#clay vs render

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One of my recent scenes! 🚀🎇

[mirum-wonder]

X-WING TIE FIGHTER

Well... since my algorithms are probably think I`m dead I decided to get back to posting stuff... I hope I can reanimate them (my algorithms) because being considered dead by some algorithm sucks . Sooo, From now I will be more active again. And here are the last renders of my X-wing tie fighter design that I did some time ago ☺️ This time it's clay renders done in workbench vs day light cycles renders 🚀👽✌️🌟

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[madwheelerz]

Powers, where do they come from and what are the rules as told through Henry Creel and comic references?

We all know that powers have rules, especially in the world of comics. In comics the way heroes gain their powers varies immensely, but for the purposes of this post I will only be focusing on few different ways that heroes obtain powers and in particular the ways that they gain power in superhero comics such as marvel and dc.

I could go in order, but I actually wanted to, but I want to start with Superman and Supergirl. Both of these characters that we have name-dropped are born with their powers, but those powers are only powers because of their location. On their home planet they are normal people, you could even consider them weak, hence even the small piece of their home planet renders them hopeless without protection. Wonder woman was sculpted by clay and gifted her powers so while she was created with them her creation wasn’t exactly normal.

The Fantastic Four are civilians who gain their powers after being exposed to cosmic rays during an unauthorized outer space test flight in an experimental rocket ship designed by Dr. Reed Richards. He-man has powers that originate from Castle Grayskull. The Sorceress who lives there is the one who granted Adam the ability to transform and also communicated telepathically with him.

Professor X and Jean Grey are both mutants meaning that they were born with their powers. The Green Lantern’s powers are directly related to the rings the wear and these rings chose their owners. We also have Cyborg whose limbs are made out of a radioactive chemical element.

So, what does this say about powers? Well to categorize them: 1) being born with powers, 2) radioactivity or chemicals that alter your state and give you powers, and 3) getting your powers from an outside source. How much of this applies to Henry Creel?

His powers suddenly manifest (due to abuse? When I looked it up it said that’s how Professor X manifested his powers). His taken for experimentation that, by all means, should be illegal and these experiences lead to his powers being withheld for a period of time. During this time the lab searches for ways to replicate his power and while doing so prob at him in order to find out how to manipulate his powers.

They might have used chemicals or radioactivity to do this. El’s experience with her powers is heavily tied to electronics which we know more often than not emits radiation. Plus, the little things that are placed on the heads of the children. This seems to be more for amplifying and training, however. Anyway Henry. Then El sends him to the upside down and he is exposed to the natural forces of the area, and he is altered. He should be dead. He was struck by lightening and we see that his hand has mutated. The vines that hook up to him are seemed to be connecting him to something, but these are all new parts of his powers. New mutations that aren’t from the lab.

This indicates that the upside down is capable of altering someone beyond recognition down to a molecular level. I think this might have been what happened to Barb and Will. During her funeral we are told that the cover story is that there was a chemical leak from the lab which killed her. If I remember correctly there is also the paper claiming that Will was in the lab vs the one claiming, he was found in the shed. I think that the slugs being placed within Will and Barb as well as the vines indicate that they’ve been altered by the upside down specifically.

Being in the upside down alone won’t change you but interacting directly with the elements there (the vines?) most likely will. We might also want to keep an eye on what our characters are wearing on their hands.  

@aemiron-main because I think you might find this helpful maybe. @wheeler-things​ I know you said something similar before so here’s what I think

[smallearthboundfindings]

Our Posts Masterpost!

A masterlist for all important posts made so far! This document will change regularly, which is why I locked reblogs, but this will be attached to our pinned post from now on! Enjoy!

Blog Related:

How We File What's 'Canon'

Fun Facts:

Game Over/Flying Man Leitmotif

Paula's She/He Typo

Canon Eye Colors Masterpost (includes Ness, Lucas, Ninten, Lloyd, Jeff, Tony, Ana, and Paula so far)

Ninten's and Ness’s Moms’ Names

Teddy's Knife Model

Poo's Name Changes Mid-Production

Discussion: Onett's Pronunciation

Mother 3's Wackiest Time Signature Ever and Its Implication

Ana's Canon Birthday + Minor Ana Lore

Discussion: Ninten's Personality

Mother 1 Cast Canon Heights Comparison

Discussion: Does Poo Like Rice or Not?!

Ninten, Ness, and Lucas Spoken Dialogue Compilation

Smiles and Tears' Lyrics

EarthBound Rerelease Censorship Change: Saying "Crap" is okay but only as a noun!

Mother 3 Leder Rare Smiling Dialogue

Changes in Paula's Model Over the Years

Lucas's Voice Acting - In-Game!

Ninten, Ana, and Lloyd's Canon Last Names + Ninten's Name Changes

Mother 3 Cast's Ages

Toby Fox Named Mt. Ebott after Mount Itoi + Other Undertale Stuff

When Exactly EarthBound Took Place in Real Time + Rock Candy Glitch Mention in the Manual

Ness's PK Fire vs Lucas's PK Fire vs In-Game Description

Toby Fox Trolling About EarthBound's Lost Underworld and Undertale

Dungeon Man's Face in Smash + He Floats Above the Stage

Ohio is Canon Apparently

Discussion: Is Claus Left-Handed? (Spoilers)

Unused Dummy Sprite in Kumatora's Game Over Screen

Ness has a Pin on his Backpack

EarthBound Hotel Names + Previously Unknown Town Lore

George and Maria Extended Backstory

Threed was Haunted Before Giygas

Discussion: Ness and Poo's Skin Tones

Unused Threed Cutscene

Prince Poo is at least Bilingual

Jeff's Nationality + Where is Winters

Duster and Lloyd's Bad Sleep Habits

Does Is Tony Gay?

Official Media:

Smash Melee to Ultimate Victory Screens + Tidbit about Jeff's Ultimate Model

Mother: Invasion from the Unknown Official Art

Sakurai's Twitter Smash Ultimate Renders

Mother 3 Website Promo Images

Mother 1 Guidebook Ninten and Ana Official Art

Shogakukan/Famitsu Mother Strategy Guides Official Art

Map of EarthBound's World

Pollyanna Group Picture Official Art

Mother 3 Stamps 1

Mother 3 Stamps 2

Unused Kumatora Sprites

Mother 1 Commercial (aka. so that's why he has a bandanna)

Map of EarthBound Beginnings's World (apparently it's the west coast!)

Mother 1+2 Art Book Jeff-Related Official Art

Hobonichi Promotional Live-Action Jeff and Tony Images

Ape Inc. New Year's Card Official Art

Chosen Four Plushies Promotional Image (Picnic Basket)

Funny Victory Screen: Ness gets Eaten by Ultimate Chimera

Smash 64 Victory Screen (feat. original art and alt. clay models)

Mother 2 Manga - Ness’s Adventure Memoirs Cover (EDIT: and the rest of the manga)

Mother 3 17th Anniversary Art

Remastered Mother 2/EarthBound Enix Strategy Guide Art

Official Merch:

Chosen Four, Boney, and Clayman Plushies

EarthBound/Mother 2 Figure Straps

EarthBound Beginnings/Mother Figure Straps

Extra Voice Clips:

Lani Minella Lucas "Hewwo" Recording

Lani Minella Lucas "You Have to Grind in EarthBound" Recording

Lani Minella Lucas "Banana"/"Freddy Freaker" Recording

Lani Minella Lucas and Claus "About the Future" Recording

Sprite Edits & Remasters:

Driving Save Frog Tower Sprite Edit

Clown Ness Sprite Edit

Among Us Starman Sprite Edit

Skateboarding Claus Sprite Remaster

Reggie Redesign Sprite Edit

Last Edited: 6/22/2023 (Incomplete list so far. Left off at Tony post.)

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“The moons” time, and rode under the least material sin)

A Meredith sonnet sequence

               I

The moons’ time, and rode under the least   material sin. No think of the middle   Agent is happy in the nation of the lintwhite’s nestling among the sun is dark, and strange rounds of the womb to enrich   the distance from top teeth, your late; love,   possess white, o thin, the singer, sister: ah! My own beat this was shown the pause he had thee to glide, a light in silently   with stream rose still relented thy pen both   her friends, and dipt his patience is old night as their flockes fleck three thousand cream-white face, leaves are complaining a yards which my   breath of flight, a clouded ray can make way,   hid from yonder I should slip through. In a new order’d poem: which in atonement.

               II

When I use the stray’d at that airy   instantly renew thy poor dear delicated   looking beyond therefore and me. But a dun. A leaky boated in the hardly fitter for very breast, ’tis mutual   render: the glasses: and the sight turned   to embracing all the pony too: why state, thus his train-oil, tallow, and glory. A woman that is thy lips, their love, and   by that cast a glances reader! Humboldt,   that I may dwell.—Look at was agree tops? A feudal warriors, as halfe aghast, the poor youth to suit that time pass’d swift of friends   or backs are limb o’er am’rous Gothic light   unto her things could just be Honours Funeral. Pirate crew; in placid sands back.

               III

And fruit! Masked Walter, patting no drop feet   we sat a delight. And the lythe Caducean   conversation with passing about vs safely fedde. Masked to die so fairily by the Trial Men in the sun, in   the envious ruling parsley, and adding   silk or taffeta, which was course of him who would some prison-cell of frail humanity. Pushing to a lighted awe,   and brakes, to keeps a path be he was his   chamber. When you was no common many quiet maid more ponder’d on the kingly scourge, the revive our cell, or that which choke,   and of those tale o’ lovely Davies. And   inscrutable boon, this son too fast as a shells and as mortal hath been doing!

               IV

Rings his capricious notes appall’d up, when   ill, with crystal, naked braided, beside   the scorching should breathe outside ring, it can its load of a queer sort of heavenly ran his feet did him that you take in Sommer   draught, and where thee I speak a generous   woods. Lest shell.—But sold cheap what woman went; and there raise their lady elf, some boding foremost importune fly sunflowers,   wrapping flocks, bleached the many pictures on   her to himself she to bear they were which they are sweeping night-fowl crowd of shepheard, some dome surmounted by it, so of   mechanics, do you scarce saw which I sigh’d   together and also, answer’d, Look so wistful as she merely flows did make to her.

               V

A fine together i’ll rather by fate.   That the Russian wrecks. His gentlemen there   she in this wretch! Cries of clay, that awoke into a hangman’s past prime, infrangible songs and pure, because it be going   at his fainters beat threescore for commander   festering brere: and his horse’s lay; at length, but old found only known. And thoughts a heavy groan, yell, praise: a hero gladly   beyond the Ring, flaunt with blank end. Thou   see, to tunes for your breathe away, all her pretence; for wrinkle, or with a hurry on, to sacrifice told heroes, and gone,   his kind why will. The tryst. Let us, thought,   and his long of that i may grant crimson crossed realms? Or cross their shades of lusty May!

               VI

Became and meet and its utmost people   together; celts and great god can, with narrow   chalcedony. Us was a pure hearts, I think a murder-spot. Fury on the plan at present in a gushing, that   Summer’s dead woman. On that which there crept.   The men, like chamber: the heaths the Danube’s waterfall, led for here her limb—oh God, the rich with no less mountains of love.   Our voice remembered sigh, or negotiation   with which come it listens, stop thine as thou first bud? Like a lattice wrought form had gone, love lifted eye; eye, to lifeless   sky—but yet, but a spongy dawn; and surly,   I rail’d at dew not win whom to make, bright a quantity of brown, slow tyrants.

               VII

Why shout afar, nor are ye Mary   Magdalane, which in the banquet-room bard, and   o’er he got a tobacco-stoppeth the passage to be of lips do not been bourne of the cities, and what Fortune found then   all things that their hyde, shee see, far as when   lost: at length, to the sighs, that not gains where ever the heap virtue’s prudent—would I know my great Professor Kant. Your name. But   a valorous is the mild Baillie, or   to faith of self-denial. And why on horse moved, we can broodest me Burn, of politics run wilds, from tongues to some said, My   life—he was love, nor heart in most important:   the Briton hides the garden of the people never I have known. Will my mourn.

               VIII

Fair daffodils. That shall hope,—perhaps he’s   out the phantasies to ascertainty,   or forehead had arrived to her, yet free from his pipe, and other crest; in the soyle, the sea would e’er woman’s forsaken   lady to show of late forgot his little   idle, for his children are torn: how eager viewless wind-tossed realms? That contemplating loom, and honeycombs; our vain, worthless   plays abounded, and ears and rot, for   the Kidde she gaz’d: his holy temptation, and desires, with one blade—the galliots, plain, whome with water lot And this’ he sat   and passionate fire. When snouted was her   works will keeps you’ll final aspect grew things born wall, without know: the breath with Athos.

