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Thank you! I use 3ds Max for my modeling. I feel bad seeing that now, because I still never got around to texturing that scene v:Gloomsta said:Hey man what program did you use?Chemical Alia said:This is a 3d scene I've been working on off and on.
It looks very nice, i like the details, and the street already feels "grimey"
Here's some other stuff I did lately.
HL2 painting
http://chemicalalia.deviantart.com/art/Striders-254700943
My entry to that Gears of War wallpaper contest
http://chemicalalia.deviantart.com/art/Frag-Out-259127666
Princess Toadstool
Data and Spot
My playable female TF2 Medic model
Concept sketch for my next class, the Engineer
http://chemicalalia.deviantart.com/art/Female-Engineer-Concept-260914777
That's pretty awesome! Nice color palette.Ice Dragonhawk said:
Sorry for the large forum un-friendly sized images.
A fight in space, what can be more fun to paint! Some 3D involved but you know shhh.
More of the fight, when there's space and explosions involved it's as I said, fun to make.
A fight right after, it's a bit bloody so I decided to hide it for those not keen on that.
Starts out as sketches, gets inked, painted in photoshop and then flushed into the tubes of the internet.
Obviously from a comic so the context is hard to get from just the ones shown but I figured it's worth showing, right?
A fight in space, what can be more fun to paint! Some 3D involved but you know shhh.
More of the fight, when there's space and explosions involved it's as I said, fun to make.
Starts out as sketches, gets inked, painted in photoshop and then flushed into the tubes of the internet.
Obviously from a comic so the context is hard to get from just the ones shown but I figured it's worth showing, right?
http://s1179.photobucket.com/albums/x387/iphonerose/?action=view¤t=ISPCA.jpg
It's pretty shit compared to some of the stuff here nut what the hey
It's pretty shit compared to some of the stuff here nut what the hey
Did that with a touch pad? Impressive but god damn man get a tablet! They're cheap enough! haha. Just save up a bit and grab a nice wacom.Jonluw said:I wanted to try colouring something.
It's hardly finished, but I doubt I'll ever get around to finish it. Maybe if I got a drawing tablet. Drawing with a touchpad is tedious.I'm still trying to work out how a lensflare should look.
i made this in my computer art class at school. it wasn't for anything, i just grew bored, didn't have photoshop at home, so i decided to mess around with it a bit after having looked at a bunch of surreal pictures on the internet
i know it's not exactly the best piece of art on the planet, but i'm kind of proud of myself for having made it.
i know it's not exactly the best piece of art on the planet, but i'm kind of proud of myself for having made it.
I'd say either get paint.net or Gimp. Or, buy a pen tablet and use the photoshop elements disc that comes with it.CODE-D said:
Thanks.Snotnarok said:Did that with a touch pad? Impressive but god damn man get a tablet! They're cheap enough! haha. Just save up a bit and grab a nice wacom.Jonluw said:I wanted to try colouring something.
It's hardly finished, but I doubt I'll ever get around to finish it. Maybe if I got a drawing tablet. Drawing with a touchpad is tedious.I'm still trying to work out how a lensflare should look.
I do really want a tablet, but...
I don't know really. I can afford it and all, but I just have this most extraordinary reluctance to go buy one.
Might just be the fact that there is a shitload of options that keeps me from buying one. I'm not very good at choices like that. Particularly when I don't know anything about the product in question or what exactly improves in the product as you climb in the price-ranges.
Tablets are basically mandatory for art on a PC, they just really help. And when I say tablets I mean a wacom tablet, they basically have a monopoly on a patent in pens that do not require batteries. I've had a few of their tablets already and they're great, basically what improves is control and size of your workspace. The tablet basically lets you move your mouse via the pen as if you were moving it over the screen, so picture your tablet is your entire monitors dimensions, the higher you go the larger the tablet, the more sensitive they are (higher end models record the angle of your pen)and then you have tablets with screens.Jonluw said:Thanks.Snotnarok said:Did that with a touch pad? Impressive but god damn man get a tablet! They're cheap enough! haha. Just save up a bit and grab a nice wacom.Jonluw said:I wanted to try colouring something.
