| I'm trying | My name is Kitty or Ki, I respond to both. | Non-binary | They/Them | 29 | | Demi-Pan | | Engaged to: Nier-Farr | | This is a whatever I wanna post blog | | I try no to post personal things much anymore, but if I do I'm sorry. | Art Blog [ kilala1148-art ]
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no tumblr i'm not gonna spam those so the left counter overflows and turns into "TUM" or something equally corny
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🎃 Just some inconspicuous cats committing acts of spooky boops!! 🎃
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you* *boops you*
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Video of me trying to write the number 3 in professor layton game for 1 minute
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So I’m staying at a friend’s house in Boston
And in their guest room is a door.
And my first thought was closet. Just an ordinary, tiny, New England closet.
But no!
There are STAIRS in that closet!
Now where do those stairs go, you may ask?
Up to the black void attic of course.
But you know, it doesn’t seem to end there.
Because for reasons no one seems to know, this door deadbolts from inside. There’s nothing but a black void up there. Why must it lock on that side of it???
Of course, it was then that I spotted something else.
Why yes, those ARE scratch marks on the inside of the door. Which, one might think dog because they’re so low on the door (only a third of the way up).
But you know, this wouldn’t be fun if that was all there was.
That deadbolt has scratches all around it too.
Funzies!
Because guess what.
That deadbolt is five feet off the ground. And there is no dog in this house tall enough to reach it.
Pretty sure I just entered a horror film.
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I want to tell a story to the artists and would-be artists out there.
When I was 19, I made a large oil painting of the nerd I would eventually marry. I poured all my attention and care into this painting. It's the only art I have from back then that still holds up as a work I'm proud of today.
I entered it into a judged show at the local art center. It got an honorable mention. I went to see the show with my beloved model. One of the judges came up to talk to me, and highlighted that all the judges really liked the painting. It would have placed, except, you see, the feet were incorrect. They were too wide and short, and if I just studied a bit more anatomy-
I called over my future wife, and asked her to take off her shoe. Being already very used to humoring me, she did. The judge looked at her very short, very wide little foot. Exactly as I'd lovingly rendered it. I would never edit her appearance in any way.
The judge looked me in the eye, and to his credit, he really looked like he meant it when he said "Oh I'm so sorry."
Anyways the moral of the story is that all of those anatomy books that teach you proportions are either showing you averages, or a very specific idea of an idealized body. Actual bodies are much more varied than that.
So don't forget to draw from observation, and remember that humans aren't mass produced mannequins. Delight in our variation. Because it's supposed to be there.
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