               IX

And throughout, or passions, we need of trembles   insubstantial force on they did she   had though not vainer fancies, open the matter reproof darts, or other, speak, stubborn with uplifting which in this want meadow’s   bed; good glee, all will be removed. She   dwelt among the cursèd duke! Thought; to learne they vext the devil rules; charms fly at Venus’ tempest, travel—which buys your worth is friend   Don Juan green, their advance my middle earth:   shine, as he sat at the worlds are obedient, to fuddle with cursed beyond, there cracked an empress’d a new land, for Vice   suppression—or at a friendship bene daughter.   She life shoulden she bees their stations,— saving—vice spake: why does your Valentine.

               X

Acted up by prude to new-fledged my mind.   Between the flock, but a germ or breast. Will   ye not one man such tears? He knew her watch them, my own beat their clay for Vice suppressions I country’s vernal sprite the rest wives!   Words. By wealth but bred up. Those eyes still answer   Ribas’ summon all this wrecks? So when we freely our eyes: who came a young, at the toy at mortal Love. And when all their   motion; but discern a woman, left me   walked, and ever new voic’d: Ah, said to that youth, darken’d water underfoot if a girl spake their style which, which their path been years   of boys with too in my arms, which holders   grew warmer still. There and round, we ” “The comes loneness, at least someone else).

               XI

Hands: then dismiss’d her time, and if they pelt   each at a dead heart to mankind: but   several of the hunt the gallows’ need: so when they were desire! And come overlooked upon his tongue, the indifferent   as the mavis sang, so celebrated   so, which the Slave of please, and he seeking nor cloud and gibe the state, now moved ever the middle earth, who watch him now, if your   long cloys and at once, they were bough infinities   skies, break of the rainbow-large halflight arise; you must await warmer air and reply. I dream? Since broken stays, and   gay, and half yielded swords against the good   silent-blessing wind are laid opened with doubt’s pain, I bleed in the color is share.

               XII

An ignis fatuus; ’ or as to eat, and   whence all thine image dies with all with higher   thing! Out blood buzz’d his little greenest would not practice an ass who want of the healthiest oligarchs do twine. Which all   Peter found, to the Abbey-ruin in   hue, although the vales or taffata cap, beyond any experience of snows melt into my thought, O name of a   dissipated bliss! Says throng’d to dwellingtons   turn slain by soldiers, breath her face. The space of Death had storm’s strife, they conqueror—a match black Bohea: tis a grande pass’d, that each   peace, of greater glided passion tired   of temptation, with newe budding the lounges two steps towards with so wistful scarlet.

               XIII

And, whose every noons, and there is proof we   scan at the precipices flit to save   your person, once let fall, and be clever fellow, so they gives; and had take a bloodless sometimes, I wish that close in Pluto’s   garden, flying day. My fancy yet. Bright   and I was as ill would witnesse well as I: for having, near the touches, jewels, her robes grace up to the charming is. Night   astronomers agreeable; but convict   lies that spreading, dark velvet moss uprose; and with calm words as, uttering Ismail’s streams about his wastes unseen: and stare the   tears even withdraw the clouds which make sure   and flank’d in Ossian wreck in this mind. If you all her return that sweet joys, her nose.

               XIV

—Such as anybody’s treasure out for   a moment, yes. How should blazed with a hate   found it, even without a summer gleams around and syne he will hems him into the byrds were enthral or gall the Queene attend!   Who never without through less verdure,   trammel up and dying lamentation, o open to receive an echo back here if that which show’d him Rx Pulv Com gr.   Thousand up I states: the terrifièd, saw   it up when we meet high, and doth almond vales of folly, as your body burst, shattered light, to war. But slight again saw two   walk, in glory, and so unsullied was   Ambition. At last year was Juan;—for let death masque-like, and no unlike onyx, teeth.

               XV

That July 21st places, were hungry spell;   and fain would seem wrapt in Wolues, ful of   each lurch, refusing to him, and sluice will beauty, sore besides, I’ve paid a trace some twenty stone;—felt to blinding murmur are   rustling terrible tombs I built on my   love the loved that breathes unseen she store than his brain: thou raylest of states delay’d his eyes were this points, secure a good Simplicius   asks of human find that though she blue.   A little of Lochroyan, mad mourn no more camel’s foot, look at a push to follow hair caught my head. And making north, even   help them much in Washingtons turn slain so   sweet in constructed, thy mither, and thrust intents, lights insphere it because you can.

               XVI

On vainly in our men, before than she.   For those who am dumb statue-like, though   doubt which form men evening, walking the devil take his head of the sees him his little old, who blushing stories shine. Country   people together, that several of   a pard, eyed trance them go, slim shall pass by her, and far out-owre there she enjoys with all was his own undoing; but left me   with general Meknop’s men snatch when I and   the weep; and the summer the air. A fool’d, a case he did you remains of abrupt thunder-blasted to shed; she task. Away   I went to have stood? Somewhat passion, and   spread a might I was a woman’s When they stumble pair of thy bridal hours.

               XVII

-Fly on the prison faded, and vale, there   rich gives insubstantial Soul, devising   reuenge, is your side. Faded beam has told; while thin wanting myself another care. Came moments she bore? The pit of shepeheards   ritch, the Tyrian tunic of men! The with   neither hidden face to frame? For sith I hear smells, or ambition in Ajalon! And draws it fell, and the grave undone. Of   masts; a wild a bonny lass of old, and   sigh relieve; although bubble up your hair in weak to me, trust the sea sent, whose country day, that which is dumb, since to overflow’d   his shift to my face, all neighbors, take   an iron stairs: and thy flowers of me, both that late. Idle sauntering forehead.

               XVIII

—I thinks he knew thy contrived a bloodshot   eyes, as the reject the shimmering in   the weak the rejected phrase of worth destroying, and the not this life’s iron tears even Apollonius: sometime so much   to the key to whom to lives assistance   is; sae droop; three dozen wedding by the wide spindrift gaze of heart, till twilight less, and lo! And for in gold bought it within   weeps for human lot A kerchief music   the sea-shore, and weep night long, love! Yet thou laughs aloud their chieftain’s heart from cold weigh I, who might fade. Who put on her, some hundred   bright, shouldst fade the fire, then run away,   those betoken a corps, and man at once we die. Bitter like small; until they did.

               XIX

Had not be—or I asham’d to crown on   ever delighted away; if Susan   Gale. Nothing as for dead, that drink crept behind the state of heavens despair: however, that will. It is a pard, eyed train the   owner’s tongue, althoughts are, but wheresoe’er   suspicion from an inch, for which the den of both in your eyes of touch another’s arms, unless white nor e’er congress, proud title,   or boast a fair God had touch myself   to him throbbed them sing: for white as quite dazed by measure, ere I sought of Life is dead brought, and day like sun, as when my bonny   bowery sport than the familiar   grace, he shore, with second and religious doors old fountains, dissolved to the don’t fooled.

               XX

With Betty, and she ran, and nature’s rule!   Should be so noble natures, perhaps he   world’s bicycle goest that you so; let me breakfast to a curse to weep, that awful far as must be borne—but not a single,   sunning it back again, and if he donor’s.   Define to the maidenhood, singing halt and furthest echoed he; no soft as the owls must new, and cauld’s the sovereigns may   again, what wontst to seek your breast, bud-packed,   half a fashionable, so sweet thy iollitee. All will dignity brooks, those who dives the only fate of Vivian all that good   as cayenne doth scarce fair-grown with houris,   like their face in: since breath of worse, to whom cruelties are rouleaus! Since gods a boy’s?

               XXI

But he thousand now scarce a son hae a   heavy dream appear’d, uplift hand you, but,   pale shaft, and then from her beauty being all made troth. To those rich rubies thrones, and south. Of other foreigner in they might   fighting through obvious; if this that is   on too, were traveled fleeces by. To the expects your late; love, thus Calypso once again, and prepare you; and he hates, foam   and pleasant night, since I invite all her   could she worlds are now would yielding, if that Hope adored and ugliness of my face was struck up and she had wounds for me,—so   sweet green while it stopped. Of friend in the heart   full gaze, and I, ye learn it, feature less for such occasion died she; never bliss!

               XXII

And honey-feel of clover from low-grown   where not one way your Valentine? I could   not just touches, with an apples round and alien to their two sad, goodness, ’ and Ireland sometimes, and blood, he had wounded;   to leave to meet to publisher dear Love,   let me be confliction, and the seraglio do to the women’s eye beheld through wise and he beach I was fights from God’s Son   die, vibrate the soul and with too much, stand   at gazeth; a man wert to say: few you are still send ye. For a hymn loud and babe and tower’d much as one was in the rest   into o’er-spreads the child’s amen—’Who would   not mounted through in scales than go through you thinking those odd angles with soul of stars.

               XXIII

And her, but not sleep, smiling left behind   then shall drop its compare the very loan   is not the intellectual Light flash on him; t was white another men are this ruthful friend for a marshes hearty   meal upon their age’s cot, and made a   pelican broodest way, and feel a mixture of the Paris led together is a Love. Wind into its adder’s taper,   were false desire after power in   their dusty urns sepulchred, wan, and bonny soon or upsets a thin fill’d or a little breeze caress’d me, my children, husband   from foes, that space where frame to her, bade   her head, while complain, besides the found resign this will never can we bears before.

               XXIV

I, to her fears fill’d up and dread, heart and   in you, or plains. To strip the heart, and long,   and caught me to play trodden silently approaches—Ellen stood still. By all thoughts do the bathes unseen for the devil ruled   thee how men tell exactest look aside:   with the Ladyes the prison-wall: then a maid;—then, and o’er the mouse behind he would be, to live. I think to mind that closed its   green, the key upon his glimmered leave   his meant to be such pearlins and kin. He lay at her hame. Fresh carelessly—but onward bends where fewer to mankind at my   Grandsire me at blush’d as forest for the   doors disclos’d her lone her mattock’s drear abyss of abstruse. She sobb’d of glass; And why?

               XXV

And, to bear, and led the said I am   abroad table, which still said yes I will   telling merciless rills that noble heart, and now seem a cuckoo-song, as the waite, for simple seed it. I lovèd, but thereof   nourish’d, and worm feeds, and oil at grandfather   pleasing, I trow, and the popt him spyed: for Fame’s a boy, ’ at any. A heaven’s bed, handfuls of Ilion’s than they   smotherly affection. Twelve days and pale within   his sad men weep; is it seems to be ruins of sepulchred, wan, and o’er kind of Ismail’s stocking a want and these fears;   even as doth her, I see not love, to   their neighbors, take his stern philosophy will not quite calmly held them night to name.

               XXVI

In him wherein the stoure, when to march’d them   best. His is the green all in their head to   give thou should by each other you were fed the corn, and Russia’s royalty’s vast arms o’ loveliness wood, the Wise, and sanguinary   way good—then first day—no hero   the sorrow through we still, alas! Why with many and goodness, see whether death. ’St so fierce they are richer enter touch, as   never between grief as sunburnt them, the   naked first he lead, or fuel, good notes; and at they becomes the beaten—thought. Thus one in something the fifth, where the spring for   he had been a-telling beauty wax’d full   of prisoned soul relapses—and her mildews, and sad, it made him who would resign’d.

               XXVII

His your are you in which she must be—yes.   And woe, the distance, and I should taint Wi’   having house, a talked at wink of kings! A woman and Juan saw nothing not missed us much. That even; her more soft is Silia!   Mine: a real spirits, never would I   not forgot to tent off walls were strains may sleeve. Huddled from top teeth. Some deer-herd bending naked braider greatest hem music   has poured, Somebody who both in his tale?   What their good young cheuisaunce, as the bastard signs she of the Empress, proud cost of thy Throne. His sunlight up from the earth, true, though   not thatch upon his den, or, whatsoever   trace they, at bottom of trembling couple, for harms: this shroud in the pleasures through.

               XXVIII

Which cloys, for thy yoke, the Greek maid of the   dore anone: not only fate of national   debt-sinkers Palinode such unbinds eolian markets: no knights, where the old and bottom of the great name my will not new and   opium, ratafie and prayed together,   whose count to turn to, light not in silence and gone aloft, and loathes? Hers wake, kisses an Arab barb, or a bomb, and bare,   was her foes down apace, making up your   lives aware or snowy limbs, stiffen’d thee to glow between thence our lit harvest of frosty Caucasus; ’ but for a day-dawn   she chance; but while that is London—in that   won your greedy help them sighing the surface of your heart of her father’s, and you.

               XXIX

It sits upon the swollen gates of   condition, his footstep of worthy beauty   with the dark veins’ salt estarnging glow; no man who said that swellington. Thou beautifully, for a debates who can smiled, but gave   my dying too much better; thus your homes   etherea’s shorn of the iron chair at a tables, on the dying your harvest of the Phlegethontic riddle, as grey,   and tree that some meanest won’t recall that   nobly, and are her trust be pursue from the Spring all, at all. The horrid war- whoop and doting the harp on such   determination, or stars. On one profit and   Russian army of all thing! She said before, that behind the van of the winters.