It's hardly finished, but I doubt I'll ever get around to finish it. Maybe if I got a drawing tablet. Drawing with a touchpad is tedious.I'm still trying to work out how a lensflare should look.
I do really want a tablet, but...
I don't know really. I can afford it and all, but I just have this most extraordinary reluctance to go buy one.
Might just be the fact that there is a shitload of options that keeps me from buying one. I'm not very good at choices like that. Particularly when I don't know anything about the product in question or what exactly improves in the product as you climb in the price-ranges.
You can have your brush size change based on the pressure you put in, or have the color become more opaque. All the art programs are compatible with it and require only as much set up as you want to put into it.
Look up the graphire series, good to start with. I'm working with the 12WX (it cost an arm and a leg) but they have as far as I've seen the best gear.
Even good for working in zbrush and such, I tried to use the mouse at the very start and after just a little bit of getting used to the tablet it made everything easier and faster.
Yeah, I'll look into it.Snotnarok said:Tablets are basically mandatory for art on a PC, they just really help. And when I say tablets I mean a wacom tablet, they basically have a monopoly on a patent in pens that do not require batteries. I've had a few of their tablets already and they're great, basically what improves is control and size of your workspace. The tablet basically lets you move your mouse via the pen as if you were moving it over the screen, so picture your tablet is your entire monitors dimensions, the higher you go the larger the tablet, the more sensitive they are (higher end models record the angle of your pen)and then you have tablets with screens.Jonluw said:Thanks.Snotnarok said:Did that with a touch pad? Impressive but god damn man get a tablet! They're cheap enough! haha. Just save up a bit and grab a nice wacom.Jonluw said:I wanted to try colouring something.
It's hardly finished, but I doubt I'll ever get around to finish it. Maybe if I got a drawing tablet. Drawing with a touchpad is tedious.I'm still trying to work out how a lensflare should look.
I do really want a tablet, but...
I don't know really. I can afford it and all, but I just have this most extraordinary reluctance to go buy one.
Might just be the fact that there is a shitload of options that keeps me from buying one. I'm not very good at choices like that. Particularly when I don't know anything about the product in question or what exactly improves in the product as you climb in the price-ranges.
You can have your brush size change based on the pressure you put in, or have the color become more opaque. All the art programs are compatible with it and require only as much set up as you want to put into it.
Look up the graphire series, good to start with. I'm working with the 12WX (it cost an arm and a leg) but they have as far as I've seen the best gear.
Even good for working in zbrush and such, I tried to use the mouse at the very start and after just a little bit of getting used to the tablet it made everything easier and faster.
Think I might get a Cintiq 24HD...
Ok, no.
The graphire is discontinued from what I gather. Been replaced by the bamboo, which looks like a decent tablet.
I'll try to see if any stores nearby carry it.
Hah yeah I said the same thing, but I wound up getting the 12WX anyway, paid it off slowly. I'm very into my art so yeah.Jonluw said:Yeah, I'll look into it.Snotnarok said:Tablets are basically mandatory for art on a PC, they just really help. And when I say tablets I mean a wacom tablet, they basically have a monopoly on a patent in pens that do not require batteries. I've had a few of their tablets already and they're great, basically what improves is control and size of your workspace. The tablet basically lets you move your mouse via the pen as if you were moving it over the screen, so picture your tablet is your entire monitors dimensions, the higher you go the larger the tablet, the more sensitive they are (higher end models record the angle of your pen)and then you have tablets with screens.Jonluw said:Thanks.Snotnarok said:Did that with a touch pad? Impressive but god damn man get a tablet! They're cheap enough! haha. Just save up a bit and grab a nice wacom.Jonluw said:I wanted to try colouring something.
It's hardly finished, but I doubt I'll ever get around to finish it. Maybe if I got a drawing tablet. Drawing with a touchpad is tedious.I'm still trying to work out how a lensflare should look.
I do really want a tablet, but...
I don't know really. I can afford it and all, but I just have this most extraordinary reluctance to go buy one.
Might just be the fact that there is a shitload of options that keeps me from buying one. I'm not very good at choices like that. Particularly when I don't know anything about the product in question or what exactly improves in the product as you climb in the price-ranges.
