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Some images I took for a showing in a couple weeks. These are the unedited versions so they aren't as good as the finals.
It's a hole in my window screen
Just some branches
My shadow, I didn't think it (or any of the others)were too special, but according to everyone else, I was wrong.
Me holding a tennis ball for my dogs. They just lined up like that by themselves.
It's a hole in my window screen
Just some branches
My shadow, I didn't think it (or any of the others)were too special, but according to everyone else, I was wrong.
Me holding a tennis ball for my dogs. They just lined up like that by themselves.
erm, well i did write a story... here goes... *gulp* (this will be the first time i use spoiler thingymejig as well by the way)
[spoiler = Unfinished/Most Recent]Jake
A short story by Nicholas Burns
The fog had surrounded him? he could barely see. The road was clear, or so he thought. He needed to cross it? Otherwise he wouldn?t be able to get to his destination. The decision was made. He began to walk across, confident that there was noting coming his way? he had checked plenty before he crossed, why should there be something now? But then through the mist, that dreaded noise was heard: the roaring of an engine. He turned right. Already the blinding lights of an oncoming car were upon him, tire?s screeching?
Jake woke up. What a strange dream? it was almost as though it was real? These opening thoughts to the morning were unusual for Jake. Yet this topic upon his dream was somewhat less preferable compared to his usual thought upon what the weather was like (which, by the way, was a mass of ghastly thick fog? he wouldn?t enjoy walking to work today). Jake, being used to the clockwork routine of his morning (yes, right down to the thought he has when he wakes up) wasn?t exactly amused by this small niche of a thought. Nevertheless, he was adamant that he wouldn?t allow this to ruin the rest of the day? maybe he could even rescue his morning routine (he had already lost 5 minutes to contemplating this minor disturbance). He got himself out of bed, had a shower (15 minutes, 5 minutes less than usual to make up for lost time) brushed his teeth (3 minutes, as usual) eat breakfast (a simple concoction of Muesli and yogurt, 2 minutes to make and 10 minutes to eat), got changed into his Tuesday suit (jet black jacket and trousers with a pale blue shirt and a blood red tie, 10 minutes), and had one last look in the mirror, to see if everything was in place. His slender, nearly (but not quite) underweight face looked back at him. As always, his appearance was perfect ? right down to the slight curl upon his forehead he always had in his otherwise straight brown hair. Good. Everything is in place. With this thought, Jake headed out of his house into the less predictable and chaotic outside world. Keeping to his routine as best as possible in these undesirable conditions, Jake began his walk to work in the bitter cold wind. The slightly morning troubles seemed like they had never existed? infact, Jake had already forgotten what the dream was about.
The fog had surrounded him? he could barely see. The road was clear, or so he thought. He needed to cross it? Otherwise he wouldn?t be able to get to his destination. The decision was made. He began to walk across, (?why do I get the feeling that I?ve already done this??? Jake thought as he crossed) confident that there was nothing coming his way? (?I?m sure I?ve been through this before??) he had checked plenty before he crossed, why should there be something now? (?So why do I get the feeling that there is something???) But then through the mist, that dreaded noise was heard: the roaring of an engine. He turned right. Already the blinding lights of an oncoming car were upon him, tire?s screeching?
Jake woke up. ?What? What just happened?? It had felt completely real? but? how could it have been? Yes? it was a dream? just a bad dream? what else could it have been? Its not like it could be anything else, after all? These thoughts were considerably longer than Jake?s usual thought upon how the sky looked(a ghastly grey colour? it might even rain). He looked at the clock, something he didn?t usually have to do. 15 minutes late? that hasn?t happened in a while? his morning routine was already in shambles? maybe he could still recover the remainder of the day? He got himself out of bed, had a quick shower (10 minutes? half of usual? disgusting?) brushed his teeth (2 minutes?), eat breakfast (just a piece of bread with butter, no time for Muesli? 30 seconds to make, 2 minutes 30 to eat), got changed into his Monday suit (striped dark navy jacket and trousers, with a sky blue shirt and crimson tie, 10 minutes), and had one final look in the mirror, to reassure himself that his appearance was perfect. Unfortunately for Jake, it wasn?t. Firstly, he had changed into his Monday suit, and it was Tuesday. Secondly, the curl upon his forehead? it was gone. All that was left was a simpleton?s straight hair. He had no time to do anything about it though? he was already nearly running late. He couldn?t waste anymore time. Jake left the house into the unpredictable streets, the dream still scratching at the back of his mind, but trickling away like water?
