#bamboo pen and ink

[kiriska]

Meeting doodle. Which means no reference and I don't know what tigers look like.

[joyousjoyfuljoyness]

Some sketches with my favorite fude nib fountain pen, the jinhao 159!

[b4kuch1n]

OOOUGGHAAAAAAA I DID IT I MANAGED TO DO INK WITH A DIP PEN

NEXT COMICS MEDIUM IS FUCKING SETTLED. YUUTO YOU WILL BE FED

[furrygalactaknightpaws]

Bamboo ink plus pen barely working with my laptop as per usual, yay 🙃

Seriously does anyone have any troubleshooting for this fucking pen.. it seems to only work when it wants to and even then flickers when it works or not :(

Wondering if I should get a new pen that actually fucking works and doesn’t run off expensive batteries but I have no idea what works with my laptop.. I have an Acer Aspire 3 Spin 14 and there’s barely any info online and I’m so frustrated. Drawing is everything to me and my only way of income right now and it’s fucking me up hardcore

Any help would be appreciated I’m kinda suffering and my bday is coming up so maybe it would be good to look at pens now vs later. Also pictures to attract attention haha

[ometochtli2rabbit]

sketch diary september 13/ 13.0.11.16.4 junlajun K'AN\K'AT wuk CHEN/ mahtlactli-once CUETZPALIN

[requinoesis]

⭐The Magic Drawing Pad! 📱✨

I was surprised to receive a Tablet from XPPen in exchange for a review. Here’s my experience! 📝✨

Initially, I thought the tablet's design, meant for drawing away from a workspace and outdoors, didn't suit my lifestyle. As an introvert who rarely leaves the house or is socially active, I decided to review it from a homebody’s perspective.

I've never drawn on a display tablet before, only on regular digital tablets like the Wacom Bamboo and my current Huion Inspiroy Ink. Now, I have the XP-Pen Magic Drawing Pad to try out!

At first, it was frustrating! Everything I drew looked crooked and ugly, and I felt like a fraud. But it wasn't the tablet's fault; it was like learning to draw all over again since I was used to the computer and had abandoned traditional art.

I was rushing, thinking I should be perfect immediately. I took a deep breath and remembered that learning a new tool takes time and patience. Once I gave myself the time to adapt, things started to work out.

I only explored the tablet's basic functions, but its interface is similar to an iPad or cell phone and works well. I transferred files to my computer via Telegram, but Google Drive could also be used.

There are several illustration apps available. I chose Infinite Painter first because it is similar to Procreate. I found it amusing that the process of creating art was recorded while I was drawing!

In conclusion, I find the Magic Drawing Pad to be an ideal tablet for beginners venturing into screen drawing for the first time. It offers a practical and enjoyable experience!

Feel free to ask any questions about this tablet, and I'll do my best to answer them!

They also told me to say that there would be up to 45% off during the Prime Day event on the Amazon store and the official store from July 16th to 17th! 🛍️✨

⭐ - US store: https://amzn.to/3L08x36 ⭐ - CA store: https://amzn.to/3VanP9W

They also recommended this keyboard!

⭐ - ACK08 smart keyboard: https://bit.ly/3VCgAYv

Thanks a lot to the XPPen team for their patience and for the opportunity to try out this tablet!❤️✨

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I did this little speedpaint experiment too if you want to see! The function of recording while drawing is a very cool experience!

That's it, I hope you like it!✨

[renegadeguild]

Edible Book Day 2024

the appetizers

A Commonplace Snack by Daemonluna

A collection of tropes and other ephemera, rendered in nori and rice paper. Sewn with a glass sweet potato noodle, ornamented with cilantro and lime.

This is how we roll (bamboo slips) by anonymous

This is the first book I have made since joining Renegade. I didn't think I'd get to make books and eat them too.

The (Not Actually) Matzah Plague Board Book by Noodle and Noodle's Auntie

10 Plagues by Noodle and Noodle's Auntie. Illustration by Noodle and Noodle's Auntie. Writing and Binding by Noodle. Materials: Gluten Free Matzo Substitute, fruit roll ups, fruit by the foot, sour belts, licorice, fruit rolls, sour sticks, cumin, water.

a fluffy breaduation by Sandy Kitty Bindery

i do not regret anything... except maybe the dentist bills ;)

Pancake Scroll by Zhalfirin

This was a lot easier than I had anticipated. A bit bland because I wasn't sure what I'd do the painting with and therefore didn't season the batter. It goes really well with a side of salmon and soy sauce though.

the mains

the iron chef secret ingredient was lasers by Lark

lasers are friends not food.

