meh. I erased it.
I began drawing up a new one, in a much more anime style...and decided to do a more gradual lightening of Andrea's hair...three colors per element. I only got as far as redrawing the head when I decided I needed to really get up.
I went downstairs and I was horrified to find out that my mother has decided to commandeer my aquarium. It's mine not more than nine months, when she decides it's hers again. She's making noises that she needs a new TV, and I hope she doesn't decide to requisition mine as well.
So, my mom, dad and sister gang up on me and tell me I need to go buy fish for "Our Aquarium." Bastards. At least they paid for them. We ended up getting two Red/Gold Gouramis and a Calico Gourami. Yay. Dad immediately took to them, but won't name them. "They're just fish."
I was sour about the aquarium and fish thing, and it shows, dont' it? :)
When I got back, an aunt and uncle had come in, along with their daughter. WE had a good dinner, and then they decided they needed to talk about politics and Afghanistan and all that important jibber jabber...and I couldn't get away. I like tlaking with them, but somethings just make me really...uncomfortable.
Remember that whole entry I wrote earlier about my dad constantly calling me to define words? Well, his whole family is that way, and I had to field such lovely questions as "What is a Shi'ite Muslim?" "Where is Afghanistan?" "Are all Muslims bad?" "Why don't they just follow the Bible?"
Thankfully, I managed to get away for a second, and grabbed my sketchbook. I finished up the sketch, and inked it up...and I noticed my uncle's little girl was watching me. I gave her a few sheets of paper, and she worked on some drawings too. It was stuff you'd see from a seven year old, but very very cool. She loves drawing, and I hope she keeps it up better than I did.
After a while, my cousin Mark came over, who I haven't seen in ten years. WE have recently both lost our loves, and he's planning to move into the city to be with his little boy. It was a long good talk...I missed him. :)
Everyone went to bed, except for me. I scanned the picture in and then realized I didn't like that one neither. Eyes were still skewed, heads didn't look right, and I came THIS close to deleting it and starting over again...until....
One day, in State College, Deener took a buncha pictures of me, holding a stick. I wanted to scan those in and draw in a lightsabre. Deener made a quote along the lines of "You're not ILM."
Like heck I ain't. ;)
I looked over the image. I raised up Older Andrea's head, cloned an eye here, and moved an eye there. Reshaped a face and POW, I love it. :) Colored it in, made it all nice and posted it. It ROCKS. I also gave people who helped in naming the series a present.
IF YOU HELPED NAME A WISH FOR WINGS AND HAVEN'T GOTTEN YOUR PRESENT, PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT!
I watched a bit of Freakazoid and covered up for a good nights sleep.
Or so I believed.
I was tossing and turning in bed, and got this clear image of something evil. I tried to ignore it, but it became overwhelming, and I couldn't stand it anymore...on came all the lights and the TV. My heart was beating like mad....I tried going back to sleep, but it was fitful and nightmarish. I dreamed of Afghanistan for some reason.
When I woke up Sunday morning, we were bombing the country.
I do believe in precognition...I believe we're all wired into a collective consciousness....and we were all so keyed into this that it affected everyone around...awake or asleep.
I pretty much cancelled my day and went into full CNN junkie mode. :) So I'm glad there was no entry yesterady, or you'd have a mighty shotr Sunday entry. ;)
Around 10PM I started working on a test strip for A Wish for Wings...just to see what I could do storywise. I had always written for a full fledged 28 page comic, with scripts and drafts...this time, I was just putting pen to paper and trying to stick it all in three panels per day. So I figured, what the heck, let's just fly with the pencil, edited it in Paint Shop Pro (lots of cloning, moving and tweaking) again, did some cheapo greyscale shading and threw it all into Pagemaker.
Imahe removed becuase it's been lovelingly updated. Look up to October 9th, 11:59 PM
I still need to figure out why the panels aren't coming up correctly from Pagemaker...but this little experiment has taught me I need to make tha panels I actually draw MUCH bigger, since the penstrokes are WAY too thick. Plus it looks too much like Jackie Chan Adventures, so I need to add more detail, maybe some photorealistic textures for the walls and backgrounds to try and get a more detailed look to it.
I'm not ILM indeed.... :)
Some people would blame the Dreamcast...I mean, c'mon, a video game system being used to browse the internet and show it on your TV? YUCK! But it wasn't the colors or anything...it was the one problem that has hounded me since I put pen to paper. I CANNOT do symmetry.
