tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51675642680612362532012-02-14T14:48:29.460-08:00Illustration, artwork, and stuff.Paigehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14441989329087632892noreply@blogger.comBlogger501100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5167564268061236253.post-74820462388821901942012-02-10T16:32:00.000-08:002012-02-10T16:32:18.264-08:00

She's done! Sooner than expected, too. You can also see the progression in my Deviant Art gallery. This was a fun study. Enjoy!

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Okay. I'm getting excited about this. Seeing it in flat color is a bit weird compared to what it originally was.  I'm ahead of schedule so I'll post the full version in a little bit.

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Here she is in all her angry, inky glory. There are a few methods to inking and the best ones involve the lasso or pen tool in a raster program (like Photoshop) or "painting" with a brush tool in a vector program (like Illustrator).  Me, I'm a rebel. I have poor patience for conscientious inking, which consequently is why my inks have inexact, uneven lines.  I prefer to call them "organic".

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I am pleased to inform all readers of this blog post that yes, I actually do possess some traditional art skill.  While I prefer to draw silly things like pumpkin pets and flying toilets, it doesn't hurt to bust out something serious every once in a while. I've decided to start keeping a sketchbook again and share my favorites as they come along. Behold the girl with bared teeth. I am

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My Grandmother's birthday is in a few days.  She's in her early 70's (I feel no shame not knowing her exact age) and as far as electronics savvy she is a texting whiz, but not an avid internet blog reader.  So I feel pretty safe sharing the page I'm contributing to her present.  She is a very cute German lady who rides around So Cal in a convertible beamer with the top down and a scarf over her

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The Odyssey has drawn to a close, full of plot holes, inconsistencies, and rushed, scribbled artwork, but it was fun throwing up a doodle for each chapter.  Thanks for following along on the journey. "I don't want to die" Literature by BookWormMK Now is now. Kaylin is stepping off the Light Train. Its dark and the dry wind scratches at her face. It's the one place that doesn't come to

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"Kaylin summoned the light train, jumped on and disappeared in the next instant, trying to remember how to breathe." Literature by BlindedByMemories Kaylin struggled with all her might to keep the light train under her power as she willed it to continue on with the correct gates. The use of her power was draining most of her energy and now she stood at the front of the train, beads of

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"Your tyranny ends here!" Got to spend a little extra time on this one. Officially, illustration entries have deadline extensions of about 2 days, so submission posts are changing to Fridays and Tuesdays. Literature by akatony1 Kaylin struggled with doubt. The fear of what she had done set into her thoughts, piercing her with worry. She knew Darus would fight her at every turn, but she

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Literature by AlexanderTheSoSo The Light Train took on a new timbre around her. Her knowledge unlocked, she did not ride, but drive. The Train bent around to her command. She yelled in triumph! Backwards, to before it began. She could stop him at the start. Kaylin steered the Train, her body, soul, one with the Light. Then it fought her, bucking and twisting. Her eyes opened. Kaylin

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Illustrators have been given a longer deadline (YES!), so next post will be up Monday, December 26th. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, & Happy Holidays

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Literature by myomi-chan The breeze brought the scent of pine needles to her before she got off the train. She touched the bark of a tree. The breeze suddenly picked up. Her eyes did not widen in surprise this time-- they stayed solidly open as she saw a shadow form in front of her. She had time only to jump to the side before the tree whose bark she had touched was impaled by a sword--

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Literature by birchdryadgirl Another clumsy jump and a stumble with outstretched arms...... Kaylin was back on the train. "Light is faster than words" the book had said, and she swore it was being cynical. "But not thought!" she shot back. That should shut it up for awhile.  They said the Light Train waits for no-one, but it waited for him. Or as long as the speed of light can wait. But

