#relearning how to paint

[ponderosa121]

He can keep the greasy tits out a little longer…

[groverarms]

I haven't painted in years so I'm really out of practice. It's supposed to be fun, not work. So who cares if it looks like an 8 year old painted it? I felt like an 8 year old while I was doing it! And it was glorious.

Here's a view of today's sunrise as seen from my green room:

Art is supposed to be FUN.

[shummthechumm]

YOU'VE GOTTA LET IT GLOW ?!

YOU'VE GOTTA LET IT SHINE ?!

(available as stickers on shop)

[cool-thymus]

Happy Birthday to Rin!

[painting a portrait of Rin every year to trace progress, and bc i love her. also i was inspired by this kimono design (grape leaves patterns just suit her perfectly). also rip Obito i guess]

[iradraws]

re-learning paint tool sai <3

[saint--claire]

When I was a little child, there was a particular library book I checked out week after week, endlessly renewing it as much as I was able. The book, How to Raise and Keep a Dragon by John Topsell was a quasi-nonfiction guide to, as you guessed, rearing different species of dragons. I loved it. Tiny-me had plans.

As an adult, I tried to buy it a few times. No dice. The book was so old that no mainstream bookseller stocked it. Even when I tried niche websites recommended by various booksellers and librarians, I still couldn't find it. It was sadly lost to time, apparently not popular enough to make it into the archives.

But.

My best friend had a copy of that book. We're going to call her G, for several reasons not relevant at the moment. I was discussing my search with G one day, for some reason I can't remember now. She got a funny look on her face, asked me a few questions about the cover, listened to me do a very poor job of explaining with my hands how the hardcover copy had included a real gemstone in the dragon's forehead, and then went off to fish it out of her bookcase.

I was Gobsmacked.

I should not have been, given that the history of shared childhood books between us both would have made a circle with ragged edges, more so than a venn diagram, but I digress. The book came home to live in my house for a few months, and I was delighted by the chance to read it again.

Do people remember those type of books? Dragonology, Egyptology, The Stone Age - a way of introducing children to non fiction. They very earnestly spoke about the responsibilities needed to raise dragons, the practicalities involved. There was a record of registration you could fill out, if you had carefully considered the information to your self and felt you were responsible enough to to go through with adopting a dragon.

I vaguely remember filling out some of the riddle and puzzle questions in the Dragonology books. I would never have written in John Topsell's book, it was a library book.

But.

When I re-read G's copy at home, smiling over the familiar artwork, I was surprised to turn the page and find the painstaking, somewhat-wonky handwriting staring back at at me. Baby G, with her name spelled out in freshly-joined but still-not-quite-got-the-hang-of-this-yet cursive lettering. Baby G had filled the registration out in her best handwriting, in glittery green gel pen to denote the importance of the document. This was compared to the earlier, less important checklists done in plain black ink.

I read the registration certificate. Smiled. Smiled some more at the names listed for G's dragon, her dam, and her sire - Eragon was also a great book. Go off, Christopher Paolini.

Breed; standard Western Dragon. The box 'miniture' was ticked, to show that G's dragon was of the minature specic variety, rather than a full size dragon. This was, as she would later explain to me, chosen on the basis that baby-G felt it was the more financially responsible choice. Also so she could keep her dragon in her house with her, but we're not there yet.

I looked at that certificate. Looked at it again. Looked at the calendar, and then looked at the sewing machine I had just been given for Christmas.

G celebrates her birthday in January.

The template came first. I studied the different images of the standard western dragon through the book, picked my favourite, and re-drew it to a significantly larger scale.

Inking the design to the fabric, four times over probably took the longest.

I very subtly asked G the next time she was over (after hurling all dragon-related materials in a panic into the depths of my wardrobe) what type of colour dragon she would have, should it come up. As G later said, that type of question from me truly did not register as anything other than a question asked from theoretical interest. I transitioned the topic as discreetly as I could after she answered, and delightfully, my sneakiness went in one ear, out the other, and she forgot I had ever asked until several weeks later.