6/10, at least I chose turkey this year.

The Count of Monte Cristo by Thunder (Dragon's Thunder Press)

This was my first book bind ever. The case is French toast. The 2 signatures are each made of 3 omelet folios, and they're sewn with mozzarella string cheese strands. The end pages are each a slice of prosciutto, and they're pasted in with raspberry fruit syrup. Finally, the titling was done with black icing.

Sandwiches (And Books) Are Beautiful by Velvetwastaken

The ‘book’ ultimately failed to be readable as such due to a betrayal by the onion binding. But it tasted amazing, and thus I think still encapsulated the spirit of edible book day: good books are meant to be devoured.

and of course… … the desserts!

Mistakes were Marbled by anonymous

I baked a strawberry cake with buttercream icing. The buttercream set a bit too quickly for the marbled effect to work, and attempts to fix it caused structural damage, resulting in ... this. I would like half-points for retaining good flavor, despite appearances.

Brandy Snaps by Lottie

Brandy snaps for the pages, strawberry laces for thread. Complete with two weaver’s knots to tie the strawberry laces together

Book Cookies by six

Sadly not fully functional books - the cases are rigid sugar cookies baked into various open forms. The pages are edible wafer paper marked up here and there w/ an edible ink pen and the frosting quite tasty! Experimented with two different sizes and various page configurations. Fed some of them to various Renegade members. There were no fatalities.

Titles are overrated by Zhalfirin

I'm still baffled this turned out the way it did.

It's a delicious little baumkuchen chonker (app. A6 in size and about 6cm thick) cased in chocolate powdered marzipan.

Don't forget to vote for your favorite! And check out last year's winners here.

[the-victor-brothers]

Two Fanarts (FW and CB) in two different holidays: Independence Day (Fourth of July) and Tanabata (a Japanese holiday). I know both of these two holidays were already passed a month ago - 4th of July and Tanabata (July 7th), but it’s better late than never.

Hope you had a good Independence Day - Mine was good because my family and I went out to stay at my brother’s house for Independence Day/Summer vacation. ;)

1. FW in Independence Day/4th of July theme:

Victor F and Elsa were watching at the fireworks together, while they were both sitting on a picnic blanket outside (Yep, Elsa’s hand placed on Victor F’s hand). The rest of the kids (Bob, Nassor, Toshiaki, Weird Girl, and Edgar) were also watching at the fireworks. The children were amazed to see the fireworks on Independence Day night. (As for the dogs, Sparky and Persephone, they were inside at Victor F’s house together (after all, some dogs can be scared with fireworks)).

Pardon the picnic blanket - I tried my best while I looked up on a pattern for references. I also looked over the 4th of July picnic and fireworks for references from online. As for Elsa and Victor F’s Summer clothings - they were referenced from children’s vintage clothings (mostly 1950’s) that I looked up from online.

2. CB in Tanabata theme:

Victor VD and Victoria were watching the stars together at night - they were at the bridge outside from town. They were so amazed that they saw two big, bright stars together - represent Vega and Altair (Orihime and Hikoboshi).

Tanabata (meaning “Star Festival”) is a Japanese holiday that celebrates every seventh day on a seventh month (July 7). It was originated from a Japanese myth, Orihime and Hikoboshi (Vega and Altair) - about two lovers who were separated by the Milky Way (so, you can say that the couple were “star-crossed” lovers). So, every July 7th, the princess and the cow herder can reunite together by crossing the bridge (made by magpies) once a year. In tradition, people in Japan write their own wishes on colored papers, and then hang them on bamboo trees. The paper wishes were called “tanzaku.”

Even though these CB characters lived in Europe (England), I’m imagining that Victor VD and Victoria both read the tale of “Orihime and Hikoboshi” from the book of Japanese myths and folklores. Then much later on, they both go out at the bridge to look at the stars at night - to see the stars of Vega and Altair (And how about that? A Victorian couple were on a bridge to watch the stars - while the Japanese legend mentioned the bridge for a star-crossed lovers to across the Milky Way. Get the picture when it comes with bridges?).

Originally the background’s stars (in white) were going to be in different shapes and sizes - tiny dots and star shapes (small and large). However, I didn’t wanted the background’s stars to be mistaken as snowflakes. Then, much later on, I upgraded the background into a Starry -Night style (referenced from Vincent Van Gogh’s “Starry Night” - and even the “Cafe Terrace at Night” ) with few different colors (white, light blue, dark blue, and yellow).

Done with drawing pencils, art markers (Prismacolor, Copic, Fabre-Castell), color pencils, ink pens (including ink brush pen), and Posca markers. Enjoy.