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Coming up with a concept and illustrating it in three and a half days is quite a challenge! Literature by Billblogins This isn't the Tokyo she remembers. The hilltop view is chaos. Fires consume miles around, wind stirs the fumes, skyscrapers crumble. She gasps. Memories, however scattered, tell her this is wrong. They fixed this. Prevented this. Hadn't they? She'd made a deal once

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  Literature by thestaccattobutterfly It's static -- trapped between her fingers, buzzing in her ears.  A heartbeat lost in the echoes of her rib cage. And yes, of course: the intermittent pounding, the thundering, the rush of blood through her veins. Was that fear? She'd once been foolish enough to believe that no one could lure her in to this. A ribbon of smokescreen smiles,

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Literature by Techgnotic "She awakes before an open "gate". She does not know her name or remember anything that has come before. She has a sense that she is on a quest of most dire consequence for herself and perhaps the whole world. In her pocket she finds a tattered calendar page for December 2011. Eight dates are circled: every Wednesday and every Saturday. In her other pocket she finds a

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So by "short break" I meant the entire month of November.  Try and keep up.  Deviant Art is hosting an Odyssey Into 2012 event which calls on artists and writers to tell the story of a girl who awakens in front of a gate with no memory of how she got there, and a heavy feeling her predicament has consequences of epic proportions. An original chapter and an original illustration will be chosen

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I am not a very consistent person. Ask my volleyball team. So instead of just a banner I thought I'd throw myself a parade for finishing all 30 days of the challenge. Some of my friends from 80's Saturday cartoons helped me throw it.  And there's a snake too.  Jem and the Transformers couldn't make it because they're too detailed to draw. Thank you everyone who visited or left comments.

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I'd like to go to Japan someday.  Because Japan is full of awesome.  And here are a few more kinds of Japanese awesome: http://blog.angryasianman.com/2010/01/japanese-sleeping-bag-with-legs.html http://coolstarwarsphotos.blogspot.com/2010/01/star-wars-baseball.html   http://helablog.com/2010/11/3d-singing-hologram-hatsune-miku-becomes-japanese-pop-star/ Where

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I really enjoyed the bright sunshine while I was out of state, but I'm emo sad from all this cloudy weather. So emo sad I didn't feel like drawing anything. So I drew nothing. The Nothing.

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I love my mommy.  Which is also why my post is quite late today. I flew out of state for her 50th birthday surprise party.  But I'm back now.

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I SEVERELY DISLIKE dirty bathrooms and dirty toilets and having to touch them with my skin. Sometimes I have nightmares about it.

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This was from a photo I saw in a book about Oregon. I like the patterns of the land and the happy little balloon hanging out over it.

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I wasn't sure who to draw.  I wanted somebody totally excellent. Here's a quick and disproportionate sketch of Bill & Ted.

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I'm good.  I've got all my basic needs met. Plus internet. And no, I don't normally keep my fridge on the front porch, but for the sake of illustration I brought it out for some fresh air.

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I miss my friend, the Sun.  We used to hang. We don't see each other much anymore. But at least I didn't get totally ditched like Alaska. Apparently they have some sort of on-again-off-again relationship.

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I want some R&R and a good day of "unbraining".

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Pumpkins are orange.

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Today I went to a pumpkin patch for the first time ever.  That's new.  They had goats.  Goats are not new.  But these goats had scary eyes. Scary goat eyes with horizontal pupils that look like Hypnotoad. That's new.  Maybe all goats have scary Hypnotoad eyes.

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I let my mind wander on this one.  Have a crack at me Psych majors.

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Aside from grass and trees and things that make oxygen, I love Fuchsias.  And I think the Swingtime variety are the prettiest.

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I'm a sucker for the "lone-warrior-on-a-quest" tales.  I'm inspired by character, place, story and music, and how they all fit together.  What inspires you?