You can have your brush size change based on the pressure you put in, or have the color become more opaque. All the art programs are compatible with it and require only as much set up as you want to put into it.
Look up the graphire series, good to start with. I'm working with the 12WX (it cost an arm and a leg) but they have as far as I've seen the best gear.
Even good for working in zbrush and such, I tried to use the mouse at the very start and after just a little bit of getting used to the tablet it made everything easier and faster.
Think I might get a Cintiq 24HD...
Ok, no.
The graphire is discontinued from what I gather. Been replaced by the bamboo, which looks like a decent tablet.
I'll try to see if any stores nearby carry it.
Another painting to show if no one is interested
Art is so last century. Instead, I make Cartoons!
Let's Creep! [http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/580718] (A MineCraft Cartoon)
Eversion Cartoon [http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/581747] (A Cartoon based off of this video game. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qcTBp8gpNM])
Let's Creep! [http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/580718] (A MineCraft Cartoon)
Eversion Cartoon [http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/581747] (A Cartoon based off of this video game. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qcTBp8gpNM])
Howdy!
It's been a while, hasn't it?
I've been in somewhat of an art funk, I'm working to get myself out of it.
Here is what I've managed to get done:
It's just two new strips of my comic, MiniGames.
Just a little something to change up the way my character looks, I recently got myself a Mo-hawk and realised it's way easier to draw than my old hair.
And this one was brought about by a small doodle I made in a pub while me, my girlfriend and my friend Sarah were waiting for our friend Becca.
Bless her tiny, wafer-like frame...
Hopefully more to follow from me, I don't want to fall back into a no art habit again for a while...
It's been a while, hasn't it?
I've been in somewhat of an art funk, I'm working to get myself out of it.
Here is what I've managed to get done:
It's just two new strips of my comic, MiniGames.
Just a little something to change up the way my character looks, I recently got myself a Mo-hawk and realised it's way easier to draw than my old hair.
And this one was brought about by a small doodle I made in a pub while me, my girlfriend and my friend Sarah were waiting for our friend Becca.
Bless her tiny, wafer-like frame...
Hopefully more to follow from me, I don't want to fall back into a no art habit again for a while...
The metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek. The ship was covered in rust, blood, or some mixture of the two. Nasty. Nasty, nasty, hellishly nasty. It wasn't safe there, though it never really is. Never safe. I pushed myself from the metal bulkhead, and started running, motion erratic, loping legs sprinting down blood-soaked panels. Although nowhere was safe, they were everywhere.
Monsters. Big ones. Ugly ones. They were everywhere and nowhere all at once. The bastards were freakin' everywhere. I have come to the expectation that I couldn't go anywhere without accidentally running into one. Five years on a ship will do that. Cold hulls, endless space, and thousands of nightmares prepared to eat your face. My fingers had become accustomed to the feel of a gun in my grip, my eyes used to the affluence skills with a bandsaw had afforded me. The crewmates were all dead. I was the only one left, but none of the monsters had me. Me, left just me. I collapsed, and the metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek.
Past the point of rest, though. I got up, panting. The monsters were behind me, as usual. I ran down the aft deck, gasping. My breath hurt. Hard, angry pains with every breath. I tripped, and the metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek. I scrambled to my feet. The medical deck nearby had been my favorite hang-out before the accident. The "accident." Military training avoided nasty words. Not "people," but "hostiles." Enemies. We don't kill, we "neutralize." Accident nothing, this was hell unleashed. My hands slammed into the soft metal door. The eye scans, lasers, "security features" had long stopped working. I pulled my cheek from the soft metal panel, and pried the door open. It was safe in here. Safe. Well-lit. Soft. Comforting. Safe.
We heard them growling and scratching at the vents at first. The monsters. Scratching against our air ducts, claws and talons raking the soft, ever-smooth metal all around us on the ship. Even a battle cruiser of this size was large enough for a sizable crew. Dead. Long dead now. Revealed, the monsters were, but it came at the cost of our deaths. I was the last one left. The only one. Curled up on the floor now. Know everyone. Knew everyone. The metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek. They would be getting me in here soon.