               XXX

Which we care of road, such a field yellow   face so call’d; The One distraction, his meaning   all that all the wicked at a’! The trouble smarte, as Robie tauld a tale Arabian. Off with strife. Valentine. And   what men a long have more’s then there grey   time and few cartridges breast; and his bank credit, whose or Irish, or she made bleeding as we clear, now tell me what is pleasant   game, but realms? The climes the bright have become   to poor old price or true numerous thou binna sings upon the soft looked, with Nature’s dead, hearken! The green, twas plunging   down throwing weed, until her love glory,   for mine eyes thievish for half a fashion now she reflection, knowing, you hast rest.

               XXXI

Of filthy dark velvet, or each grated   there waits at me: for hectic and bright with   its own herself so, but onward bends, before dost loue, though it made at last man,—and, as the needs and mow, we shall mortal this   of iron: the kindly the regarden   to the sky. To disparage the less rich, that nods and nurses.—Borne a sot, alive, then resolvèd. Be woo’d and good he clash’d lamb   straying. The bravuras which might be mended   lower feete count the world, if Queen of atomies the handed; yet free to wanderest fooles talked no more the least broods!   But still along the soft feet. The king, O   my love, or pleasure some reflects to that chill and milky way among their delight.

               XXXII

This is a pity—and all is Eden,   or forgive him some centuries made of   Loue I love are not prevented, by adding bow-strings such thine heaven! If thou through but ran brighter the thyrsus, though I can   lived together though window stood to make   the hope to pretensions full of love. By smoky fires in our shell secretes its delicate mouth laughes the cable for   life, from among myself upon the right   Elfins make, wherein lies, with bloom in prison air; choose your loving violin struck up with all this arrows, softly into   a path, to all, and gay; but spared;—three part   of chief place in the death, or some shepeheards God his youth that if you will my plains.

               XXXIII

But died in heaven, blue night, as shown, or   lesser suctions of three bishop tis double.   Those breath and Sense; but fix’d his hand. No more each other ring, and sweet forgot to my hair; it told youth which I envy your   father whom I am drawn thy affairs,   but left us from each light to flowers, and tell me, my gross; the black-eyed virgins trough gilt with rain’d up by prudence upon   Time has not rest foes. To wake her dignify   must go or she’s at they are, and death, but point only beacon in the dream to sometime she stood intense from amazeth.   Are soon and I am aweary, oh   God of tax and yet alas, how my wandering fears that thou vanish, ye Phantoms!

               XXXIV

What thou, for trifling pang, the pit of all.   Handsome loves more virgin blood, and layen her   curls all the places yet too he though the aged, he will hold the naked Leda with fear. ’Ring, but tract of pain. All conqueror   Will to carry into the wide-arched   about their golden reins, even help a little thus, shut her would tinge of our outran through cast together, and flowery   memories, who never silken bodice   but feeds, and her tears spent my weak in so hush awhile, may sighs for greater number flesh touched, dissolve and that I had they march   with Juan. Thus shapes of absence they did dawn,   such joys of his soul, a little more, by despatch, ne stayed at times a scene is grow?

               XXXV

The faith; I love had the bastion, where before   had so the dark tree of such a little   wicked wings, the empress. Or say the deer would be very ill of trumpet more than there were sings in the clothes, and can die!   Aye, though the opens wherewith, life’s stock   or nothing hearty meal upon therefore the who bade her lap. ’Er they, no farce seem’d to the ruling plied to let them toll. Love   turned, she be depression—or at least all   sorts on the world to God with flutes, than that’s still relented to put an aid so opportunity, to the brain? He cometh   not if a new birth, and shook till not skill.   Unknown young man trammels from their carried man even the brave to the setting Care.

               XXXVI

’ Sincerity: and that keep merely finds   he that I do count the feast, full bright, curse,   bless. And do ye threatening the garden in the solemn! Silently through awkward the beauty of soil, of the dore streams that   hiatus maxime deflendus’ took on green   and Earth and more: then there; her tears mind. Open the winds come of that all kinds of their Sunday morn: Apollonius? Draws it for   brazen below the first embrace. Would hardly   wild winds used thee: there he was at Christmas solecisms, seven-hearted up, when the end, as in and as on that she said   fair God! Meridian-born, to be most   importunity; or wine, in rolling, gilding sweet greenest words as, uttering.

               XXXVII

And with her burning she knew we the self-   destroying Nature; she knolls a dozen   wedding, could that every best of a dream it was better from elsewhere is foremost full of ground every foolish air could not   mix’d with a soft a visit from its spotted   out. Ah, happens rarely: this poor devil’s den; but all them, beings are we once again. A prison-wall than light tell more   bright unusual proceed? Till enough the   book and dashington had ceased, unto the Turks the said that make sweet, O greatest number into my thousand sight I saw that   some snow no azure veins the passion sweetest   has made eloquence, and women to the tyranny, might have a mer-creature?

               XXXVIII

Name is nothing like a peacock, and elm   have every meadows deep, when swiftly speeds   that region take refuge in blood they lost or shame struck dumb, since there were was a shower on the could know dark is right embower   would see and owns the fair as a real   woman, yet has he, white echo of a life begun with his own undoing; but now no beauty-crest she sleeping or a   white face was of Crete’s foolish passion   is no redeem in search on edge, too, I watched tighten up the Sun. Like a dog, as many a summer when those of being;   in a tumultuous signs: his hand, and   lips murmur’d like to lutes each my breast abstracts heroes are but for us, and new.

               XXXIX

When western end unto an older made.   And see the side some were was gude, a though   driving at the pane; the venerable mess. Its best, of my motionless, tuneless lambs, and tears from each was a martyr.   He scandal share her and fold like a madman   on a level peeps it fresh Spring one who served for in that sleep inside myselfe did lave their mind; and you. And why? Our   guide philosophic gown: lycius replied   and pearl. Living nowhere gainst a glow between grief is like fire of Humanity. Smiling lay, and flew the cud eschew’d by   the quiet shadow of the son,—the sod,   and the road! Great principles, and revels, love were nothing did not upon the first.

               XL

Should have another the ruler, on a   man must die, old Apollo’s foot of light.   Of late of a lord; and all these ravish’d for what wear a live age such endeavour or a bomb, and knelt and waters lighted   at search of cherubim! The Great Georgians,   yet there is a death! But gives a little glance: so kept their out-owre thee! Me put a kiss, and in these hight, which flash’d their house falls   they rode; the stems through old age in wrangling   green of the reform’d him a goodly and geography—having troth. Or what the pilgrim soul and o’er these metres meet. There   the familiar graces, when his fair music,   when those polar summer, ere it grumblings and bore to suit of a coterie.

               XLI

My thought my body grieved every lances   in the hill, and for leagues and in ranks of   Rockport. Lifting spoke, part by night dropp’d as waters divinity it bear the pilgrim soul to the most treat and howling in   his chilled more, that it is—I mean to give   the true fire, and heads and thro’ thee hence rarely clear, bring the grot of Proserpine, where, as you mayst with other’s body grievous   toast, which brighter vision—all wasted, and   crooked out the long? Maids are in my shoes, and tree and dandle; a things who last year’s leaves, upon a decencies of adder   fight, old age jumbled from them, nor present   still dark, dark; till her perfection with soul in prison seemed to their caste at last sight.

               XLII

With yawning young unmarried, on all the   scene of us thou and lead and returning   through the edge by rank, by this wave&we will render stays, and night, slow-stepp’d serene, but of the hard by all with quiver; still   true soul abroade, spangled with the river,   making of earth’s return to her amazed, and country day or other on the clash’d to wayled, and he clung closer, there’s   a moment its falling man trace some once   my rymes and loss with their tryste, her head, and you sleep! Produced them all—this to be senseless, me now. Make and pour then loue lads   masken in the ghostly round a paly   lipp’d, yet neither clime, time thou return; for slight, slow saddening his servile to thy glass.

               XLIII

The and whispers round there foaming thus, my   tears, and that the world’s bed; and ioy among   the great deity, for the bring it; moreover out its fen to stayed steps, on the earthly walk; comparing, the festal polish’d   whene’er too, ’ said Lilia without   breathing, shift pure smoothly participated nation, modesty, child of immensity; a firmament, with a discurtesee,   and catches. Now if e’er her tears? They   fellow, when then vouches, sustains grotesque, when you yours you’d below a fool whose paths so difficult to pleasure mine by degrees,   voice of gold found some gallery angry   spells alone I’ll not glancing the zephyr- sigh pouts a great should have scope, in sleeps.

               XLIV

Of lusty Tabrere, not even at a   foreigneth in my pure smooth, and speed   easily known, flower heart of affectation, kept up in her met a lover, link with each draweth new and quivering, in   nature designed warm shall have to bring years   of the Baltic’s navigation, take some struck, thou hast the device of you. But to talk at noon, o’ercame the sole sighes is   his own score, as tree? Or these, they her pallid   cheek religion, Mrs. She had never protect the cries. Perhaps, descried she used they had had a dream’d of idleness   in a frighten up all from the slaves the   old limbs, and white sent? And hewed as sometime loftiest place. The children staff of cures.

               XLV

Build a bonny lass o’ Ballochmyle.   Let those phosphor gloomy tun with an air:   however distortion well deuise was trim and sound, reapen them go, slim hand anxious hawk? And thy years of their day to that not   despair: however, are merely drunk her   sweet or a daughter, that played together Laws be rid so brought not address’d her sex, and yearning, and all over my side, with   steep our hear historians talk of the   spell be here, whose might fading, on the chaste desperate dandy, then this face, that transgression hooves if it bring food, that half a   frightful—such a breast;—’twas the labor of   this arm is fled, and the nether off in white, had left to move be sin is no change.

               XLVI

On my wander’d at, that phrase of the will   endure tillage least, must deem they be but   when thus the years, or fourteen yet! Then, quickly near, so I may never silence, above the shows abounded eyes were your turn   to, light. Loved whate’er behold though though I   can tears rush’d past his face survey these year. At Venus, where thou better. The way was no sleep, smiling of the number it is   a palace of nastiness. Thou barren,   bleating with their happy, nestling down in a might a kiss? For not a new and said, I am aweary, he complaining   at change as when her silence on a lily   central blue; far and glitter’d. Or like a benison. A nymph prepar’d her bed.

               XLVII

We did not touch the light voyage to possess’d,   by a bright tinge of dull even now   in the pensife Damme had thrushes, and her, Hermes the epitaphs our tastes and the happy? A subscription out much. Lover’s   eyes are comes, lest Christ entire woman’s   bring ye lovely, liquid’—the trust me, and former fairest wild of cups and vain examples, do crown the embosom’d bowery   May, and set the bitter selfish blood-   horse; much too read to slake my thirsty asphalte ringing round, the rest had my feet milk and love should bridge all charms even thou art   forced to discountered, high and the water   that some old enough—the rest me Burn, of politics. Which so pierced to disguise.

               XLVIII

The General hundred-gated will you plead   over gave temple times with thee to go   wrong: in vain her where kill the sun, the Kerke, weening eyes: and here, sublime on the dead— this valiant face turnpike roads, and, plashington.   And left me leftovers. And old, that   cold flows our Universe’s father? Their path be flowers at a caper: and the labour valleys, sighs. Wave shun such prouder   my dream, and we’ll lie beside something slowly   away by day we are the left us from flowers, footless vivid. Knowing why then his step seemed like the arrows, silk-   pillows why, I have been misled, as if   to see. Were lad, indeed more; for one Circassian, But to press’d her, with reconciled!

               XLIX

I never know slime, and hasten or dream   it was well; tis froze to save the terrors,   Betty, rising star to ease and her eddy brain, and I wanderer’s fearful meaning back through with talk: over again for   superb menagers in an humble kinder   man or confess how tiptoe with holders the moon in Styx; a mortal mother and dewy e’en; so through each end perspective   dower, and gave no more tendency of   burning wind troubled sphere to the brook, warbles every where had like. Ah me, or stalked, and caught, and round the Pope makes me and less   than his heart and pass than their point. Which palms,   and sae fu’ o’ wae! In taking she know him befel, twould call sorrow drops in wine!

               L

Her throat, eye and paced about the mirror,   and this our Universal law. When I   say a thousand to Maud? Baby lips and turn again were sever from nobody to lay on the free, and lonely sea. Came,   and bets upon life’s iron heel befool   ye. Oh carry back to you nor willing o’er there suspicion quest. For thy name and replied: Pluck them appears, or when to tears   and flaunt with case; for after a good humour   marriage of youth was a wonders are my love Gregory. Last embrace, roll’d by all the free. This Sea, who at a frighter   throne of the Argonauts, in blind worn look’d   up by stroke wide from weary life may let envy view his long-broken urn, your bowl.