The fog had surrounded him? (?I have already done this?, Jake realised with a pang of horror) he could barely see (?no, no? it was only a dream? it wasn?t real, of course it wasn?t!?). The road was clear, or so he thought? (?It is clear, it is clear, it is clear??) He needed to cross it? otherwise he wouldn?t be able to get to his destination. The decision was made. He began to walk across, confident that there was nothing coming his way? (?It was only a dream?a bad?dream??) he had checked plenty before he crossed, why should there be something now? (?There is nothing? please let there be nothing??) But then through the mist, that dreaded noise was heard: the roaring of an engine (?oh my God.?). He turned right. Already the blinding lights of an oncoming car were upon him, tire?s screeching?
Jake woke up.
?
End
[/spoiler]
[spoiler = Unfinished/Most Recent]Jake
A short story by Nicholas Burns
The fog had surrounded him? he could barely see. The road was clear, or so he thought. He needed to cross it? Otherwise he wouldn?t be able to get to his destination. The decision was made. He began to walk across, confident that there was noting coming his way? he had checked plenty before he crossed, why should there be something now? But then through the mist, that dreaded noise was heard: the roaring of an engine. He turned right. Already the blinding lights of an oncoming car were upon him, tire?s screeching?
Jake woke up. What a strange dream? it was almost as though it was real? These opening thoughts to the morning were unusual for Jake. Yet this topic upon his dream was somewhat less preferable compared to his usual thought upon what the weather was like (which, by the way, was a mass of ghastly thick fog? he wouldn?t enjoy walking to work today). Jake, being used to the clockwork routine of his morning (yes, right down to the thought he has when he wakes up) wasn?t exactly amused by this small niche of a thought. Nevertheless, he was adamant that he wouldn?t allow this to ruin the rest of the day? maybe he could even rescue his morning routine (he had already lost 5 minutes to contemplating this minor disturbance). He got himself out of bed, had a shower (15 minutes, 5 minutes less than usual to make up for lost time) brushed his teeth (3 minutes, as usual) eat breakfast (a simple concoction of Muesli and yogurt, 2 minutes to make and 10 minutes to eat), got changed into his Tuesday suit (jet black jacket and trousers with a pale blue shirt and a blood red tie, 10 minutes), and had one last look in the mirror, to see if everything was in place. His slender, nearly (but not quite) underweight face looked back at him. As always, his appearance was perfect ? right down to the slight curl upon his forehead he always had in his otherwise straight brown hair. Good. Everything is in place. With this thought, Jake headed out of his house into the less predictable and chaotic outside world. Keeping to his routine as best as possible in these undesirable conditions, Jake began his walk to work in the bitter cold wind. The slightly morning troubles seemed like they had never existed? infact, Jake had already forgotten what the dream was about.
The fog had surrounded him? he could barely see. The road was clear, or so he thought. He needed to cross it? Otherwise he wouldn?t be able to get to his destination. The decision was made. He began to walk across, (?why do I get the feeling that I?ve already done this??? Jake thought as he crossed) confident that there was nothing coming his way? (?I?m sure I?ve been through this before??) he had checked plenty before he crossed, why should there be something now? (?So why do I get the feeling that there is something???) But then through the mist, that dreaded noise was heard: the roaring of an engine. He turned right. Already the blinding lights of an oncoming car were upon him, tire?s screeching?
