Did I mention I write a _lot_ of poetry?
Remember that poetry thing I do? Here’s something I wrote in between drawing for 48 hours straight (and producing nothing I want to post :X). Also, some may just immediately use Doctor Who as a reference for it, which is fine. We have few cultural “icons” to personify those we’ve left ahead.
My neck tastes like your blood splattered everywhere in just a minute…
You aren’t one of my lady friends… Only CERTAIN women can lick me… So I’ll give you 10 seconds to run…
He finished its too! And I’m not sure if he knows I am a boy D:
I’m recreating this digitally, but all 13 of you have early access
legit happy teras where is this all coming frommm thaaankiesss ;A;
If you had to name one area(s) where I should try to improve what would it be ;w;
First and foremost, my commentary applies strongest to my own art, which is in greatest infancy. So anything I say, much like biblical parable, refers to myself far more than anyone else. It is not hypocrisy, but observation, VERY MUCH applied to me. The “summary” is simply going to be that, in the end, what you need to improve depends explicitly on what it is you intend to achieve.
I can only reply from how I frame the question. So I will define how I interpret things (These are mine, however wrong, just to understand where I come from). Art is a representation of a thing, style is how it is represented, and quality is consistency of style AND similarity to what it represents (so a photo may be a near 1:1 representation of a 3D thing in 2D space, but it has no style). If the thing is a horse, then anatomical limits of a horse do apply except when they don’t. So the most important quality of any and all art, including writing, and all things we represent abstractly: Suspension of Disbelief.
Which is in turn a whole host of concepts, such as adherence to accepted beliefs, and deviations that are consistent enough to be believable. “Oh, it can fly, and things like it can fly. I guess that’s okay.” Humans do not hold things by rules, but by consequence. If a table is out of perspective, it bothers us. If EVERYTHING is out of perspective, and that’s the intention, we accept it! Isn’t that amazing?
Since we intend to draw a horse, we must represent qualities of a horse. If we intend to give it strictly horse movements, we must copy the anatomy of a horse. If we intend to give it human movement, so we copy our own forms. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with drawing thin legs, or human shoulders, or anything like that. If that is what you intend, and they function for the purpose. See: Pointy Ponies (hehe so cute).. So interpreting intention thus requires consistency of representation (i.e. both shoulders must be alike, both hips bend the same way, etc) or symmetry.
THIS SAID, if you wish your style to better represent a horse, then see how horses really are. The “knee”, or hock, is often the key point of some stricter artists complaints of other artists. Being that, on a horse, it has a very gradual incline versus a harsh horizontal one. Just for example.
So it’s not a cop-out when I say it’s about intention. Every artist picks and chooses what qualities to portray to, in the end, represent a horse in this case. I could nitpick my ability to draw all day, or make endless commentary on “Oh this line should be like this because blahblahblah”, but it would not help you.
Finally, to satisfy us both, consider THIS TABLE (NSFW). You do (more often than some) challenge yourself with perspectives a lot, so sometimes you’ll draw something where inevitably something is out of perspective with some other element of the drawing. I am not criticizing you for this. What you attempt is the most difficult thing in art. In fact that’s why I bring it up!
So to improve, I am not criticizing your art or lack of “innate” ability (the Talent myth needs to die). What I am doing is saying is that, from my perspective, draw and study visually more of what you challenge yourself with! Out of perspective does not mean “bad”, in fact you can deliberately be out of perspective (See: Intent). I simply notice you have a propensity for trying some very, very difficult “camera angles” even the most accomplished artists avoid regularly.
So improve by drawing more, as I sometimes see you do, the most difficult things for you. For me, that is “character”, bodies, motion of that sort. I am actually very good with solid objects, and architecture, but find it a loathsome challenge of my patience and not my skill. So you never see me post it, because I hate drawing it, even though in my actual life it was my primary point of praise (which is why I got so good at it).
In summary summary: Create! You improve by making more of what “drives you bonkers”, and in doing so begin to really see these amazing relationships between our own minds, how we see the world, and how we see our own representations of it. So for the drawing I gave, look at more clothing, how objects rest, and the relationships between objects on a given plane.
Draw! Draw more! The limits are literally your imagination!
Please Notice Me Senpai~
Also, thank you Tumblr for taking a highly compressed drawing…and compressing it so lossless that the minor points of subtle effects became full retard. YAY TUMBLR. Here’s the file link: http://i.imgur.com/4cUr3Ft
Over 9000 Hours in MS Paint. Used screencaps for color and muzzle on Pinkie, because god damn show muzzles are hard. I’m going to be so pissed if I’ve accidentally drawn something from memory that I’ve seen before.
Secretly, I also write poetry. As in, actually put effort in to it. As in it actually is poetry. As in I actually know what prosody is. Anyway.
"Friendship is Magic"
Friendship is Magic, inside my mind,
Though this friendship between only me and I;
Come night I lie, insights light may die, so I be blind,
Consigned loneliness invades sublime.
Have we lost ourselves somewhere deep inside?
We play all day in meadows bright and gay,
Alive with careless play,
Where all nights with moonbeams made bright,
Yet changing sights time brings with us,
Nightmares from unkind lots.
So Friendship we will find,
Forever with us, me and mine.
Finding this so then outside, we climbed, leaving doubt behind,
Fears which made us blind in my own mind,
Friends we find leave us yet more resigned.
Yet seek these others with glee,
Back to solitude imprisoned would we, in our own world be,
Though all would be lost, and with great cost,
That which we sought, the magic, was lost;
So with this lesson learned, the one most tragic:
That friendship was lonely, and nothing like Magic.