Ships of this size always had small crews, so I knew everyone. Everyone. Dead now. Killed. "Neutralized." I never signed up for this. This. Understandably, no one ever signs up for this. These. "Accidents." Catastrophes. Anything, really. We just want money, or power. We're all responsible for what happens to us. This happened to me. Unfair, sure, but I could handle it. My life would end at the hands of these monsters, pitiful end to a stellar life, I guess. They would eat me. I could hear them through the paneled doorway. Med-bay has no weapons. I was responsible for this. No weapons. I should've brought a weapon. No weapons. Why were there never any weapons? It got quiet for a moment, is it possible? The monsters must have left. No one was outside. I opened the panel, and the hallway was free of anything. Except for a surprising amount of blood. I left the med-bay, looking around. Here? There? Where? I know the monsters hadn't gone. They never go. Full interest in gutting humans. That's what I had discovered living the longest. Gutting humans. Killing. "Neutralizing." I wondered how long 'til they neutralize me. Kill me. Until I die. I retched, mixing my bile with the blood on the panels. The metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek. Gasping for some relief, I got up, and had to hurry. They had to have heard me. Kill me. Neutralize me... The hallways weren't safe. Least safe, least safe place on the ship. That's where everyone else died. Everyone. Dead. Dead. They're all dead. I didn't want to be dead. No dying. Yesterday, you were alive. They were. Now they're all dead. Everyone I knew was dead. Killed. Neutralized...
Safety. Med-bay had it, for a time. I should go back there. But there are no weapons there. Weapons there. I needed weapons. Bandsaw to orange faces? Monster face squishes easy. Chitin squishes very easy once it breaks. I had to get weapons to the med-bay. Safe. Med-bay. Fortunately, I knew where the engineers' cabins were. Safety in weapons. Safe in med-bay. I found some tools, tools for fixing, fixing problems. Tools fix monsters. Monsters are problems. I'd fix them. Found a bandsaw.
Orange faces greeted me, and I panicked. Blades were better for monsters. Soft, squishy faces. I swung the scalpel around in my hands, nasty cuts along the orange faces. But they cut into my arm. Felt the tip of a talon. They got me. I ran toward the med-bay.
Mastery of the bandsaw was all that saved me. I threw myself away, and got away. I dove into the med-bay, closing the door. Could still hear yelping, the nasty rasping of their breath. The metal panels were surprisingly cool on my cheek. I gasped harder for breath.
Cheek. Cool. Cheek. The monsters were on my cheek now. Squeezing, touching. I could see their orange faces. Nurses had called them healthy. "Masks." She had said. Their fingers and faces were orange. "Doctors." She had said. Monsters. They were still monsters to me. Evil, evil monsters. My parents had called it a "mental health facility." For my own good. Monsters. Orange gloves, orange faces. Monsters. They're evil, evil monsters. The syringe had been filled with my medicine. Or so they called it. I knew better. Someone would be in to clean my retch, keep my padded room safe. The padding was soft. In my room. On my ship. The metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek.
Monsters. Big ones. Ugly ones. They were everywhere and nowhere all at once. The bastards were freakin' everywhere. I have come to the expectation that I couldn't go anywhere without accidentally running into one. Five years on a ship will do that. Cold hulls, endless space, and thousands of nightmares prepared to eat your face. My fingers had become accustomed to the feel of a gun in my grip, my eyes used to the affluence skills with a bandsaw had afforded me. The crewmates were all dead. I was the only one left, but none of the monsters had me. Me, left just me. I collapsed, and the metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek.
Past the point of rest, though. I got up, panting. The monsters were behind me, as usual. I ran down the aft deck, gasping. My breath hurt. Hard, angry pains with every breath. I tripped, and the metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek. I scrambled to my feet. The medical deck nearby had been my favorite hang-out before the accident. The "accident." Military training avoided nasty words. Not "people," but "hostiles." Enemies. We don't kill, we "neutralize." Accident nothing, this was hell unleashed. My hands slammed into the soft metal door. The eye scans, lasers, "security features" had long stopped working. I pulled my cheek from the soft metal panel, and pried the door open. It was safe in here. Safe. Well-lit. Soft. Comforting. Safe.
