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...artses.

All of these were inspired by a somewhat floralish tablecloth. Just so you know.

This was supposed to be creepier. It's supposed to look like he's just sprung up from behind the rocks, a bit of a Mr Wolf to your Red Riding Hood as you walk through... well, a rocky area. A canyon, perhaps? I dunno. All I do know is that he pops up from behind rocks and asks if you'd like a flower. The fact that a suspiciously similar flower seems to be growing from his head raises questions about the origins of the flower on offer. Sure, he's short, but why isn't his hand above the "counter"? Also, you never trust lizards wearing sun glasses; they're shady.

A pensive wererabbitchicken. They've got seriously good balance these guys, and even better spring-action legs. And those talon-like claws? Dudes, you do not want to be at the receiving end of a wererabbitchicken's handshake. (also, I hate shadows. I don't know why I started adding them to be honest. They always turn out horrible.)

This one is for K. I don't know why. It just feels like it should be dedicated to K. And when your art starts giving off vague vibes like this, you should never ignore it. Basically, these peaches grow on trees and sprout baby heads. They cry a lot. They don't eat a lot. And they don't tend to survive the falling from the tree a lot. Thought to be good use as a fertility fruit in the early ages, it's actually more like The Pill - when you eat the peach, the baby-sprouting-stuff also gets eaten and tricks the body into thinking that you're pregenant SO NO MORE BABIES FOR YOU JUST YET OK.

Edit: ooooh it might be because of the Great Narnian Lubrication Debate, mixed with Highly's Quest To Find The Narnian Pill, and K's blood oranges. Maybe. (quite likely)

There may be more later...

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... in whcih David shares.

So this is what I finished today:

First, a couple of shifts ago, I noticed an odd patten that had been left on one of the work benches after a wet cloth had been used to quickly wipe something away. These are the streaks it left:

If you tilt your head to the right completely, it will be the right way. Sorry, I can't seem to be able to rotate it without damaging it.

( The Process )

After that, there was only the not-so-simple task of colouring left. However, I actually like the way it turned out. Woot!

So, an explanation. Clearly, she is not human; that much is obvious. Also, she looks a little Irish, which is funny seeing as she was originally quite Texan. But, to the clothes!

The hat has a hole in the top through which part of the hair is to be pulled. it's quite common among her people to wear the hair either straight down over the edge of the hat to rejoin the rest of their hair, or two wrap the hair between the brim and the hat's wall, much like a moat. The purple piece of fabric is completely separate to the green dress, and is soemthing like their version of a tie, except it isn't quite as gendered. The dress is supposed to be quite figure-hugging, so I don't totally get how it's come up quite so high as to be practically around her waist, however there it is. The sleeves are supposed to be in three parts: one is the shoulder, with the piping and the diamond design, or whatever a particular dress may have; the second part is an outer sleeve, draped from the shoulder to halfway down the forearm at an angle, finished with a tassle-like fringe; third is the sleeve proper which comes down to the wrist and is usually worn open. Beneath the dress is a silver support system; much like those bell-type dresses under which you could hide several small children if you wished, it keeps the dress in a particular shape. The support is not completely circular, nor does it come to a unifrom end; contemporary fashions are rarely understood by either previous generations or the next. Underneath the support is a heavy fabric for warmth (it's pretty much just a thich woolen rug attached to the support) which is not entirely covered by the dress - the dress only comes to halfway between the support and the end of the heavier fabric. Again I say, contemporary fashion.

This isn't really how I first saw her, though. The hat is wrong, the tassles are wrong, and the wings had to be changed. Her sleeve isn't nearly as complicated as the original pattern suggested. And she no longer looks like she's been thrown or pushed by some force, which is what the original definitely suggested. Furthermore, she's lost a lot of the fear from her eyes along the way; one of the reasons I originally attempted it was that I loved the expression I could see on her face. But most of all, she's lost her Royalty. I have a feeling she may have been inspired by Princess Peach...

However, I am pleased with the final result. Especially with my shading, which has generally been quite crap in the past. highfive?

Current Location: desk that was clean this morning... :(
Current Music: Pink Maggit - Deftones

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... in which David has different gifts.

Today I cam across my cache of awesome and rediscovered a lot of my doings from Year 11. You see, the Prelim. and HSC years were like one giant art class for me, especially Geography because I was so far in front of everyone else in our class for a damn big portion. I thought up worlds, cities, houses, towns, laboratories, sciences, machines, powers, non-gods, animals, people, weapons, shields, TPR... the list goes on, and frequently overlaps. I was very much inspired at some point in that time by oriental architecture and religions, I now remember. I had one world that was a water planet, with gorgeous cherry blossom trees growing out of the water, surrounded by thousands of lily pads. Every so often there would be a structure amongst the lily gardens, and people lived there. They would only be big enough for a small family, and were really not much more than a series of steps up to a flat stone surface, though some had oriental-style houses built upon them, and some were more like temples. Everyone travelled by boats, obviously, and there was no electricity. It was a gorgeous place; I wish you could see it. Unfortunately, I only have very small pencil sketchings in the top corners of my Geography book and they don't do it any real justice.

There was also a forest-come-jungle, thick and dangerous. Deep in its heart, there was a simple two-storey structure, not much more than a rectangular roof, two floors, and four beams holding it all up. There was a small open fire on a raised platform and a basin for washing, one on either end of the first floor, as well as a small platform set in the wood floor in the centre. The three stations each had a form of magic to them - eternity in the fire (so that it never died), cleansing in the water (to wash and heal any wounds from the surrounding environment), and gale-force wind beneath the middle platform to gain access to the top floor (basically it was an elevator). The basin also had a spirit in it - a guardian to the sanctuary - that would answer any questions travellers had. On the second floor was a bed and some privacy panels as well as another fireplace.

Those were my favourite times, in Geography slipping into those worlds.

But I didn't just create in Geography; it was the whole two years. And the years before. And the years after. But those years in particular were full of imagination and ~~mildly~~ skilled drawing. So I scanned two into my computer, realised the scanner destroyed them, and traced what I could with my graphics tablet. These are two of them (both from Year 11 I think):

( Androgena and Small Creature )

Current Location: desk - am I ever anywhere else these days? :(
Current Music: Feathers - Coheed and Cambria

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This is the first official artwork made solely with my new tablet. I made it the day I got said tablet, so excuse the roughness, but due to context, I think it works.
( Trogun behind the cut )

From there, I went and made:
( Draygo and Kazmuffin )

And finally finished hydeist_:
( hydeist_ )
I still think there should be something hanging from the end of the sword... something small and shiny, totally in keeping with

hydeist_'s ways... but I already used that on his ear. To do it again would be silly me thinks.

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Dirty Jokes in Fairy Grottos

Father didn't build that playhouse for us; Father had his own games

Also...

The fruits of my day...

From Year 11...

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