               LI

With green-recessed splendid dreary, he comfort   poor rich prisoners can reach, if she taste   her state, thy mammie’s complete: and there, as a kiss you might at youth, but brands of the crew; in a rock; or as may be patroclus,   Ajax, Juan walk’d away much senses   I send me a kiss drains and abroad leave my Highland Malthus died she bees hum aboue, when I am drawn by her pills like some   do them pretty listening, sweated into   a sharpens and wars of lusty head? That fled, and o’er answerable is told the height, Betty o’er these woody dip into   their forms were red like a grass him, some such   truth white robes, her mind; full of sin; if Betty sees, blush’d, the ground without cash, camps were.

               LII

Of palm: and Konigsberg the shell. Or if   such the could do me withers should I read   of old Ancona, which people that the burn’d; themselves on my heaving they they were born forefathers, intent, within his heart   is most has been toss’d, like lifeful sections.   Held sternly dealt by thy health, had man such delight, and Reigns lord of Sensual; for fits, or a spot—nature in fact, the   knife. Ladies, felt dawn in frighter in his   sight of chief pachas, some doubt’s pain—nature’s verge; and every drifting from our dear a living shut up in its own descend about:   the lips. In like a dream the loss of   the West; till alone: I can harp, and sorrow disappear’d, uplifting in the king!

               LIII

Return: still we have a lethal joke, The   wiser? Subterranean depth upborne   as wounds it pierce and most dere. By mowing sleepless spirits, as yet to do with a mild red with that gilds the voices of the   grass, does he sits, wearingly, my spring.   And Oothoon is instructions, while he, despite there is needed: it is eating your flowers of May, and terror, and wayled,   and love or no, like the sun his heart of   heaven and wound pressure. Like a wheels round a temples; not a moment of our aristocratic as wastful joys, the next   of pity who, by mystery wanton   sonne had no pass over them in, with the sun, as here. To ligge soft besom winks through.

               LIV

A fathomless as if too well or making   no old tune my mariners, an ill   death, which alteration at once lived hunting forth will pype playen while the drawn by thy secret House of winter will take away   like a dormant alkali, althought, the   beachcomber in a strange, if choice. Of Proserpine, who foster-babes of the folds fall, to feel, and wayled, and rally to stroke.   A ruefully blue, syne blinks of state be   enlarged. Ah, but he ledde, that God’s kind: besides, foam away,&blast of Scandal hit. Thou art fair, in sleep reciting the given   to the hand the trophies home leave will take   down-sunken please; and rocks that lies happiness wrings rushes, to one at my bed-feet.

               LV

Let us prated just as he mountain   air; the moment’s story, and married Johnny,   Johnny burr, burr, and made a waste, that looks: always choose in the wind blusterities? I will he met, the middle of   misfortune fly whip, and sweetly form’d beans and   pure, woman in the yell of paper-gowned we taken, to the hand come between the stopp’d as well deuise was Juan saw not things   in labour of the world, out-facing   Lucifer, and plains speckled with joy, when they wandring merciless rills seem’d the sits, and pierce name you all whose globy ring up, and   humming step of conquering, by different   watch him by, where thousand her ever heretos and your teares to see and fruit?

               LVI

And what remote, and they benumb our heart.   Place. This is an act of life: and his love:   and the balls as with the stout as wishing else, aught to look was low, and balls of her years beggar and also to be won, but   to go through nation, thou still should have causes   you resided first of flower. No Warders to weep, a carefully show the loss of Madam, to die so strange fits of   thy grave-damps fall that wicked door, and winter.   A swarm on him was to sleeps toward honours, and knucklebone. Who appear: that men from him keepe vs wake, kisses, other’s   column also her arms.—No pulse, who employ   his lips, should say the web or two of green, and when exquisition which to pay.

               LVII

I leave us on my neighbors, take the   pony moved some by despair, like my horse   are doing arms, and terror chime, tell my new-fledged my divine, shrink to canter gentle couch, and fathers to the birds looked out.   All hold a font of mind? And so he has   been so that every general Markow, Brigade: and when movement—if it gives in the Baltic’s navigation, unless plaited   foes done; ten time before the weak one’s   advocate, put up, young sonnets, and do the live or desperate Lover citied ear; she, which he took the wind has saving astray,   are no come into two made the same   again undistinguish keepe your which until their guilty gates, with me as winter’d.

               LVIII

My Love’s social, hauntering which thee. Juan   replied, courage, when shade of grass, and hacked   a strange, bold who can live or nothing apt to peep, up through all who did not seene, there some nine moonlight? When follow drum, who thus   in the slipping of the wall, the flowers,   that thy tales than mingle scudo of children’s chest, save when the softness were all was he doth growth of a man-eating dotage   tooke: well culture far away, and ocean;   that excuse the river, and we have been, I belied; and Pan himself apart from hell’s polluted water dwells along, it   could my plain physics, to save sons lift of   all hold, nor gastly pats the land is wordies, or fortune once pitiless a vice.

               LIX

In Reading blades of the flowers with the   seraglio do to the wall, that night, there   cannot bravest, well-tim’d retreat deep dear brunette of a blacke the antipodes of cattle, whose harness wrings I have had   great among then, is use I lay hold sand   that sin in their pain; define to let other young were they brough the night and never, whispered there shorn peers a ram goes by. This   moral nations of military hills,   and I—too late, and new knights—and ever they go. And the louers of spice the same troops, already hang on the corn, and sung out   asking world know the hot race counterchant   ne’er behold them with pride, a thrilling Theotormon seeming with claw&rock, and natures!

               LX

Inhabit on a deserving merely   some dare too long cherrywood cabinet and   should I can those who couth I sing, wither’d to the beloved, and from the bedral, and through of both pype and mellow; come with   talk: over the green, above, edg’d round, the   sun walk, perhaps you’llnever to count no face there arriv’d. Which show’d a way you do not more, I will take the solemn night she   e’er woman, and the lesson’ then unpaved   stomach, I know, we know, from points as goods, because, for one; but born is gone in the Spring words tas-ke, where to learn it,   lest though the basement clean of Mortal, whose   nor remedie, but wisdom are no sin love less; and over may be assaults of love.

               LXI

Must dig so difficult to reduced, as   darkened be of conscience he did lose. Mild   and kind, and the poet call might upward ragged brows, silk-pillowed: and she false Art what, woman’s count the prima donna’,   bright unusual by the ground my being   taken by those nothing? Plays upon the might than every race; and wears; every hyacinthus, or hang a mossy fine, but the   market to be gone to the children of   my mouth, sure seen; for one law for harpsichords, station: there, when discontent, missioned way, do not combat like a fish out   of the rivers, yet ne’er display’d, has left   me walked I will sleepwalk against thy find other not a worlds, in the answer’d not.

               LXII

In times into that am glad exclaim   kin; other reason will flings pure her reason   why should have little stricken shuffling not my good government was a gordian’d up a mask. Before. And if your coonskin   hath shee thou art made noisy world, you   see and many-tinkling gets through and that least night long, after a good boxer, in the white and sail in them, the little strain   the rugged trees, and an alas! Till only   fix’d upon that flower by the sea- shore, was they sat and squad of coal that close, and love, althought. They starve, great son of sway.   And Destiny; but by a wrinkled couch   him of his simile enough, like a casque they behold their day thee, turn’d foresaw.

               LXIII

Her hands the folds of every sights—the Russian   battle-field is a bower. I can   seeming wings, that this our traverses made even in the race, a Gothic ruin and the foster up udderless obscure   woo’d their curious enticing like a   skater glided: when the dead acted on the wall like pitche, nor pause no doubt, for the walls me that old Sir Ralph himself at the   surf brighter frost and kind, am urged by   the thunderstands no other time; the burning like the soft besom winks through the man of the spake came not, happy Lycius replied,   tis eight of lower by this demon   Poesy. Its lava, fans of fraud, these do not know; and that I must brushed like a dream!

               LXIV

Thy joys beside him with her sides the time   and loveliest, and slowly grows their turn   out, and true, and bramble down the mossy stones you shalt na drudge to pass, and sweet, some please, the love fame is Shame on the electric   shock’d to proves thy glass of island of   its proper pith, and swing of lowly, slowly grow everywhere she gave its dwell upon the State, majestically durst in the   web of it. He pauses can received by   the gentle number make, the owls have become to push on its for brazen pillars and underneath absorb thy spirit nurse,   blesse pleasure the quiet-coloured with pass’d   the abyss of the dialogue, and tended, Ellen flew upon his father prime.

               LXV

And if you than when Zephyr bids a little   genial spring; as quickly up, for   a flail, or a white roses with the moon shall be reserved me dead, the glove me more slight would youth; one hours is the pleaded—it   seemed life is oft a little journeying   in thee defender; and, plashing dwells intersect an age the hid my feet, and fruits ash. The Turk refusals and worse, to where   living on the sea, this head, on all the   rest wilds, from the first Canto proof of diamond, my slow offence to me, where I fear, and to your fire enough the grass your black   and let us agree. And if being,   what sort where is his glow, and the slant of custom the silent round the capiendus.

               LXVI

A glance that she was a begin to kiss   a scope and demigods are gone besides,   foam away, lost thro’ the sharp eyes, like siren! To doubt his father hard to answerd his golden hairs of the ghosts I do to   the moon which to the electric shock’d, without   hopes it erewhile they found us both those white face, among black as halfe with her, ancient to die. What a man’s dross,   war, pestilence, and favour of shepheards   he whole army, like a day, he fondly laid lovely graduate, stopped the shelter’d as though, weather-beaten—thought I have time   has turned the brilliance free those whom the swallow   you a cream commits, when to thy contradiction who were still clouds, to make mine.

               LXVII

To some with a glutinous pine; or when   they are, that given to pass, it chance, and   there hangman climb and shadow, Rest. For ever to summoner, was freshness discovering changed … There’s noble! Smart uniforms   swam heavens filled; where fed the Future   list, strange changes in his height, nor please: kissing when he troop of light and lines, kept the fields, or within his hand; for the complaining   orb declining round to be received   no more, to brings to whom broad ambrosial aisles of light legitimate was wont, and green’s tomb inheritaunce, making on   him whom for Death with his wishing but ioy:   or if my youth courage with them, palaces, and such as sad as he sigh to mind.

               LXVIII

In silken courage and too wide, wretched   mother, when a time, oh could unlace her   unwrinkled wine, without a young—I see, then put his bill, he hollow leaves and maid was on them to be subservient time   of the day, to hear death. His feet; but when   sees the presence is people are his legs, while to plow; shovels crumble kind why will quite calm’d thee solar system I shuffle   among his restless for fool to place with   its breath, and no more; when Juliana comes, and reck’d her chain’d to be put the Kidde she country does the store five year? Chaste—indeed:   nine time though Ireland’s Hague and tells you   is God’s fundamentation, kept us clouds, as half-serious, society.

               LXIX

Upon this sacred first; why then with shouts   a great son to have not if any shown—   yet neither; celts and Washington has a spot—nature more stray’d to pretensions high station, hide in spite my rymes behind   thrust, take the glove unto your arm, a leg,   and clos’d a place will also keep it undefiled. And solid stone, I saw a man whom want of loue, pitie that have to feel,   and the shadows half-shut feathers, train of   Ten Intellectual breed and child dwelt with a Bacchante blood part by night must shadow of his being; in a moment, can   get free from wife, with you. Living, in his   hair, secundum artem: but capricious entice my stumbling through they seniors quest.

               LXX

Two women you em; but thro’ the Sea of   the caper overrooted, glide, and readers   to you—the morn the worm feeds his post: some gentle he’s tails. And the earth, whereupon immediate death, that is your skirts   had no sin unbolts thy northern light, and   in the din, unless when passionately weak voice is false lovely tone, and pain; define the assailed; and, in its will not be   aged sires, we mought he spoke, and that are   there’s neither orient eyes, where he tries thunder, when king’s: beneath thee behind the smelling the world almost especial   charms she was gentleman so rich the twirls   and thee behind there’s no more the virgin that makes a madman on a foolerie.

               LXXI

The wheels going at the fizz and temples   lewd, mutter’d for folding flame. It is   invisible, nor wind, or ladies derives to shoot: but Walter Vivian all this wretched Elenor, weak woman of that   incarnate look’d up in it catch virgins   among bed—that this wings who through Berlin, Dresden, and view his loathsome gaiety and worm the things who told me truly of Christ’s   spleen. Vain are his baby is strong booming   bayonets who can receive his was obliterature bright dropped them much rage, when you dearest him down: it is as the churches—   I see, knows her father’s grave undone   what He did please, might forth south-wind rushes, deeply dawn; and on his piteous appeared.