I enjoyed painting them.

Don't ask me how many mistakes I made through this process. So many. I do already know how to sew, but it's been a long time. I'd been meaning to get back into it for a while.

Given that various aunts and grandmothers and my mother had a knack for calling when I was up to my elbows in either paint or pins, it became a family affair. Each of them peered at the project through face time and offered their advice.

Some of the advice I took, some I didn't. No regrets about sewing it in pink thread. Considerable regrets about accidentally slicing one of the feet in half and having to fix that.

In the end though, she was finished.

I carefully pinned on her name tag, with the name baby-G had chosen with a little blue ribbon. A collar was unacceptable, this is a dragon, people, come on. Dragon's don't wear collars.

I put the book in the box, open to the registration certificate, and put the dragon on top. Wrapped the whole thing up with a bow and then refused to touch it before I sent myself mad trying to fix details that didn't really need to be fixed.

A bit late for her birthday, sure, but there we are. We'd gone for a trip off to nowhere for a weekend, to go try wine made out of blueberries and hike up a waterfall. (And climb on it. And swim in it. It was a very good waterfall).

I gave her the box, informed her she wasn't allowed to keep the box, just the contents (it was the only thing I had that was big enough for me to keep all of my A3 portfolios in, it had only been temporarily-repurposed as dragon housing), and then left the next bit up to the gods.

A surprise, sitting un-awaited for some 15 years in amber, to catch up to baby G and adult G together.

Happy Birthday, baby and adult G.

[shoecrabs]

this one's for the jiper girlies

[iron-sparrow]

⸺ now I just got into a new way to fly ♪

[yelliedraws]

chef sydney

[sun-citadel]

Journey begins

[tigercomplexes]

Going back to classes soon and it makes me keep thinking of SBR

[persephone-s-moon]

Is it cool and edgy to pose next to your own grave?

It's really funny that Ume didn't even start off as an emo when I first made her, she just ended up there

She also didn't start off as dead but I seem to have a fondness for the undead so what can I say

[bug-hearted]

"favorite OC?" i don't have a favorite ... aha.

anyway here's tommy. he's my beautiful trans son and if anything happened to him i'd kill everyone on this website and then myself

a small bit of lore: tommy is an extremely traumatized filipino boy who's been fostered by a very sweet trans ally (trying his best to understand and support tommy's transition) and his genderfluid husband.

sometimes they join him for his therapy sessions, the ones where they tackle how to handle the whole foster situation. his therapist is a very nice woman despite his initial rudeness. (he apologized without saying the word "sorry", preferring to make it up to her by giving her a flower he picked not from their garden, but from his vase on the windowsill in his bedroom. his therapist knows what a big symbolic gesture this is, but they'll have to work on his apology skills next time)

tommy's parents also have a younger daughter who he very quickly becomes super close siblings with :)

and of course, eventually they Do officially adopt tommy. despite all the unspoken trauma i LOVE to put him through, you'll find only happy endings here, thank you very much <3

perhaps i'll start to draw them more ... if aziracrow doesn't soon take over. who knows, really, because the lord knows i don't

[h3lian]

Quick wip page cause I’m so damned proud of how this piece is coming along! It’ll be done soon, just taking a break to rest my hands quick before I add finishing touches to the other Miriam’s on the sheet. 💪💪💪

[dazzelmethat]

No one: ...

Me: 16th cent fop Miku Hatsune. Feather hat.

[sickosdotjpg]

What's your favorite thing to draw in art? Like poses, body parts, clothing, etc?

obvious and cliché first answer out of the way: love to draw a nose, for obvious and horny reasons. love rendering blush/red noses/etc (equally obvious reasons, lmfao). designing outfits. fluffy hair (not necessarily long hair, but more long = more fluff so i'm biased). LINEART !! i used to hate lineart but i changed to a different brush last year and ever since then lineart and me have been best friends. uhhhhhh stupid meme redraws. probably half a dozen other things i can't think of at this time! man i love art.