We heard them growling and scratching at the vents at first. The monsters. Scratching against our air ducts, claws and talons raking the soft, ever-smooth metal all around us on the ship. Even a battle cruiser of this size was large enough for a sizable crew. Dead. Long dead now. Revealed, the monsters were, but it came at the cost of our deaths. I was the last one left. The only one. Curled up on the floor now. Know everyone. Knew everyone. The metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek. They would be getting me in here soon.
Ships of this size always had small crews, so I knew everyone. Everyone. Dead now. Killed. "Neutralized." I never signed up for this. This. Understandably, no one ever signs up for this. These. "Accidents." Catastrophes. Anything, really. We just want money, or power. We're all responsible for what happens to us. This happened to me. Unfair, sure, but I could handle it. My life would end at the hands of these monsters, pitiful end to a stellar life, I guess. They would eat me. I could hear them through the paneled doorway. Med-bay has no weapons. I was responsible for this. No weapons. I should've brought a weapon. No weapons. Why were there never any weapons? It got quiet for a moment, is it possible? The monsters must have left. No one was outside. I opened the panel, and the hallway was free of anything. Except for a surprising amount of blood. I left the med-bay, looking around. Here? There? Where? I know the monsters hadn't gone. They never go. Full interest in gutting humans. That's what I had discovered living the longest. Gutting humans. Killing. "Neutralizing." I wondered how long 'til they neutralize me. Kill me. Until I die. I retched, mixing my bile with the blood on the panels. The metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek. Gasping for some relief, I got up, and had to hurry. They had to have heard me. Kill me. Neutralize me... The hallways weren't safe. Least safe, least safe place on the ship. That's where everyone else died. Everyone. Dead. Dead. They're all dead. I didn't want to be dead. No dying. Yesterday, you were alive. They were. Now they're all dead. Everyone I knew was dead. Killed. Neutralized...
Safety. Med-bay had it, for a time. I should go back there. But there are no weapons there. Weapons there. I needed weapons. Bandsaw to orange faces? Monster face squishes easy. Chitin squishes very easy once it breaks. I had to get weapons to the med-bay. Safe. Med-bay. Fortunately, I knew where the engineers' cabins were. Safety in weapons. Safe in med-bay. I found some tools, tools for fixing, fixing problems. Tools fix monsters. Monsters are problems. I'd fix them. Found a bandsaw.
Orange faces greeted me, and I panicked. Blades were better for monsters. Soft, squishy faces. I swung the scalpel around in my hands, nasty cuts along the orange faces. But they cut into my arm. Felt the tip of a talon. They got me. I ran toward the med-bay.
Mastery of the bandsaw was all that saved me. I threw myself away, and got away. I dove into the med-bay, closing the door. Could still hear yelping, the nasty rasping of their breath. The metal panels were surprisingly cool on my cheek. I gasped harder for breath.
Cheek. Cool. Cheek. The monsters were on my cheek now. Squeezing, touching. I could see their orange faces. Nurses had called them healthy. "Masks." She had said. Their fingers and faces were orange. "Doctors." She had said. Monsters. They were still monsters to me. Evil, evil monsters. My parents had called it a "mental health facility." For my own good. Monsters. Orange gloves, orange faces. Monsters. They're evil, evil monsters. The syringe had been filled with my medicine. Or so they called it. I knew better. Someone would be in to clean my retch, keep my padded room safe. The padding was soft. In my room. On my ship. The metal panels were surprisingly soft on my cheek.
I and some friends are getting together to start up a sort of homebrew tabletop RPG campaign.
So I decided to draw the character I'm rolling.
On the screen it isn't really easy to see the perspective that his arms are drawn in. This makes his overarms look somewhat stubby. I tried compensating by editing the image in gimp to make the perspective more obvious.
Cookie for the reference.
So I decided to draw the character I'm rolling.
On the screen it isn't really easy to see the perspective that his arms are drawn in. This makes his overarms look somewhat stubby. I tried compensating by editing the image in gimp to make the perspective more obvious.