*takes a deep breath and all his courage*
Alrighty ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time for the next generation to step up. "Next generation?
" I hear you ask. Yes, indeed, that it is, well, at least from my point of view. The premise is still the same: Draw some white lines on a black canvas. But the outcome is more than that this time.
Well, at least from my point of view.
Here we go.
Or rather: Not. Not yet, that is. I'm gonna do some storytelling first and it might take a bit, so if you're short on time or just want to see the picture: Scroll down.
Alrighty. let's recapitulate on what I've done so far:
In the beginning, there was
Dawn, the first child, made solely out of a bunch of white lines. She only featured around 200 of them. I went on with some studies and experiments until I started to put some colours in the game with
At the Edge of Time. Flood the whole thing with light, focus on the characters and you'll get what came after that. But it all was far away from being perfect.
The more details I wanted to draw, the more I found that I would never be able to create the scenes that I made up in my head with what I was using so far.
Ka'Zee, the eleventh child, made me realize this. Her face, as beautiful as it may be, was only a notion. A nice expression, yeah, but not the
complete expression. There's more to a human face than just some lines. Colours, shades, skin - things that got lost on the black background.
So I set out to find a way of realising those things in the next picture. Yet once I started drawing, I quickly noticed that I didn't have the slightiest bit of a clue about how the hell I was going to do that, so I put the project on hold and started to experiment again. And
Daia no Hana was the result. Well, at least I was able to add some details to a face this time, but it still wasn't complete.
If you read my last post before this one, you'll see that I had started yet another picture after Daia was finished, but I only got around to drawing her hairs. Somehow I just couldn't draw her face and that really did my head in. It's a sad story for me, but I guess the thirteenth child will never be finished. Well, at least I could practice drawing one hell of a lot hairs that way and I think it payed off.
I think two months or so passed in which I couldn't draw a good line for the life of me. Well, but since I'm writing all of this now, I guess inspiration came back to me after all. Woo! So I took out the sketches for the project which I previously put on hold and started to mess around with it again.
And here's the result:
LisianThe fourteenth child. Bearer of the word and mistress of the wind.
Now what could I say about her... let me think... I'm really not a fan of explaining the characters I come up with. After all, I'm pouring all of my soul into these pictures to express and show who and what they are, so please forgive me if I cannot seem to find the right words right now.
So yes, she's got skin. Something which I never would have believed, even if I had travelled through time and told myself about it. It just seemed to be impossible, yet here she is, and I think I've did a decent job. I'm sometimes thinking that it's very close to a real photograph, but when you actually look very closely, you can still see all of those lines I used to carve her out of the background. This time, I used about 4250 of them. Took me some time to finish those, I tell you that. But the skin was the really tough part. You wouldn't believe how long I studied people, photographs, close ups of faces and my own skin to get a feeling for how the light and dark tones work together to create perceptible shades. And reassembling that knowledge in the picture was even more of a thrill. I've spent hours after hours on selecting colours, making dots with them on the canvas and smudging them together until it looked good. *phew* Good memories, but it's even better to see that I'm finally done. I especially like her collarbone, that one turned out to look really good in my opinion.
One of my goals for this picture was, to not make her appear static. She should seem somewhat alive, maybe even moving. I'm not sure whether I've succeeded. Originally, I had intended to make her raise her arms, but I figured that it wouldn't make much sense in regards to her character. After all, only beginners use gesture magic.
... that, and I didn't want to include my own hands in this picture again.
I found the piece of clothing she's wearing in a catalogue, but I gave it one or two twists of my own here and there. The low neckline wasn't quite as low in the original version... in fact, there wasn't even really something that you could call a neckline, which is a crime in itself.
So I thought "Oh, what the hell" and turned it into a blouse-like thingy. You get resp. see the picture.
Well, I guess that's all I've got to say for now. Oh wait, there's one more thing:
I hate critics! No wait, that's not right. I don't hate all critics. Just the stupid ones. Really, if people tell me that they don't like my pictures - deal. If people tell me that they don't like my pictures because there seems to be something wrong about them - even more of a deal. That's the stuff I must deal with/want to hear if I ever wanna get anywhere with this.
But so god help me, I
hate those stupid critics! Like, people giving you advice, who haven't even got the slightiest bit of an ounce of an understanding about their own bloody anatomy. "Couldn't you try making her hand turn that way? That would be cool." "... I... I guess I could... if she was in Vietnam... or born in Tchernobyl.
"
Gah. Hate em. But all the others: Be my guests. You may stone me now. Fire away.
This post has been edited by Gobbler: 25 November 2006 - 10:26 AM