[pngblog]

wacom bamboo ink stylus pen?

[dpalden]

For anyone who has ever, at whatever age, felt betrayed.

A2. Bamboo pen and inks

[tcfactory]

Small WIP sneak peak from my so far unnamed "there are people who mourn for Shen Jiu actually" fic:

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"Ming Fan, do you know anything about this?"

Once upon a time those words would have been a sign of impending punishment, but now they are said with a tone of genuine confusion. Ming Fan sets down the financial report he’s writing for his Shizun (Ming Fan had to learn really quickly how to do the peak’s paperwork after Shen Qingqiu changed. The man who never let him do much more than grind ink had drastically changed his approach after his loss of memory. Now Ming Fan much prefers when his Shizun delegates all of his work to him, because at least that way it gets done correctly.) and walks over to the other desk to take a look at the bit of correspondence spread out on the table.

Ah. His parents are demanding to know why Shen Qingiu stopped sending reports on the progress of Ming Fan’s sister. A sister who’s not a cultivator and as such was never actually enrolled in Cang Qiong Sect.

Ming Fan glances at his Shizun. He really should remind the man of the truth, that they cooked this scheme up together to get her out of a marriage to a rich, but violent man that likely would have killed her. That his sister is fine down in the city, working as the cook’s apprentice in the brothel - far below her station as a nobleman’s firstborn daughter, but the happiest she has ever been. That she’s being courted by the very nice and very boring man who owns the noodle stall. That they’ve been ferreting away the substantial sum of money Ming Fan’s father is paying for her education at Qing Jing and when her apprenticeship is over they are going to get married and open a restaurant together.

But Shen Qingqiu has lost a lot with his memories, among them the ability to convincingly lie to noblemen. If Ming Fan tells him the truth, his sister will be in trouble.

“Answering Shizun, this one’s jiejie has eloped with one of the Bai Zhan disciples. It happened when Shizun was recovering from his sudden fever, so this disciple didn’t want to bother him with things of low importance.”

Several expressions flicker rapidly over his Shizun’s face, his eyes shifting briefly to the right (a new tick, one Ming Fan can’t interpret well yet), but after a moment he schools his face. “I see. I will let Liu-shidi handle the fallout, then.”

Ming Fan exhales a breath of relief, makes his excuses and returns to his report. Liu-shishu will neither confirm nor deny that anything of the sort happened on his peak and then tell the Ming family to go to hell for good measure. Not unlike how Shizun would have done once upon a time, Ming Fan thinks bitterly as he picks up his brush and directs his attention back to the paperwork.

He forgets all about this until years later, when he finds himself standing in front of the bamboo house, holding a letter penned with his jiejie’s best calligraphy. It’s an invitation to her wedding, addressed to ‘her prickly but kindhearted benefactor’.

He should go in and give it to his Shizun, but this Shizun is not the person who lied so convincingly to the Ming patriarch that he broke off a potentially lucrative arranged marriage there and then. Not the one who stole her away from the jaws of danger and called in a personal favor to get her a job somewhere he was certain she would be safe.

Ming Fan clutches the letter so hard that the envelope crumples. He should hand it over, but he doesn’t want to.

Ning Yingying finds him there, paralyzed from indecision and it takes just a glance at the letter for her to understand what’s going on. “Is that the invitation for Qingqiu-shushu?”

Ming Fan nods and makes an attempt at smoothing out the envelope, but he has gripped it too tight and it remains sad and crumpled.

Yingying takes him by the hand and drags him off to… somewhere in the bamboo forest. He always let Yingying fetch their Shizun when he withdrew into the forest to paint because she knew the hidden paths the best. He still recognizes the ginkgo tree from the few occasions they went together.

There’s a haphazard pile of rocks at the root of the tree and next to it a bowl for incense sticks (there are many burned down and one currently burning, the smoke curling lazily like the tail of a happy cat) and a plate for offerings piled with folded paper birds. It makes him raise an eyebrow at his shimei.

“Shushu never liked wasting food, so I figured I’d give him something else he might enjoy,” she explains, rooting around in her qiankun sleeve until she pulls out a fire talisman. “I don’t know how this works, but you need to burn paper money to give it to the dead, so I figured it could work with other paper things too.” She directs a meaningful glance at the letter still held in his hand.

Ming Fan opens his mouth. He wants to tell her that it’s silly, that Shizun is alive and well, but he remembers something Mu-shishu once said and the words get stuck in his throat.