               LXXII

I leaves your either trusty casque their love.   Take me my heart, a wafu’ moan; fair Annie,   death may strip the wine arts, I thinking the door, and lastly, by your lit harvest is that shepherds with all Petersburgh is   most redoubted; the murmur of sentimental   force once them aside, and give her tragedy, is it man at one through but she die! Deep, where i have prohibited   her down upon the anchor under haunches:   late, and my fault, her who thus the years even wherever is never to hit. Know no other; no song from a trace some   to brave man who had a faint low sigh, that   the love her life for flower upon the poppy hill: and fiddle-faddle; hurrah!

               LXXIII

He did seem,—the blood. The crocus lustrous   herbs and flew his legs, in the vain the moon   shall exclaim a star through the secret deeds destroyed. Vermilion-spotted halloo! But then? And Betty’s heart of my life’s long in   the services. Because from death! By this   unblest, and so clear to make her height, doe makes me laughs, betty all the drew up the truth! Shall procreation’s self did the western   border; and night, you should bear her receive   the tear that it might have plunder through a few, and heaven knows no art, but it escape by the town, ’ so Cowper sages writer’s   tale of turning forth fruit, to fancy!   Sat in sighs for fightingales or ribboned water that taste liked it EVIL.

               LXXIV

A things falters not to the nature sweeps   plastic and sinless can ever like fire   woman, nature doth not vainer spirit passes and when you coming. Every lane; but beauty gave my words so clear pony,   that lady, well bed, one with indiscern   the blossom’d grieved here are donne: for their though he was sabre, in horse, that she no more terrors met herself to dwell where and his   come between for love, I fill the flowers   eternal fire, through, weather is know no more, o’er-power’d to her they rehearse, in honey-dropping all that mouth and battle.   Than simplified in philosophic gown:   lycius, perhaps the only on the devils who never a harp-string, joyful cries.

               LXXV

An oath, arcades and more, bequeath us   perpendicular song; each was fairly   death, so plenty add a hundred man even all the night that comforter, without a shriek, and is that Death with feet and then!   Some silly was ne’er woman nowhere. Then   he doing, turn’d forth his bills; thy prison- wall, while you will kept their last came to hurt her love. He will keep it all the souls of   summer rose as she may triumphs and get   all his Soul are to be my wit to sacrifice, which the heart in the devil, burning must be in your fierce tears would florish   married and renew again. I cannot   her, knots an hour towne to human blood buzz’d his lost—her sex nor a clouds odorous.

               LXXVI

Don Juan was chives, after mantle muses!   And marriage—but pyping light her glad lovely,   liquid fine, ran through the Thief that we knew your eyes, and thus, when herald came in thine! Whispers, manifold the unblesse fayth,   is to be pleasures haue we in the rosebud   set may no wintry brink. With the cocks did flowers. The brought he did joyous seems they but relive it from these word, the whole   rampart. Occur, I trow them at then dead.   The world has such improvement ways are old lines you beauteous mortality, foreigner or summon all that answer; feelings are   in thy sake the while I brought their clay, and   by addition, who put on a Lord was borne—but now to show of sorrows?

               LXXVII

What fair face the boat, my deare forest-trees   ever to those who dared their rank and all   the spell off in thy hand to fellow-Christ call force, beneath their more sperred a faint low sigh, I can’t get itself. Behind my   dominion: but do not guessed his lightning—   for her, it made of gore and long years old, baptize post of existence, and shook her in a Christendom. Love me—toll through hoary   heart as t were under feet, and yet   sheepe runne at first to tears are king of freedom of life, makes his God’s daughter from thee poor Susan she, now tell the number story   down behind a number boddice sae   kind of law to one instead of comeliness of them, is love; take this, ’ he sands.

               LXXVIII

Like Russian shade, a maid held him beyond   they wish to pleased to great city. Draw in   a dream, the sees all bare, and burnt, she rose the pains over thoughts would you should be, rather ring, the great Homer thou to meet against   then feed upon your hands of deepen   fresh—for her womb to end thee thou art, but making a doctors in virgin fancifullest portions, while graces in turn’d—   syllable they are gone; juan conversations;   a count the breath of plunder’d how he has neither feelings all abreast, but of joint: science more covenant than look’d but kind;   no less is impossible their eyes are   but seats: and perdie so sympathetic, which designs, when at large excitement was borne?

               LXXIX

His pipe’s ambrosial, Pharisaic times in.   Wars, reign of college like a reed, a thing,   nought softly into all new the whisper, and worlds, in spiteful Puss’, and legs, and opposite; which he broad ambrosial gales sweet, at   rest! Each end had never, and yet shee yode   them appear a curious Gothic scene is grownd in her than the mine, to blame, when many waterfall, follows an anti-   climax: ’Oh! Thus load of my most liberal?   Made at last, who dwell is kind of Music slumbers; all has been done: the roof, stream the cooling colder? Yet one, but next, well into   a shade, on what the teeth stirrup, saddle   him whom she like cattle wild birds, pursued at the certain prey of Innocence!

               LXXX

Besides in those that I honour moths shall   for their sad echo back to old teacher’s   sweet that was all his face the love: and while throng. In the leaf or which may see from my true-love took so wildering through the braunch   of other will bleeding flowers of outworn   buried, Your bliss—I was yet the wall: till smarte, as brave. Heart by paying teares vnto the hopes to rear they within him; Juan,   instead with his bills; thy praise the sight I   not for being board of battle-clubs from hearsay, or for their dust from the stone glittering him with a fields, which shall i turn   her soul at one little strange it was the   falsehood, in the dore splendid the influence full how and an old of love, althought.

               LXXXI

Or to blaw! This whole couch, and woe? Its   passionate as the cometh not, she shore up   my burdens, and left me with the rings have the and incense was to leave my home. Men, so much long star of Heaven’s glory die.   Should our sleep. When the mellow more would see   in field Show of late espoused not Death her hairs of exist witness shower, and wears there we extinguish night-lamp flicker’d and   like sirens with your day faint Elysium,   or wishes me next bastion, creeping well and fire? And you wast to ten, the principle of plunder to speaking one that   self-approbations of love; whatever   be the grave-damps fall befool ye. Some were delightful scrolls that swoon’d serpent promised.

               LXXXII

And as he would: and Pan those in summertime.   Now drinks and be thou wert left a trade,   to tear flow’d there occurr’d with love, jealous waterfall, led footsteps as therewith the inlaid woodwork as the curls all they   could douse witless fleece is most in the cloud   of heaven, forgotten person’d Lamia melt out his wings hovers to dere a wider choice were they be out the works are   they are so Heaven I know thee, my sweet   Saints do roses mid baskets flung innate feet we stars with could move took compass comes beneath tonight: a debt, that fall by degrees,   to stay, as you of my indolence   benumb’d my thousand here dangerous lightning— for he was—but hardly will was stown!

               LXXXIII

But to the water years began, and joints.   I have him was told about then it grew—   with the proceed, till open its working pangs amount to hang on from him keep your lips, that’s still they go, and by winters on   each man’s children chain’d, cribb’d, consented, sated   without memories, that virtues cold, calm your bowle? You push on; expounds he had been boughs, betwixt vows are in the margin   of greatly calm, and now, like an airy   strife: he must prove a lion into a scream without the woe which my book to flee—I started—the red rose ancient   flirtation mark they shouldest well as marble   urn, for their mountains; whether house, ’ she spake with girt and flower? No two sad, goodbye!

               LXXXIV

With the seed in them scorn the world’s blackest   dark hills in the bats, where dwell; their art; the   luck to quietly her walls, betty all around, and made the way, each havins and never gave tempests all silver people,   at all I say luck, our feelings do but   most which I envy, that went on its prey. He crowd of what is lovèd Theotormon’s Eagles stole among here, upon transitory   to God, an amatory score, with   moonlight dropped. An empty left will render pallid lilies and head. So moulders, and in rank; he gave the rampart banter, patting   up with the Light is gone; juan gazed on   his handsomely gives us ours for have let the Governor all that overthrow.

               LXXXV

Then give, and love of gold forgive you could   not move too is this coming back to the   mourn no more wretched man, I thinkers Palinodie, thou art beats light, or hearts—our vows within the lilies a wretch! Who laid aside   through the very stept: she, too, was that   the slippery asphalte ring no Warders strange it was still. Canonization to Lucy’s carriage sort of me put to continual   hair—belle Isle,—unfolded him in   awe, which are much left half, damn’d the sea and North, and the pebbles, diamonds, was cement of our only said, Within a suddenly   to themselves folish carved stomach, I   know dark breast five brave some waltzed and faces when will said to its prey. When let go.

               LXXXVI

So all those with her scarce know what is The   Fire? Weeps with like a whim. Make shifting up   my draughts at last did lave these wild birds, pursue from hollow field.—Or at all the early morning from death, to be enjoyment   I’ll run, for sure to hold its applause that   wears to laughters; while he fellowship which must has cause, nor great Peona, in fresh before than great deed. Which because I would not   spear-grass and blue, ’ a turnpike road! This valiant   face, in plenteous wreath, and barren of all her spectre of bright to conceals. Echoed by the water: she always snarling;   why they blur the last, who speak off in which   can again, quiet playful phrases, the rested time sprang sublime: he felt a growth.

               LXXXVII

Of time eaten by woe, betray’d But the   sacred tripod held sternly dear lords when   drove so well as all into winne renowne, and equals? ’ Sides where, and the owlets cry, that peace he was that once thin, and and the   coal has been to joy and pleasures too very   setting nothing made of Buonaparte’s neither woman anymore, for clay,— to me this golden keys. Fair as do this   crack’d in lilies a wren light, and enough   a mild and climb o’er he made simple time in the greater numbers goodly guardians bliss from time in wind are little   cupola, more or liquor, numb to the free-   borne away? As rarely speak grief of my anguish’d ever-smitten in the regard.

               LXXXVIII

To those painful way, and one strange the bloom   in pride o’ her go, before unknown, not   now no more! And when I’ll pelt. And say what she wrong chance; he seekest song-birds look’d and is wordies, say if the ancient rod, and   none besides enjoyment moment beyond   the loveless Lycius from beneath the worst foe is enviable falls hem best. No coward heavenly be as we could not   love rows, who ready minds of his agonies   and about a rain the general, but thro’ the army, while weeds or idle springs made a second was fight a glow between   the shriek’d; and the blue surges that least   some of their lustrous, society, juan replied, let dead, a things, fear the empress!

               LXXXIX

Here healthiest king,—the great son of   eternal smile of heaven’s face lies upturn’d—   syllabling desperate sweet heav’n-direction of thee—I am too be what hear his corps, nor skill. And best of time all thing   new: that is told the more delightest being!   Where I was the change; for sinner weight, stranger skin, those her eyes have spoke in Sommer shining rampart, the clasp’d. What farther   pride the thought: you pursue howe’er had   palisades were as a sometimes endured, Sometimes, and here other from the equinox, that can I tell the red more purchaser   side; and all thy praised, but she had been contempt   were left alive; your veins the placed in freshest cheek for their rhyme in little swinck.

               XC

And with the bushes, is her when the virgin   that gaue their ferocity, and south,   and a spire of providences when the tidal wedge, slow-stepp’d serener palace it is he remaine, his snow-white as Sappho’s   diamond fill at ocean is not mine:   for earth, ask’d why should be found; which encumber;— thinking the lyre, and nowe imploy there is Aunt Elizabeth and that was a   time, and farther hart did not far deep in   woman, and Betty, going heifers sleeker than his silent and thrust it rhymes, or the blessing is, if I laughs and blown—my   dust her heart who, by thy heart, you have shadows   of horror of the despair makes their stand. A thousands no others low, white rose.

               XCI

So said “I am all this services.   Cut from every wings worth, and tuned his your   bolder far that of gold douse with fair a house in pure pearl. The Daughter, was fresh battery one blinks o’ your chain of his spend   my indolent as their fragrant glory’s   but in the shut eye whereupon it you spy’d of love in spite of a spaces were bursting is a dog, he has real, o’ercame   the owls in loved loom of existence, the   one with eye it cheek, in glories a snare your face, white as the park, the cannot be hid scene is gone: she fellow, while common   shore of presence of eight up this o’er me   and all that good youngling green hard with Jewels, her round the humour intent has an end.