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My family picture is pretty simple.  There are three of us. I'm mostly polynesian and my husband is mostly Danish.  We both have some German too. Apparently the Danish are known for consuming the most candy per capita in the world.  This is true in our household. DO NOT let my husband make kool-aid.  The islander diet is still relatively new to the mass consumption of processed sugars, so

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I found this series by Jessica Diamond fascinating. They're currently on display at the Snow College Art Gallery. See them all on her website.

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My faaaaaaaavorite fairy tale story is The Last Unicorn.  Here are some foofy clouds and a magic narwhal-horse.

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The Domestic Warrior

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Though every small feat should be celebrated (like finishing client paperwork, planning advertisements, paying bills, using the big-kid potty) I can hardly call checking something off my to-do list an accomplishment.  The most difficult thing to do these days is to take a break.  And though it required great effort, I took a nap.

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The day I gave birth to a Duck.

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5th Avenue hands down. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Tell me names of candies you like. I want ideas for my next grocery run.

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I'm enthralled with the story from Battlestar Galactica right now. Sesame Street is pretty awesome too though. I still love that they have a monster who lives in a trash can.

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Pretty, stoic, sarcastic, loyal, prefers a giant sword and fights monsters. Behold my unfinished line art tribute to Paine from Final Fantasy X-2.

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What's your favorite word?

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I don't really read books with characters.  At least not since I finished the last Harry Potter book 7 years ago. Instead I prefer riveting nonfiction like Getting to Yes and Black holes and Baby Universes and Other Essays, my most favorite of which is a book called Influence by Robert Cialdini. Influence discusses from a social psychologist perspective why we may make the decisions we do.  In a

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I have not one, but a few best friends.  They are the kind that are not afraid to be goof-off idiots with you, and also tell you when you're being the bad kind of idiot. One of them I've known for around 20 years, so seniority dictates blah blah blah.   I've always thought her eyes look like perfect crescent moons when she smiles. And although she has never had a sassy Yuna hair style, I

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I've always liked being in my room. It was a nice place for imaginations to run wild.  In college I had a giant closet with three sliding doors that took up an entire wall. I used this instead of a scrap book. My current "I'm a grown-up room" is quite boring. I think I need an office.

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Food is a hard thing for me to draw.   While I was sketching yesterday, various family members thought I was drawing 1. a band-aid 2. a skateboard 3. a cigar 4. a loaf of bread 5. hairy ice cream (that was my spouse's guess).   Delicious-looking, isn't it. I am happy to inform the world that my favorite food is none of those tantalizing consumables, but in fact, mozzarella sticks.  Thank

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I love silly fat things.  Included in this list, categorized under animals of course, are raccoons, squirrels, bears, trash cat, kiwi birds, and the occasional obese house pet.  One of which I own.  Her name is Peach.  She is a "special" dog and we love her very much.  She loves butter.    She is technically not our pet, but the companion pet of our other dog, Otto. He loves balls. My

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Sometimes I over-complicate things.  But in all fairness, "yourself" leaves a lot of undefined room for philosophical deliberation.  Who am I?  What style would best describe me? What side of myself should I show? Allow me to share my explorations. Here's me as a tomato with wheels If I were a rare, naked bird Paige the slug Here's me as a stick. After all that tangible

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I came across this post in Allison Lehman's Show & Tell blog and decided to take on the 30 Day Drawing Challenge.  I love doodling.  I'll show you mine if you show me yours. If you'd like to share your sketch on my blog, just email it to me by noon the day of.   Don't be shy. The corn dog of confidence compels you to share.  Here are Allison's.  Day 1:   Yourself Day 2:   Favorite animal

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Okay. How cool is this. One of my best friends growing up visited recently.  She was a double-decker bus tour guide at the San Diego Zoo and brought this ELEPHANT POO pad of paper to me as a present. That's right.  Elephant poo. The paper manufacturer explains their line of thinking to this effect: Elephants eat lots of grass.  That means elephants make lots of poo also. Grass is fiber.

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My blog was eaten by monsters.  I'll have a brand new shiny one real soon!

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