Most souls pass into the cycle of reincarnation long before a funeral can be arranged, he said, draping another blanket over Yingying and Shen Qingqiu, who have fallen asleep clinging to each other. It was the day of her mother’s funeral and the only time Ming Fan has ever seen Shizun fall asleep in company, just as drained by the loss as his niece. Funerals and mourning rites are not for the benefit of those who have passed, but for those who have stayed behind. It’s through ritual and remembrance that we grow to accept that someone who once filled a part of our life is no longer there. 

Sometimes it feels like nobody else is missing the way Shizun was before, but Ming Fan does. He misses the man, sharp and thin-faced and often unpleasant, who nonetheless chose mean, mediocre Ming Fan as his head disciple. As a future hallmaster; a future peer.

Mourning is for the benefit of those who remain.

Ming Fan holds out the envelope and watches as the corner catches fire along with the paper birds.

“Shizun. My sister is getting married next month.” His voice cracks. “She wanted to have you as a guest of honor. We would have loved to have you there.”

The flames consume the envelope. His hands shake.

People whisper about the empty seat at the wedding, but it matters little. That Shen Qingqiu is gone and there’s nobody worthy of filling his spot.

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[mag200]

today's warmup in india ink with a bamboo pen, i forgot how much i love ink

ko-fi

[ahsokahearteyes]

ok i cannot convince my 8 yr old laptop and shitty bamboo ink pen primarily used for college chem notes to work so goodbye low effort option to do digital art 😭

[humdelhi]

Who says that Ghalib is dead? In 21st century, he’s found doing Urdu calligraphy in old Delhi’s Urdu Bazar.

Mohammad Ghalib was born in Saharanpur in a family of limited means. “My parents were uneducated - they didn’t know who Ghalib was. The name just rhymed with that of my elder brother,” he explains when asked how he got this name. “But maybe it’s because of this name that I ended up doing calligraphy in purani Dilli.”

He’s been allotted a permanent corner at a book shop, where he gets occasional calligraphy projects ranging from love letters to wedding invitations, and from birthdays to funeral invites. A few sheets of papers, a bunch of bamboo pens, bottles of ink and other stationary are kept within the range of his right hand. He’s got two tote bags filled with his most prized works rolled into each other which he loves to show off! “This one was commissioned by an American man when he was in Delhi. He wanted to propose to his girlfriend,” he narrates the story behind a very colourful piece. The next few minutes are spent on unrolling dozens of pieces without a pause while he excitedly explains what’s written in each.

“Oh! Don’t worry about it,” he says when asked if it’s going to be a hassle to roll them back. “I’ve got a lot of time! You know it’s a dying profession - printers and Whatsapp have taken over. My children have a cloth shop in the market. They sometimes ask me to start sitting there. But I like it here. Dil hai ke manta nahi!”

[shadesofnavy]

I have nothing to do as of now so I'm going to show you the agonizing self-taught process of how I draw digitally on my beloved unreliable slow Windows 10 laptop and rusty old Wacom Bamboo Tablet.

The process begins when I take ten minutes to load and open a new Autodesk SketchBook page. Once that finishes loading whenever the hell it wants I’ll play around with whatever size I want with the canvas and background color (usually I use gray or dim tones so that I don’t blind myself, but if I’m lazy I won’t even bother with the plain background color on the first layer). I usually only use three tools: Inking pen, hard eraser and airbrush at lowest opacity for lighting. But that’s for fancy drawings with effort, today we’re pulling a zero effort sketch Starting with a gray background, on the second layer I’m just gonna go ahead and start the questionable sketching process 

we got our himbo and ladies’ bases. after that we go ahead and yet again take another ten minutes of aggressive sketching and constant ctrl + z clicking for our second base on another layer, completely ignoring the front view perspective from the first base and giving derpy expressions 

after that we go ahead and do the third outline on another layer, finally giving some clothes to these frisky cats and dog while contemplating whether or not it should be the finished outline. 

after a moment of staring at our current disaster and taking a break to touch grass and inhale humid air, we’ll get back to trying yet again another outline on another layer, hoping Pico will no longer be as miserable because of the depressing korean drama ost playing. as you’re beginning to notice each previous layer fades like keith’s braincells

by now you’re probably confused as to why im only sketching the same fucking outline over and over again and so this is what we end up with and start to fill in with a darker shade of gray because its cloudy and gloomy today. thankfully the 2000s spanish rock pop music came on so not all is bad

add the finishing lighting touches on the same low-capacity fill layer using the alpha lock thingumabob and bon appe-fucking-tite, thanks for taking the time to scroll through this and consider leaving a “what the hell” in the asks <3