They Should Breed

I’m still here and I have a strong need to yap

How many people are still in the Encanto fandom? Show of hands! (Cause it's kinda hard to find people, that I don't already know, that are still in the fandom)

PROSHIP DNI WITH THIS POST AND F*CK OFF!

Someone who hasn’t watch Star Trek, please explain this picture

How to protect yourself during stampede

Something I try to keep in mind when making art that looks vintage is keeping a limited color pallette. Digital art gives you a very wide, Crisp scope of colors, whereas traditional art-- especially older traditional art-- had a very limited and sometimes dulled use of color.

This is a modern riso ink swatch, but still you find a similar and limited selection of colors to mix with. (Mixing digitally as to emulate the layering of ink riso would be coloring on Multiply, and layering on top of eachother 👉)

If you find some old prints, take a closer look and see if you can tell what colors they used and which ones they layered... a lot of the time you'll find yellow as a base!

Misprints can really reveal what colors were used and where, I love misprints...

Something else I keep in the back of my mind is: how the human eye perceives color on paper vs. a screen. Ink and paint soaks into paper, it bleeds, stains, fades over time, smears, ect... the history of a piece can show in physical wear. What kind of history do you want to emulate? Misprinted? Stained? Kept as clean as possible, but unable to escape the bluing damages of the sun? It's one of my favorite things about making vintage art. Making it imperfect!

You can see the bleed, the wobble of the lines on the rug, the fading, the dirt... beautiful!!

Thinking in terms of traditional-method art while drawing digital can help open avenues to achieving that genuine, vintage look!

My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.

I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)

1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.

2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.

3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.

4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.

5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.

6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.

7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.

Why was he crying?

I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)

1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.

2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.

3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.

4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.

5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.

6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.

7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.

I've been seeing that quote go around and while making this I think I managed to track it back to "An Oresteia" by Anne Carson

Felt that it’s important to share videos like this too.