Jake woke up. ?What? What just happened?? It had felt completely real? but? how could it have been? Yes? it was a dream? just a bad dream? what else could it have been? Its not like it could be anything else, after all? These thoughts were considerably longer than Jake?s usual thought upon how the sky looked(a ghastly grey colour? it might even rain). He looked at the clock, something he didn?t usually have to do. 15 minutes late? that hasn?t happened in a while? his morning routine was already in shambles? maybe he could still recover the remainder of the day? He got himself out of bed, had a quick shower (10 minutes? half of usual? disgusting?) brushed his teeth (2 minutes?), eat breakfast (just a piece of bread with butter, no time for Muesli? 30 seconds to make, 2 minutes 30 to eat), got changed into his Monday suit (striped dark navy jacket and trousers, with a sky blue shirt and crimson tie, 10 minutes), and had one final look in the mirror, to reassure himself that his appearance was perfect. Unfortunately for Jake, it wasn?t. Firstly, he had changed into his Monday suit, and it was Tuesday. Secondly, the curl upon his forehead? it was gone. All that was left was a simpleton?s straight hair. He had no time to do anything about it though? he was already nearly running late. He couldn?t waste anymore time. Jake left the house into the unpredictable streets, the dream still scratching at the back of his mind, but trickling away like water?
The fog had surrounded him? (?I have already done this?, Jake realised with a pang of horror) he could barely see (?no, no? it was only a dream? it wasn?t real, of course it wasn?t!?). The road was clear, or so he thought? (?It is clear, it is clear, it is clear??) He needed to cross it? otherwise he wouldn?t be able to get to his destination. The decision was made. He began to walk across, confident that there was nothing coming his way? (?It was only a dream?a bad?dream??) he had checked plenty before he crossed, why should there be something now? (?There is nothing? please let there be nothing??) But then through the mist, that dreaded noise was heard: the roaring of an engine (?oh my God.?). He turned right. Already the blinding lights of an oncoming car were upon him, tire?s screeching?
Jake woke up.
?
End
[/spoiler]
Hello, got a very quick little poem here. I'm currently working to expand it. Enjoy.
The Fertility Goddess
The fertility goddess
Slouched in the garden
Once the buzzards have had their way
Her distended stomach
Would have made a fine pile of compost
It?s a pity that winter
Is only a month away
The Fertility Goddess
The fertility goddess
Slouched in the garden
Once the buzzards have had their way
Her distended stomach
Would have made a fine pile of compost
It?s a pity that winter
Is only a month away
I havnt posted here in a while so heres a few things i've done since/have uploaded to my deviant art, which is here [adambeedell.deviantart.com] if anyone's interested.
56k WARNING
I have a simple tutorial for the above if anyones interested, link here [http://adambeedell.deviantart.com/art/RETRO-The-tutorial-114136224]
56k WARNING
I have a simple tutorial for the above if anyones interested, link here [http://adambeedell.deviantart.com/art/RETRO-The-tutorial-114136224]
I just tonight made a short animation due to extreme boredom.
This seems a good enough place as any to share it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f17oGJkfbpI
This seems a good enough place as any to share it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f17oGJkfbpI
These are fucking awesome. I'm in awe. I wish I could tailor clothes.Unkillable Cat said:
Your photomanipulation skills are great. For the drawings I recommend blending a little more, either with the pencil itself and more even tonal shifts or with a blending stump.Avida said:
Thank you, and unfortuneatly there are no blending stumps or knedable erasers or artists pencil collections anywhere near me so i have to settle with a HB unfortuneatly, i'll certainly try to blend a little better in future though. Oh and that tree picture is so old, i dont think i had actually realised that tone and texture could go together yet XDLabyrinth said:
I did this drawing of Hyde a few years ago for a friend for her birthday. I don't have a scanner, so this was taken with my cell phone, so some of the details got lost.
I really need to get back into drawing; I miss it...
I really need to get back into drawing; I miss it...
I sort of extended my original, 18 second animation, to over a minute. I'm rather pleased with it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgc4QUCYvrU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgc4QUCYvrU