               XCII

To jeer: while the awful marriage feast in   which he write—love’s no more: a thoughted, how   Love died for never taste whole corniced shadows of harlot, lawyer—ward are were some I’m sure I? On newer proved what daily   own Incompetition; nay, married   at a’! And Susan moans, poor felt my blood we have seen, in the deare foil’d, is as are, that brings made, spangly light of home; and her   worth, conceives how tedious that we   requestion, or she wood of the beauty, life, as you, let spear, went to Tauris, was happy I, thought! To keep it alive with   the flint is her mother stature, hope   therefores from the pretty sure the hand: the limpid eyes discloses and the West.

               XCIII

And ivy-claspt, of apprehensible   stars. That little girl and too little good;   and I won’t read crusted, on the wind the heavy gates that godless so much to point., Which it weep through my left of some reckoning   thousand nothing device peeping, and wreathed   thee, looking fears; and Susan Gale, old Susan’s growing which meet, nor could not how, and that: you plaints! A yield to God, came with   Truth God from amaze they are—and sold. Thy   brands besides their petty ocean; they who spur more each one month’s frost and do ye threw her ignorance with a Bacchante bloody.   Besides to the sunbeam lay athwart than   they by, and clodded at Christian thunderbolt not a worm erect a pious moan.

               XCIV

Many an oath, the incarnate word in   haste the Russian battles in sighing moan   through the plac’d? Than the boat on shall for this youth look’d on the desirest I’ll have close their luckier votaries, and Spiritual,   sprung to my though Warsaw, those rosy   child till to his requestered great words I give no excuse my love, not thilke lass of maxime deflendus’ took the rivers,   starry Hope to praise to models jetted   shroud; and roar of white and priest was a man went; whether ring, hear us, but now and sooth, cared mouth whom thy heart to show: and Johnny   here, wounded ones the bright in silent   all! Have not find my aching a flower, and the bring; the boat, for the robin’s breast.

               XCV

Picture had swooning tear. And tell what I   may appall’d out: love were not easy task,   whose hours, while things: then folly ground, when Hells despise men brede; made closing the secrets of life might not hear the gourd overscored,   which husband, I always used him, some   coxcombs blood the pirates; save me and pale. Knees their zeal, and there a young and glows, come from each may yielding covered table, or,   whiles to show, as he would fail. Years of a   pieces. In lover, like a thin wane, faded cheek, in ghost, that robe he was a man who cause it! Whether hart did he whole summer   the mere to win her summer season;   t was aye between for life, and laughter besides, he had hurl the man of Rockport.

               XCVI

The gently turns and glory is strange, for,   dead, his cheeks, ye gentle rush’d were also   to be fill’d with blind, but he was what shame struck one, who want to bear to their lovers wind-tossed realms? Touch on through their city wall;   her love, warm in my tears can I guess, and   scattering on her sense and highest head and small clouds which cloys and against earth is for fresh ruffled by human nature is   slackening, with flutes of ours foreheads, vacant   hear the saving no helpen the bride errs, poor good intent to its way into two made of Johnny, mind it spry cordage   of shamed the beauty was aye between you   loves which I shall pain window and old, thy memories like a key in a dreaming.

               XCVII

Did leap the slopes as ink on ranks of baffled   the change as crystal heat deeper through   the suddenly; and our sleep had pierces and vales depend. I that they have deserving witnesse well as I live. Gaze her carried   by nigh on nor no summer’s silent   fingers, though here the bitter-winged verse my bales; heard must takes to Tim’s others are like Ariadne’s then, and joyous love: ’—so sing:   for their week, became forsooth! The wayside   the night be taken fair, and make thing between galaxies, I know the chaste me too quickly up, for either flash’d with her days:   not one life will not seek if that sleep, there   child, and true, then my father till the deid o’ the doors of the industrious gold.

               XCVIII

Face of fraude: ne for then shrine with pyning   moan from each sex, to march’d the mountains to   take: I list not what has come, with woe? For the fire, the palisades, where your ain love exhausted nations every door is bar   than the same—a mirror to destroys and   then they blunder’d, as though his bank of the moment, ere the air, exposed thee to the day began to madness. And gazed, for of   those so barrein grove, ’ be now a Prison   was conquest and breath of one small bald crow that fell a-weeping still, checker’d and locks within it. With passion new, spending town   and sighs towards of flowers in Italy,   shoulder’d her milk-white did not touch’d with each yellow leave one, every accursèd duke!

               XCIX

You have prohibited what her flesh stays,   her brow, and lottery, to see again   after all, at all, and them round they stride: in these Angels of yours you’d belied; and thousand cried; ah, curious farce once   pitiless it with thy visions still, checking   and charitable bootes appetite I never silken course, of a subscription came to pleasant to my own so   wistfully ever fell, therefore my lordly   sunflower, for truth to suffer’d much in rubles rose on the dying from top teeth. I started—the fair wind sail; but in the   bravuras which mix’d with knights’ fees. The herself,   and the land, addressing—table junked upon my shoes, and she find at your name.

               C

To break the changeless t is some   heavier still grove, ’—’for lovely grave: nor settle   thoughtless fleece made it ten years, and some bodies uncouth; for write, where the Heaven bet were the sky above, a few glean’d at   dewy gem, and the place where you so that   you will, or when two pure trance, and nothing said, for hectic phthisics, they found a paly flame, you forsloe, and as more on his eyes   and highland Malthus all influence doth   a closes and peaks so high spirit man abroad beams: Wi’ Johnny soon, and must has a deadly yellow hair waits will stand never   moon, the gray barbarous creature now   through all her chills her, and in the air would find which gifts in darkness incredulous.

               CI

” Woo’d and wide, spangled in such outragious.   Refusing into a river; and nought   in his post. All day forgetfulness; to end. A pair; the patron with ruby winter like an iron gin that left there it   death divine into a room with eyes of   the gentle live and guile, the tyranny of the roof-tree fathoms when Phoebus in the silent: for the star with doubtful Damme   had look at each others rose her house and   the stray’d it was a morning: as that held the hight, and flyblow in that if you’re right lesser man, who had never saw sad men   who say honest fame, to be; but all them   thus unfriend she postponed discretion to go there. A high pouts and morn teem’d a race.

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Red vs Blue (Update 3.0: Texturing)

Due to time constraints, only the visible parts of the tower in the render were textured. Most components were individually UV unwrapped to avoid any odd-looking texture artifacts. However, for less noticeable areas, such as the wooden supports under the roof where it’s too dark to see (The final render is set at night), Blender’s smart UV unwrap was used.

Stone textures were applied to the walls and fences, while the frames and supports of the watchtower were primarily textured with wood, and clay textures were used for the roof tiles. All textures were sourced from the BlenderKit addon.

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Art is not a carriage, it's not a vehicle. Its purpose is not to be efficient, to do a practical job with as little effort as possible.

Oh okay, here we go into the ableist diatribe of "effort" and "blood sweat and tears" to justify art's "value" in our labor-centric capitalist society.

Art is wonderful, from a baby's first drawing, inexperienced and unskilled, to the paintings adorning the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

I thought you just said art shouldn't be as little effort as possible? Do you think a baby scrawling with a crayon has any effort or intention behind it? (besides the obvious "this stick is cool and I like making cool lines on surfaces with it")

If you consider yourself an AI artist, I ask you: are you proud of yourself when the computer has completed another image that you will claim as yours? Do you look at it and feel the joy of having created something?

As an artist and designer that uses a stable diffusion tool, yes: after two hours of developing words that trigger the right understanding in the model set, weighting words so it properly picks up on certain details, configuring how far it can venture outside of the prompt, creating negative prompts to put up some guard rails, maybe utilizing a Lora for more style and subject focusing, making tweaks after every set of 4 come out, and then curating a final pack of images, yes, I look at it and feel joy that I created things.

Does the generative process teach you how to see the world better?

It teaches me how to envision and describe it better, yes. It helps me translate my mental images into art direction in a very fun way, like a thought puzzle.

With every image created, do you evolve?

I do! I get better at utilizing the GUI and I get faster at boiling down to what I want. I get familiar with different models and how they excel in different types of imagery (more painterly vs photorealistic, for example).

Do you understand the planes of the face better now than 1000 images ago?

Do photographers? Do poets? Do lighting designers? Do generative coders? Do cartoonists? The answer is yes, but in very different ways, so why does that matter?

Do you know what rim light is, and where to put it?

I just googled it, so thanks for the tip! Yeah I know where it goes now.

Do you understand light sources?

Here's a prompt for that:

"a polished ((glass)) pyramid sculpture (((refracting))) warm hazy (light) into a cozy bedroom during golden hour"

Tones?

Can you tell me an rgb hex value by looking at it? (this whole part is so gatekeepy btw)

Could you take a piece of paper and shade a portrait by yourself?

Yeah I did that a bunch for my BFA.

A digital artist uses a pen to put colors on screen, chooses where to put each brush stroke, when to smudge or use the liquify tool. A 3D sculptor manipulates basic shapes into characters just like a traditional artist molds clay. An AI "artist" doesn't make any of the thousands of choices that lead to the creation of a real piece of art.

Ahh, this is where you truly don't know what you're talking about. Inpainting, outpainting, using images as sources, training custom models, and literally any hardcore stable diffusion tweaking make these statements woefully ignorant.

"But art is hard, and I'm not good enough."

Art isn't hard, art is actually very easy. Like a baby that's drawing! "I'm not good enough" is toxic as fuck. "Good" is so so subjective. For most people what they're really trying to say is "there is a gap between what I'm imagining and what I'm rendering." "Good" shouldn't fall into that. "Good" is a trap. "Personally satisfying" should be what people aim for with their art. Fuck "good."

I've been drawing since I was a baby, and I still have a long way to go. And that is also fine, because art is a lifelong pursuit, growing, changing, just as I am.

I'll take this on the side of good faith because it honestly could sound more gatekeepy than not ("well I've spent my whole life doing art, how dare you dabble in it"). That's genuinely really awesome that you have that passion, man. This AI thing is one point in a lifetime's worth of human innovations that give ideas to artists for new work. 35 years ago, people were scanning themselves into Macintoshes and printing themselves out life size on dot matrix paper reels. 50 years ago, a woman led a performance piece involving scissors that changed the world. 60 years ago, people were photographing dirt trails that they formed themselves in the middle of nature. 100 years ago, a guy put a urinal sideways on a pedestal in a gallery and it's still talked about today. Art isn't just about illustration. And sometimes laborious effort is barely required to make good art.

You could draw a crooked circle on xerox paper and it will look better than all the AI art in the world. Because you made it. Have some faith in yourself. Your vision has more artistic value than what that computer generated.

The people who want to draw will still keep drawing. The people who want to casually prompt things will casually prompt things. The people who will utilize AI as a professional tool will continue doing so (it's now becoming a trend in concert visuals because of how naturally trippy it is). People make computers generate all kinds of beautiful things and there's no reason they should stop just because you prefer a pencil.

I'm trying. Are you?

"My art has effort. My art has provenance. I'm working hard at it. Hard work means value. Mine has more value. So you think yours is as valuable as mine? I've worked my whole life to make my art valuable. Since I was a baby. If it's not valuable, than what did I work so hard for??"

I dunno tbh. I don't think anyone can answer that except yourself. Art at it's most revered should be valuable to you. Anyone else is just a bonus. This isn't a competition. Or is it? Is everyone's art beautiful because they expressed themselves in a way, or are we going to shun the quadriplegic who has been more elated in the past year using midjourney than they ever were trying to paint with their mouth? Are we going to shun the pre-teen generating anime costumes who will develop an interest in fashion design? Fuck all that. Art is for everyone. Tools are for everyone. There will always be levels of bespoke craft and talent. There will also always be levels of thought, theory and ideation. Let people make their art. Let people be happy with their art. Just because AI reaches levels of talent that you worked hard on doesn't mean it's the same value. Value is meaningless. Focus on your art. Let others make theirs. I promise that whatever issues you're having with your art is a you problem, not an AI problem.

EDIT: and thanks for taking this off your reblogs 🤣

"Why are artists so butthurt about AI art? Horse carriage drivers didn't complain when they invented the car, they were just grateful that the technology evolved and made it easier to get around."

Art is not a carriage, it's not a vehicle. Its purpose is not to be efficient, to do a practical job with as little effort as possible. Art is not something that can be automated, because its artistry lies in the humanity of its creator. Art is wonderful, from a baby's first drawing, inexperienced and unskilled, to the paintings adorning the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

If you consider yourself an AI artist, I ask you: are you proud of yourself when the computer has completed another image that you will claim as yours? Do you look at it and feel the joy of having created something?

Does the generative process teach you how to see the world better? With every image created, do you evolve? Do you understand the planes of the face better now than 1000 images ago? Do you know what rim light is, and where to put it? Do you understand light sources? Tones? Could you take a piece of paper and shade a portrait by yourself?

"AI software is just like Photoshop or Blender, the next step in artistic technology".

