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adamcytryn · 2 months

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I need to learn how to draw people kissing so I can draw them being gay

(I think I did once like two years ago but it was kinda shit)

#how do i art #orufrey #witch hat atelier

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auxilioooo · 5 months

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hey to those who do art or know what art supplies do what, what is this? i’m very confused

#art #art question #art supplies #how do i art #art stuff #art support #what does this do?

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kallmekonfusion · 7 months

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guys how do I art? I forgot…

#Art #art block #animation #what the hell #how do i art

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crackscreen101 · 11 months

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TW: BLOOD

Is murder really murder. If it saves the person?

Disasterlypse

What if you were put in a situation where you had to act as the grim reaper?

If someone incredibly injured asks you to kill them. Would you?

How would you feel having to take someone else's life? For the sake of peace?

See you soon :)

Yes this is a new au pitch I already have on my page. So what!!

Might be a fanfic instead though... Hehwehehehehe

#disasterlype au #rottmnt #art #artwork #how do i art #rise of the tmnt #tmnt fanart #leo rottmnt #tmnt #fan art

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cloudmakr · 4 months

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Also idk how anatomy or folding chairs work : D

#south park #art #doodle #sp special #paramount+#how do i art #sad shinji chair meme #me : )

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hershelchocolateart · 7 months

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Just to make a point, every time I finished a panel of this I would export it as a PNG on the perceptual setting and use it as a color reference for the next panel

IT'S BAD

PLEASE CHECK YOUR COLOR SETTINGS

EDIT: If you're still having problems, it might help to switch from "Save/Save as" to "Export (as a) Single Layer". Just. Make SURE the box labeled "Expression Color" is set to RGB. I've been messing with this all day, and it looks like this combination of settings will allow exported PNGs to maintain their colors perfectly. To you. So far both Discord and Toyhouse still only display desaturated images and I cannot for the life of me figure out why

#how the fuck do i tag this #psa #artist psa #art psa #clip studio paint #clip studio paint ex #mac artist #artists on tumblr #illustration #signal boost #please for the love of god do NOT do this for five years it will crush your entire soul and spirit

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wolfythewitch · 4 months

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i have so much rage in me one day i think i will explode. i dont think i know how to forgive as much as i know how to forget

#art #wolfy religious tedtalks #sketch #comic #i have such a huge disconnect with my emotions and i do genuinely think a lot of it ties back to religion #crazy how that happens #whats funny is i now have a lot of people i vaguely dislike but cant remember why.#crazy what happens when you treat forgiveness like an instruction and not a process

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hamletthedane · 2 months

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I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.

#shut up e #long post #Saturday thoughts #this has been in my drafts for a week haha #also this is the heart of why AI art feels so wrong #forget the discussion of copyright and theft etc - even if models were only trained on public domain they would still feel very wrong #because they’re not art. art is the labor of creation #even commercial art and art commissioned by the popes and kings of history: there is humanity in the labor of it #unrelated: I did not know living in the Bronx was now something to brag about. How the fuck do y’all New Yorkers afford this city???

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astrallar · 7 months

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