- Created By chocolateagle
BEST DAY EVERRRR
Selfish ego-pastry-puff rant:
SUPER QWERTY.
I decided to draw a picture of Chihiro and Haku from Spirited Away--and you know if you watch/love the movie, that they're just the friggin' cutest things ever. I mean, seriously. It's about the same as Bella and Edward with the age difference, but Miyazaki makes it not scary. :D *ahem* So I was watching it yesterday, and I realized that the voice of 'Lin', the tall brunette who helps Chihiro in the bathhouse, sounded a lot like Meg from Hercules. So me being stupid and not having a life (LAWLS) I looked it up. And it is. I think that's just too cool. xP
ANYWHO~
So I drew a picture of them doing a little Eskimo kiss thingy (I guess...?) and put it up on DA. As soon as I refresh the page to see if it got submitted, I have six messages. All of them are people favoriting it. Under three minutes.
That's like, super awesome. :D
*super spaz attack*
I love how people really enjoy and appreciate my work. It makes me feel like someone actually cares about art and how much time artists put into it. Though I can't say much--the Spirited Away painting only took me about an hour, lol.
Okay, I"m good now. ^___^
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Gettin' Better Every Dayyyyy
So yeah.
I kinda live now. Again. Whatever.
I've found a new-found love for paints. Acrylic paints, more than watercolor, because the acrylic paintings I make actually stick on my wall with no problem. Watercolor paper doesn't like tape. >.>
I've realized that I hate my style.
Like, HATE it.
But I'm better at like, Disney styles than my own. I guess that's a good thing, I'm not sure. It's a side dream of mine to become a Disney animator. That would be pretty epicawesome right there.
RANT MOMENT OF THE DAY:
*ah hem*
I was wrong.
I used to love Crayola colored pencils like they were part of my soul. I always hated paints because they were different and I never thought I would be good at them. And then I drew a picture of Ariel for my friend, the one with all the cute adorable little seahorses. And then I realized that I love paints. I love the texture of the acrylic paints--all nice and smooth and plastic base, aghhhhh--and the way that it's so much faster to color than with colored pencils.
Typical 'don't judge a book by it's cover' sort of deal.
I love painting now. :D I'm starting to get back into art in general after I had a super long artist/writer's block/wanna fall in a hole and die time.
It makes me happy, and I've forgotten how it feels to look at something I've drawn or made and say, 'Hey, I like that. I made that from a piece of blank paper.'
It's one of the best feelings ever--I can't believe I forgot it.
Anywho, while I'm ranting, I might as well throw this out there.
I would love requests from anyone for any Disney/relatively-easy-to-draw kind of paintings. I wanna keep getting better and better at painting because I realized that it broadens my drawing style and I keep getting better and better. There's no end to improvement--it just keeps getting better and better.
And I think that's what fuels me everyday, realizing that.
Thank you. :)
Nope, not dead.
Haha! Rambling poem:
To find a dragon
hidden in beef and broccoli
to obtain first
read your fortune
hidden in beef and broccoli
passed around in front of the screen
to obtain first
through aluminum trays
we have not cooked
the stove is cold
but egg rolls of this minute and cabbage
are still warm
the stove is cold
this house is stiller and colder than I remember
but still warm
'Thank you, have a nice day'
But I am still here
though lost in this fried rice
the stove has been cold for a week
don't you trust me anymore?
though lost in the fried rice
our red dragon glares at me
don't you trust me anymore?
the dragon now rules our home
our red dragon glares at me
over rice paddies and fields of beef and gardens
don't you trust me anymore?
Father, I've lost you to the dragon
over rice paddies and fields of beef and gardens
I can't remember Louisiana
Father, I've lost you to the dragon
and I fear I can't get you back
I can't remember Louisianna
or so my fortune cookie told me
and I fear I can't get you back
my Chinese horoscope says
or so my fortune cookie told me
you should fear the dragon
my Chinese horoscope says
he is rooted in your house--and he will not leave.
Pantoum power~
Story Time~!
If you have a fictionpress account thingy thing, (or even if you don't) please look at my little story thing which you don't really want to look at this moment, but if you get bored later today, might look at just because you have nothing else to do.
That works for me~
Lol.
Please tell me what you think about it, it's still a rough story and criticism is greatly appreciated!
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2743605/1/Compensation_of_Spotlight
~Coco
Remember the Name
This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill
Fifteen percent concentrated power of will
Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain
And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!
What do you do when you feel like life has no purpose anymore? Like you've lost everything you've worked so hard for...when everything good in your life is nothing more than a bittersweet memory?
Is a purpose changeable? Is it possible for one thing to happen--one person to come into your life, and mess up your entire purpose? Do we really consider ourselves happy when a disgusting streak of misery lines our smiles?
I'm angry, tired, stressed out, really annoyed at someone, and scared out of my mind. No person should ever cry because of a 'happy' memory of someone. It's not right.
***********
I'm going freaking crazy with my writer's/artist's block. I sit down at my desk with an idea to draw...and it disappears into thin air. RIDICULOUS. Dx
But then I came up with something (slowly) that's forcing me out of both of my writer's and artist's block, which rocks. I'm thinking of doing a manga on the O that randomly came to mind yesterday. If it ever gets to that stage, it'll be called 'Threadbare'.
My idea: (though probably no one cares, but hey, this is MY world~)
Okay, the world is in ruins. Big whoop. These weird creature things that humans experimented with by trying to give themselves telekinesis (ESP, right?) have gone super crazy and killed about the entire world.
But that's not the end of it; there are these people who have telekinesis (by birth or by training) that possess these man-made creatures called Snipes and they fight the run-away 'bots.
There are three different types of Snipes, but that's not important right now.
The idea of the story is about a Snipe Master (telekinetic person who controls a Snipe) named Glass, who comes into this really country port town called Rubai, looking for a mechanic to fix her (yes, Glass is a girl) Snipe. She meets this air-headed, headstrong, clumsy boy (wow, that was such a mean description, lol) named Anroy, who begs her to let him work on her Snipe. She eventually gives in, but realizes after a while how annoying he can be, specifically about a topic about her. *coughhervisorcough*
However, Glass failed to tell Anroy that a gang of Snipe Masters are trying to find and kill her--she's on a race back to a well-known Snipe Master headquarters a long way away.
So, whaddya think? xP
