Every artist feels like their art is never good enough, and every artist has another artist they always look up to, admire, and aspire to reach the greatness of some day (I have this feeling with many artists YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE). It’s difficult to not feel discouraged when comparing your art to others because it feels like you’ll never be as good as them, but the goal of art is not to be “as good” as the other artist, it’s to be as good as you can be.
It takes a while to find your art style, much like it takes a while to find a clothing style as well. Sometimes we adopt the more popular styles, other times we go far out, sometimes we get in the middle, or get stuck in between styles for a long time. Draw often, don’t worry about “making it look good”, and eventually you’ll see repeating patterns in your art that will evolve into your style. Remember, your style doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be yours.
Good luck with your art, and enjoy it!
Hello! I want to say that your art is a really big inspiration to me! I stopped drawing about two years ago, when work got too busy. Recently, I got a tumblr account and began following some artists, including you! Seeing you guys, hearing so much encouragement, it really got me wanting to practice art again. Thank you very much! Your sketches especially make me want to try harder!
el-aatmik: el-aatmik: where there is desire there is gonna be a flamewhere there is a flame someone’s bound to get burned amariah belongs to kitty-noodles haha finding old art and remembering when i considered antaeus/amariah a crack pairing :’D #tho i’m not sure why
where there is desire there is gonna be a flame
where there is a flame someone’s bound to get burnedamariah belongs to kitty-noodles
haha finding old art and remembering when i considered antaeus/amariah a crack pairing :’D
It kinda looks like his hair just getting all over the place
I did this. I do not know know why.
I did this.
I do not know know why.
One is the loneliest number that you ever do.Two is just as bad as one, it’s the loneliest number since the number one.
One is the loneliest number that you ever do.
Two is just as bad as one, it’s the loneliest number since the number one.
jabberjack: Tiny Tevruden for barkentin part of This post This was about 40 min, so no color, sai, the longest part was the pose and then the armor. DK armor is skulls. all skulls all the time. edit: Oh blueberries I erased where one leg connects to the calf. fffff
Tiny Tevruden for barkentin
part of This post
This was about 40 min, so no color, sai, the longest part was the pose and then the armor. DK armor is skulls. all skulls all the time.
edit: Oh blueberries I erased where one leg connects to the calf. fffff
varae-ver-you-are: New Mog
Look at these two dorks
Look at these two dorks
Cloak #2 complete. Now to complete [Judgement of the Black Prince] and never turn it in ever.
varae-ver-you-are: ((Art by oboon)) “Abomination." "Hell spawn." "Servant.” They called us many things. I remember so little of my life before. I remember a sharp breath in warm air, the taste of copper and a breeze of cold on my face. That
((Art by oboon))
“Abomination."
"Hell spawn."
"Servant.”
They called us many things.
I remember so little of my life before. I remember a sharp breath in warm air, the taste of copper and a breeze of cold on my face. That same cold greeted me again, filling my lungs with a bitterness that clung to me as I awoke in an unfamiliar place holding a sword in my hand and staring down the legions of dead.
What was I now? A soldier? A slave? Cursed?
I am a Death Knight. I know not rest. I know what it is to inflict pain, to unleash my sword and strike down lesser beings. I am not a bastion of power, but a product of it, untamed, unbridled, kept at bay only by killing.
I remember the cries of Icecrown, the hallowed cries of the wandering dead and those who lingered between. Whether their death was at my hand or at another, their cries remain torturous to my ears, forcing me to relive moments I hadn’t remembered, moments stolen from me during years of servitude.
There is no remorse in what I have done, I cannot change what I am nor run from it.
“Don’t you ever get tired?”
You spoke those words so long ago. I do not remember what it means to be tired. Is it when I feel as if I cannot go on? Is it being weary or weak? Is it sleeping when the body becomes exhausted? How long has it been since you’ve been gone? How long has it been since she was gone? Since I kept my word?
Time seems to have stood still, but I kept my word to you. I came back but I have a request of you, my friend.
Can I sit for a while? The world is quiet now and my body feels heavy. Just for a short time. It is all I ask. You forgave me in the end and even said thank you. Is it my turn to thank you now?