The right side of a face never matches the left...the eyes don't match. Which is why 99% of the time, I never draw a person staring directly at the viewer...but the picture demanded that someone look right into the eyes of the viewer. The face was way too relaxed and Andrea looked stoned. The hair was drawn too shaggy. Older Andrea looked very fat. Meh. I erased it.
I began drawing up a new one, in a much more anime style...and decided to do a more gradual lightening of Andrea's hair...three colors per element. I only got as far as redrawing the head when I decided I needed to really get up.
I went downstairs and I was horrified to find out that my mother has decided to commandeer my aquarium. It's mine not more than nine months, when she decides it's hers again. She's making noises that she needs a new TV, and I hope she doesn't decide to requisition mine as well.
So, my mom, dad and sister gang up on me and tell me I need to go buy fish for "Our Aquarium." Bastards. At least they paid for them. We ended up getting two Red/Gold Gouramis and a Calico Gourami. Yay. Dad immediately took to them, but won't name them. "They're just fish."
I was sour about the aquarium and fish thing, and it shows, dont' it? :)
When I got back, an aunt and uncle had come in, along with their daughter. WE had a good dinner, and then they decided they needed to talk about politics and Afghanistan and all that important jibber jabber...and I couldn't get away. I like tlaking with them, but somethings just make me really...uncomfortable.
Remember that whole entry I wrote earlier about my dad constantly calling me to define words? Well, his whole family is that way, and I had to field such lovely questions as "What is a Shi'ite Muslim?" "Where is Afghanistan?" "Are all Muslims bad?" "Why don't they just follow the Bible?"
Thankfully, I managed to get away for a second, and grabbed my sketchbook. I finished up the sketch, and inked it up...and I noticed my uncle's little girl was watching me. I gave her a few sheets of paper, and she worked on some drawings too. It was stuff you'd see from a seven year old, but very very cool. She loves drawing, and I hope she keeps it up better than I did.
After a while, my cousin Mark came over, who I haven't seen in ten years. WE have recently both lost our loves, and he's planning to move into the city to be with his little boy. It was a long good talk...I missed him. :)
Everyone went to bed, except for me. I scanned the picture in and then realized I didn't like that one neither. Eyes were still skewed, heads didn't look right, and I came THIS close to deleting it and starting over again...until....
One day, in State College, Deener took a buncha pictures of me, holding a stick. I wanted to scan those in and draw in a lightsabre. Deener made a quote along the lines of "You're not ILM."
Like heck I ain't. ;)
I looked over the image. I raised up Older Andrea's head, cloned an eye here, and moved an eye there. Reshaped a face and POW, I love it. :) Colored it in, made it all nice and posted it. It ROCKS. I also gave people who helped in naming the series a present.
IF YOU HELPED NAME A WISH FOR WINGS AND HAVEN'T GOTTEN YOUR PRESENT, PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT!
I watched a bit of Freakazoid and covered up for a good nights sleep.
Or so I believed.
I was tossing and turning in bed, and got this clear image of something evil. I tried to ignore it, but it became overwhelming, and I couldn't stand it anymore...on came all the lights and the TV. My heart was beating like mad....I tried going back to sleep, but it was fitful and nightmarish. I dreamed of Afghanistan for some reason.
When I woke up Sunday morning, we were bombing the country.
I do believe in precognition...I believe we're all wired into a collective consciousness....and we were all so keyed into this that it affected everyone around...awake or asleep.
I pretty much cancelled my day and went into full CNN junkie mode. :) So I'm glad there was no entry yesterady, or you'd have a mighty shotr Sunday entry. ;)
Around 10PM I started working on a test strip for A Wish for Wings...just to see what I could do storywise. I had always written for a full fledged 28 page comic, with scripts and drafts...this time, I was just putting pen to paper and trying to stick it all in three panels per day. So I figured, what the heck, let's just fly with the pencil, edited it in Paint Shop Pro (lots of cloning, moving and tweaking) again, did some cheapo greyscale shading and threw it all into Pagemaker.
Imahe removed becuase it's been lovelingly updated. Look up to October 9th, 11:59 PM
I still need to figure out why the panels aren't coming up correctly from Pagemaker...but this little experiment has taught me I need to make tha panels I actually draw MUCH bigger, since the penstrokes are WAY too thick. Plus it looks too much like Jackie Chan Adventures, so I need to add more detail, maybe some photorealistic textures for the walls and backgrounds to try and get a more detailed look to it.
I'm not ILM indeed.... :)