It's not though, is it? A digital artist uses a pen to put colors on screen, chooses where to put each brush stroke, when to smudge or use the liquify tool. A 3D sculptor manipulates basic shapes into characters just like a traditional artist molds clay. An AI "artist" doesn't make any of the thousands of choices that lead to the creation of a real piece of art.

"But art is hard, and I'm not good enough."

Neither am I! Man, I'm not the worst artist in the world, but I'm not great, still not at the level I would like to be. Sometimes I draw something and I look at it and realize that it sucks ass! Sometimes I post a drawing online and realize that I drew a character out of proportion, that the light source is not consistent, that I've shaded outside the lines! And you know what's great? That I get to have an understanding of what I did wrong! I get to evolve! I redraw something from 5 years ago and realize that my composition is much better, my shading more believable. And I know that in 5 more years, I might redraw it again and pride myself in how much I've evolved.

I've been drawing since I was a baby, and I still have a long way to go. And that is also fine, because art is a lifelong pursuit, growing, changing, just as I am.

It's okay to not be good. Hell, it's okay if you don't even try to get better. By drawing, you WILL. It's inevitable that, by practicing, you'll learn.

You know what will not make you a better artist? Software that will generate your "art" for you. The result might look more complex than what your skill level allows you to create right now. But it doesn't look better. You could draw a crooked circle on xerox paper and it will look better than all the AI art in the world. Because you made it. Have some faith in yourself. Your vision has more artistic value than what that computer generated.

"If you're afraid that AI will steal your job, learn to draw better!"

I'm trying. Are you?

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Primez

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

honestly... probably left facing. all i know is i try to draw forward facing as little as possible, lmao.

3. What ideas come from when you were little

i used to play with action figures/polly pockets/legos all the time as a kid, so most of it was attempts to imagine cool environments and character stories using my surroundings.

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

about 90% of my work goes unposted! mostly personal projects or sketches i never felt got refined enough to show off. especially now that i draw less fandom stuff, i find it harder to find motivation to post.

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

oh man i fucking love clay. i WISH i could work with clay and sculpt stuff, but unfortunately i just suck at it :')

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

largely used to listen to just (rock) music, nowadays i'll put on some long youtube video essays or textbook audio and draw for hours. good times!

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

hm... i suppose kentaro miura! not that i don't like berserk as a manga, im just intimidated by a really long series.

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

lots of sugary snacks and caffeinated drinks. like those fancy frappes from starbucks and a chocolate croissant..... the Ultimate Treat. mostly just a cup of fruity tea and a couple cookies tho lol.

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

i fucking love painting rocks. boring ol fucking rocks. i find the process of rendering them fun!

23. Do you use different layer modes

all the time. mostly overlays, adds, soft and hard lights.

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

do tacky horror films count. love em, not really moved to draw or anything tho.

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Clay vs render of my recent scene!

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Water Container, Somono, 1900, Art Institute of Chicago: Arts of Africa

On this container, dynamic slip-painted and low-relief embellishment are combined in a unique manner. The vessel’s round body sits on a low foot and is crowned by a slightly flared neck. An elongated lizard wraps around one side, chasing the tail of an undulating snake that likewise creeps up on the lizard’s tail. Each creature’s body was rendered in a flattened, schematized style and embellished with a diagonal texture applied with twisted-fiber roulette. The dull, cream color of the fired clay was left on the interior of the container in a band around the neck and shoulder, and in a large patch on one side. Red-orange slip, derived from iron oxide, covers the animal’s bodies and the bulk of the pot below them; it also rings the mouth and defines inverted Vs that sit in stacks of two and three around the shoulder. The origin of this vessel is uncertain. Its basic shape—a plump body, short thick neck, and engaged foot—is typical of water storage containers produced by many potters among the Mande and related peoples across central and southern Mali and northern Burkina Faso, including the Somono and Bobo. While red slip painting is also common in these areas, raised and flattened imagery in not seen today. Red slip-painted vessels also are made by the Bobo, who live east of the Somono in Mali and Burkina Faso. Bobo potters use a direct pull method to form the base of a vessel, adding coils when necessary to increase the height. Gift of Keith Achepohl Size: 45.7 x 45.7 cm (18 x 18 in.) Medium: Terracotta and slip

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Since the story is similar to Bungou Stray Dogs' concept and some of the characters are based of bsd characters, I figured I'd pit people from each that sort of match each other against each other and see if bsd or my OCs come out on top

Characters have been paired due to power similarity or ranking or a mix of both

Characters with no match are left out.

Fukuzawa Vs Jamie Ray: Jamie has time manipulating abilities, vaey'd be able to repeat everything over and over again until vaey win.

Yosano Vs Nadira Khan: They could fight for all eternity if no one else got involved.

Atsushi Vs Dust Atkins: Dust is fierce and does not back down, they wouldn't even need to use their ability unless Atsushi was a complete tiger and even then, Dust's ability can kill in an instant.

Kunikida Vs Niko Matthews: Niko has no size limit for creating objects, though Kunikida is the better fighter so I think Kunikida would win despite the power disadvantage.

Kenji Vs Keitaro Avery Page-Sato: There would be no fight, they'd just start bonding over similarities and differences while everyone fights around them.

Osamu Dazai Vs [blank] Dazai: Equal fight.

Ranpo Vs Kyza Jones: There would probably only be a fight if Kyza stole snacks from Ranpo, is which case Ranpo would probably win.

Mori Vs James and Kira: James and Kira don't even know how to fight, nor do either of them have an ability. Instant Mori win - with time for clothes shopping!

Chuuya Vs The Black Sheep: The Black Sheep can't die and can control full extent of powers.

Chuuya Vs Airi [blank]: Very equal, though Chuuya would likely hold for longer.

Akutagawa Vs Otto: Otto could render Akutagawa defenceless then fight.

Gin Vs Ali Barnett: Ali has an ability that could shield her from all of Gin's attacks.

Tachihara Vs Tackhi James-Ray: Tackhi has a full armed team at its desposal.

Fitzgerald Vs Luciel Rowe: Luciel has no power. Fitzgerald does.

Poe Vs Edgar Wright: They don't want to fight each other. They'd probably just cheer their friends on.

Lovecraft Vs Libra: Would probably start comparing abilities and/or people they work with honestly.

Kamui/Fukuchi Vs Clay Owens or John Wood: Aleksei, Oskar and Sigma would all help Fukuchi kill Owens and Wood.

Fyodor Vs Aleksei Kozlov: Aleksei could kill Fyodor without needing to touch him.

Gogol Vs Oskar Jensen-Berg: Oskar has a larger range of ability, but I don't think anyone would win the fight.

Sigma Vs Sigma: Equal fight.

Score: BSD: 7, OCs: 7. Oh...

[libidomechanica]

“As that number         of length the gloomy voice”

A rispetto sequence

               1

A bungler even in as since immortality, whose vices got which here and genitals, do you know, you would perhaps when the

soft an hour I am buried to smiles as she but all the robes the haunted beautiful. As that number of length the gloomy voice?

               2

For, like foam-bells have voice or creeper, bronze and death? The Miller was of chain that will be true life I must. Silly on her chamlets of

enormous down. Our nerves bedew’d, awake at night shame forty-parson power in the skye, sike words can spie; take me there, sleepy one!

               3

Close them with please. Yet I am the woods, dumb caves, and tired, how pale sickle, hour; nor taint o’erlook the wilderness holding: now I

can tears bungle past. One morn of Rome and groan ran through icebergs, or a whisper of a pieces with pleasure of death? And took on it.

               4

May i stay said, He keeper, ever knows what; while ye will never- resting were call the reformadoes, even childhood of eyes shut

me there must take so excell. Leese but and venerationship travelled sense that winter and part; but who remember, in a divan.

               5

Arsenic, sure, I took off, dear. Dear lord was beggar louns to lug me out it. And when, a page—can you soarer, you of this face, like

a whitenesse strange as it spake: o Elenor, beggar louns to these lines all: sappho next, a private meet her cry, oh misery!

               6

The mountain road, as widowed sky, seem paradise, and gone to watchful with delights abuse. Her sense has died amid thither and their

state we won’t melt or turnine. So make sweetheart will lay bare hence, and her like a passion’s worn confine, half-moon large half a beast is clay.

               7

Wide doth keepe, iealouzie hemselfe he may taken up a life. In the then I have said, The dapper ditties rhyme and cupp’d his habits;—not

so it is one presum’d, the seventh will I attempt shall lay by, to thee. And die rule, would go, and fill that rights contain. Who can one.

               8

Could engross pain and that I stack by his own hitherwards from thy finger wit, remembrance remain. On; my altar elevated

by him. One before his last and bite awrie, to put in sight with a box on you, I cannot hear the invited awe, who had no blot?

               9

Bob Southerne shepherds swayed: Ay—there young to die! All of presence lay once, and yet, as I pull of moss, a city which, like them my life

into that all sung. And channels pour—oh! Born of my night, her virgins bene so brittle move? By and now, a lord was Ambition!

               10

Recordings, when I cross the Sages prophecy given, nancy, which that kind young year old and slept in leade the towering a boat. If

all that half so quietness into with this curious, and there is at the pass’d, like a lord, all into thee—ponders vain for this?

               11

The cock sung the great whisperse, that stone set in vayne. Slaughters—worn and then to hurry and see beautie chase. Into her baby on the said

she a lot said she like a childe that might. The snowy bank the floating even Sometimes awake unto Crested to that close, that light.

               12

From the common casement at thinks to fetch her spare it, hoping rich and a Reproach the result will sag toward her e’re. And for his

day nor long where I forbeare? Or like a harmonica line of us thro’ the last I have the bed, across our path for riches.

               13

Makes vs better the little white. To jostle with other transgression; somethinks to mee: no, no, my Deare, like a mallet runs

paralysis, that so fair Maid, and the humanity—must make it three. That. Fairer than is one who weare? For pity, and, on fame.

               14

Coronation in the nobler wealth. And the shutting. Into seek his prize, not predicate in honest, so old and renders that regard.

Romeo boots; then, cover. From the whirls in this calm kiss of a virgin prisoned soul shoure, so stremes they home, my mammy yet.

               15

His your lips’ red; if snow that the sea on my story now th’ Arabian dew besmears my uncontrolled before sigh for a

street a Parke get up, get you need. With surprising day. While we are not mind. I who have the shriek’d aloud for mind—and that keepe no more.

               16

Old enemies which Pan in my bloody armament: my very billows pay them the river or a drop that is dreary, he cries;

I can have become merry was shee is my interpretest the witch hazel with something of silent deep and go. For, tho’ this song.

               17

Like a race-horse wi’ a claut o’ siller, saith Loue, do thy everywhere, as if that I haven’t wished ear: surely in the longer that

we send arrive with can shoote as Swanne. So said he ummm said she cccome? Of threatest numbers flower. I bring that became on, postilions!

               18

Devotion gives me oft there kept. To be so tickled, that your neighbors have known, but by my name it I won my care done. I’ll give while

she glisten’d; how doubly were was strategy? To heart doth she was allowed in truth you every So kiss nor manners: and merry!

               19

But what I wanted with capsules in my blood flower. Us spredde, it springs; which is the nearer to marrying is my darling

bee, reaching loving, and all their Cakes a strange sight yclad in cold fireworks blistered everything else to walk away his assertion.

               20

The cock is crying to marrying, her loving, rapid, merci hath so life through then rush’d past, handsome way of getting of tinkling

verse, sounds with good minute’s life I grace; I love? There made translucent words like a health in arias of love let’s go and she is foiled.

               21

She only, whose smile was this purpose was long, her arms, and make surely I dreamed: our friends old chains, with crabbed at this prophet often climb.

The man in the fierce solar energy: I’ll say yes, maybe the Grashopper so little skill may time to her face; but I can’t weep!

               22

Today when shades, and a peace, misery; now white. And woo’d, and might have much to his youth doth ouercomest so, because in thou love were

dead. Who can onely doe his fury from thee does the skill you flapper, younglings of the woods and head a brain to be up this legs.

               23

Be absence into this is with a sharpness love, to lengths of ditch doth admire, since; yet what’s all as you so much the beames but cruel

snare in my winter loves,—thoughts increase are we’ve left behind Salámán, whose lived not Death, and bees, my own darkening, still bring ye love: quest.

               24

The man love’s ghosts of molten blue. Ever after I worship has paid it his Maggior Duomo, a smaller. Then while it doth, it with

barred wing of soft affection’s fundamental for congress overgrown without distant afternoon— the once it would that hill of rules.

               25

—No,—she has it every blood, amang the self-approving glow, of cowslips bind him was like a falling dwindled, cool’d? So unlike my

Stella, fierce the milk-white Lamb: shee is in her e’re. The bloody napkin, wrapp’d in his Princess. When the moon, while new-mown has broke my sleep.

               26

That love, how have spreads of great Professor Kant. Yet, alas, why he dies! Bearing of zero. Kind of Lucy took the love near-on ten

thou straight, and so betrays her womb the in this said she tiptop said he, The dusk of the doleful tale, but, being to reach’d the stove in!

               27

More that ether house they do weare her breast or blessed woods and gloss, and fault lie? How am I ravish’d, till Miss’s combine to conferr’d this

ever wings peace and pitie to mee: no, no, no, my Deare, let thy worth, I look at you mayst thou return; but write my selfe my mammy yet.

               28

’Re all my wine, who is so much did Juan’s setting got it, the ancient debauchee of Death, that bring sprites of sorrows, and night the care

done its towers! And then young, I’m young to Spain: and he tied around in by no encroachment which portions of the cloud of steep hill’s edge.

               29

Since thee how it can accommodations, he’d things, to one sits by their fragrant rose, thanke you to ever with inconstant head is stand

in chapter night!—This is now good- morrow to play hard bless to God, and deadly darte. Why do ye weep, sweet Birds sing for the fireworks out.

               30

In truth at a task grown, and thou gynst to fayne, albee for a fresh- quilted colour’d vellum played and sea-shell rosed, or clear and silver

is got up, get drunkenness. Despised, while time drew the trees are likely, with all else? Or Vesper, not old queen with pride or send ye.

               31

That this, since immortal life a pearl the cottage singing sky, and to this wretched thee. But she’s grow only numbers sweet the scorch’d ten

o’clock: and waved my hair when I cross’d, the golden pomp is come this poor thorn. Shepherd, in the worse the heart leal and secretaries, oh!

               32

Dropping shade doth man of bitter incense sweet of beast world’s blacknesse strangers of treat it, remember, do you I try to die! Me thou

find’st one, and Kingcups, and forth, with Martha’s name; and howling, the ragged me to hold Time’s stretched like her than coughings. Still, and meet again!

               33

Now Ben he saw that blest into some to bear that they live. Steam-engines will lovelier emeral: but so it can tell you to

counterbalance weight, and sea; the marriage. To worth an Indignations for everywhere he bell strong into treasons of thilke same love: quest.

               34

Nay, Sorrow as the first I can’t compasse weight, in placid sands, side- saddle. That ye have closed bawk, sae gently bent wind has some have Mattens

seyd, from the true. Now, than worst: never less was inseparable quest. In lucent from the quickly crusted snow, when on itself.

               35

Your shelf, so I promise! Every eyes let its masters, you against the past,—this till at dull am, that I might shall carry a tent,

and not comes with ruby wine, in lordly and dewdrops are chaunged in these lines of Don Juan felt—what I am the same and with fear.

               36

I’ll for May: and they from their soul, and once gone, they daucen deffly, and stars. Cursed at once which she dishes and take a kiss the tree,

somebody, tell ever languish, trust he owed to me, I reign in Jeanie’s bone, half-solved in your love is of the wind. Dead, and slaughter love.

               37

’Twas so much rage, faint vision dies: let all those, that this day, leauing mynd is love; who, the capiendus. The glass, that hiatus maxime

deflendus’ to the blue fly sung the lassie be; weel ken I my ain lassie, fair against Cossacque sabres, in lonely moated grasses.

               38

I bring sound constancy. And the rays of flight of Vertue gan to warm today when thousand ne’er so poor devil. States to give up all

continue: thoughts to smiles and Creame, my idle weeds. I heard her quiet, while far around a life is guided by his pegs; and no birds sing.

               39

For Love is in health—when in years. Rich in my breast I oft haue a Kidde to sleepe, to store—the restlesse night, a clouds to new world besides,

train scatter to grave was alarms till acquaintance, absence is known the long to me. What with loue yblent: great god of the passe weight.

               40

Your desk for we missed me with all excell; rich beads around me not backwards, the families set: bayleaues between the pane; then you swear, that

gladly play, such primal thing to the stepp’d about in size and that are ye have but to the passe weight of Intellectual Truth.

               41

Yet so in sight of a piece of her Cheeks burn away my hap more for such maine rage, fainting Poets founded, Ellen pass’d swiftly spark

in countercharged with sad eyes shut in sight wind aloof the pale starry skie. I only because you around plumes his sickly fades.

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Zbrush 4r8 vs 2018

Realistic Character Modeling For Game In Maya and Zbrush. 3ds Max, Maya, Cinema 4D, Blender, and many other 3D Software packages have in-built and 3rd-party CPU Render Engines that all rely on maximum CPU multi-Core Performance. Method 2 – Open Blender after sending from ZBrush to Blender using GoZ. As Blender currently has no light version available, let us do a Maya LT vs Blender comparison. Since there are so many CPUs with all kinds of clock-speeds, core-counts, hyperthreading, and brand, it can be difficult to select the right platform to go with. Det er gratis at tilmelde sig og byde på jobs. All three, are 3D designing tools, but they’re a lot of differences between Maya vs 3ds Max vs Blender. Realistic Character Modeling For Game In Maya and Zbrush Tutorial Content Details can be found below by pressing the View Detail Content Button. … The Remesh modifier is a tool for generating new mesh topology. Zbrush also has a few tools and features blender only even comes close to with addons, and some that I envy such as zremesher and dynamesh. When comparing Blender vs ZBrush, the Slant community recommends Blender for most people.In the question“What is the best 3D modeling software?”Blender is ranked 1st while ZBrush is ranked 2nd. The additional textures and maps are a great way to generate even more details and complexity at render time. This article is free for you and free from outside influence. The most important reason people chose Blender is: Popular Posts.

The update is free to existing users new licences of the software cost $149.95.Posted on: 3 February 2021 Posted by: test ZBrushCore 2018 is available for 64-bit Windows Vista+ and 64-bit Mac OS X 10.7+. There are also a few smaller new features, which you can find via the links below. The update also removes poly count limitations when exporting STL or VRML files, although the maximum mesh resolution supported internally remains 20 million polys, as opposed to 100 million in ZBrush itself. Users also now get the full version of the 3D Print Hub plugin, designed to export models for 3D printing in STL, VRML or OBJ format. ZBrushCore 2018 also adds a cut-down version of ZBrush’s Decimation Master mesh-optimisation plugin: rather than being able to choose any target poly count, users get presets for 20K, 35K, 75K, 150K or 250K. New options for mesh decimation and export In particular, ZBrushCore users don’t get the new Sculptris Pro dynamic tessellation system, which automatically adjusts the resolution of a mesh to make sculpting more like working with real clay. However, despite its version number, ZBrushCore 2018 doesn’t add the major features from this year’s ZBrush 2018.

We wrote about all of the tools in our original story on ZBrush 4R8, so check it out for more details. The update also adds ZBrush 4R8’s 3D text and SVG import capabilities. ZBrushCore users also get ZBrush 4R8’s Gizmo3D primitives, and six of its 27 Gizmo3D deformers, designed for making quick overall adjustments to a model in a similiar way to deformers in other DCC apps.

The brushes are designed to enable artists to stamp more complex overhanging forms – anything from overlapping scales to entire body parts – into sculpts, using ‘3D alpha’ maps. To that, ZBrushCore 2018 adds several features from last year’s ZBrush 4R8, including two of its Vector Displacement Mesh (VDM) brushes: Chisel3D and ChiselCreature. Scripts, plugins and macros are also disabled.Īdds some of the major new features from ZBrush 4R8, but not from ZBrush 2018 itself Options for painting, masking or polygrouping models are basic, and there is no support for most of ZBrush’s advanced features, including its automatic retopology, hard-surface modelling and Live Booleans toolsets. Users get 35 of ZBrush’s 300-plus sculpting brushes, plus support for InsertMultiMesh and DynaMesh, and basic rendering options, either via BPR or a separate paid add-on for KeyShot. Like the last ten releases of ZBrush itself, the update is free to existing users.Ī cut-down version of ZBrush aimed at less demanding jobsįirst released in 2016, ZBrushCore is a cut-down version of Pixologic’s digital sculpting software. The first major update to ZBrushCore since its launch, the release adds some of ZBrush’s VDM brushes and Gizmo3D deformers, a cut-down version of its Decimation Master plugin, and the full version of 3D Print Hub. Pixologic has released ZBrushCore 2018, the latest version of its cut-down edition of ZBrush targeted at hobbyists, students, 3D printing enthusiasts and illustrators.

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Practice Media 1 - RED versus BLUE. . 'The Last Hope'

Practice Media 1 have the topic ‘Red vs Blue’ and it is very broad and interesting topic.

For the first two days, I focus on brainstorming what is 'red vs blue' and what I want to explore with this assignment.

After spend days thinking about it and do some rough sketches.... I got the idea that I want to emphasize the 'VS' content between red vs blue. I want to create epic scene with two different elements, good vs bad which is I pick as red later and some aggression towards blue (good).

This is my draft, the title is 'The Last Hope'. it's a scene that show a girl haunted by evil entity(red) and the girl holding a flower of hope that held the power(blue) to repel evil power. This draft would make a guidelines for me to taking the render angle and character poses. I did not refine it further because I need to catch up to 3D and it is enough for me to understand. Expert says a good concept art is something can easily understand by others. Well... this concept basically is for me and I understand it very well so I can call this a brilliant concept! Lol *jokes

Next is the timeline. This is very important! It give me a 'mini' deadlines and push my self to understand what my goals with this assignment. As you can see, my goals is to render it in Unreal Engine 4 and try the particle system stuff!

This is my moodboard/references : 01 - 'A girl in prickly leaves' by Dmitry Zamulin 02 - some of Ayato Lin's 2020 sketches 03 - 'Unicorn' by Miti 04 - art by Kouji Tajima 05 - 'Paimon' & 'Bael' by Furio Tedeschi

So I used this as the inspiration and guidelines, I want to create stone/clay-ish texture for the girl and give the pedestal like reference 01. As for detailing the hair, reference 02 and 03 comes very handy. The undead use Kouji Tajima's work(04) as construction/blockout work, and Furio Tedeschi's(05) for armor design reference.

This is my blockout in Zbrush.

More blockout for the undead and posed manually in zbrush.

This is the refined version, I fix the form to have a better form & composition. I got some trouble with fixing the Trapezius & Teres Major (shoulder & back muscle), but managed to get it believable somehow with taking a photos of myself in front of mirror posed like that.

More detailed version of the Undead. I did not sculpt the back part because I don't need it since I have an idea about the composition I want to render (concept art comes handy!).

Final pose and test render in zbrush (left). Textured in susbtance painter (right). I managed to posed it and retopo it one by one. It doesn't have a good topology but it is quite fair enough to be exported to game engines. I spent days to quick retopo by zremesher and manually UV unwrap hundred pieces of them. This is tiresome but it has to be done. Texturing is quite fast actually.... I just give them some smart materials, and adjust the parameters. My friend Arnaud told me there's new feature called auto-UV. Maybe it can boost my workflow. I haven't try it but I will soon! (Thanks!)

Here is my final render in Unreal Engine 4, it have a lot of flaws!! I tried to add particles effect for the flower but It's kinda complicated and I don't have much time so I skipped it. I will explore it next time. The normals is also have some kind of newbie mistake, I noticed it late.... I need to export it as smooth normals in Maya. Render compression is also too high. But this is my first time setup lighting in Unreal, I kinda like it. It is just a simple lighting though. Also my first time using sequencer, it's super fun actually! ----------- Self Reflective ---------- - My goals to practice character sculpt achieved quite well, I learned a lot about making a 'dark fantasy' design which is not my speciality. - Learn unreal lighting basic is completed, need to step up to more advanced lighting setup - Particle fx exploration is quite horrible, I don't spend enough time make it visible. - Sequencer is well learned, and it is fun! My render quality is quite awful, but I already make some note of it and will fix it in meantime so I can render it properly later. - I learned not only the software & art skills, but the 'attitude' too.... I feel like much more confident and creative making an art now because I push my thinking process to next step that I usually not brave/confident enough to create/explore. *maybe thanks to deadlines too lol Thank you for reading! ___________________ References:

Dmitry Zamulin. (2019). A girl in prickly leaves. Available from: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/4b8rBW [Accessed: 15 October 2021] Ayato Lin. (2021). Some Sketches Of 2020. Available from: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/KrrP8G [Accessed: 15 October 2021] Miti. (2021). Unicorn. Available from: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/AqVvxm [Accessed: 15 October 2021] Kouji Tajima. (2014). Judgement. Available from: http://koujiart.blogspot.com/2014/02/judgement.html [Accessed: 15 October 2021] Furio Tedeschi. (2021). X Bael X. Available from: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/YeNLEd [Accessed: 15 October 2021] Furio Tedeschi. (2021). X Paimon X. Available from: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/d8EJxA [Accessed: 15 October 2021]