I find that most of the work I do is either super polished (and sometimes overworked), or an unfinished sketch. So I am trying to expand my spectrum, and figure out what my “quickhand”is. Quantity….and quality?
heh. Anyway I was going through old sketchbooks and found a page of unused character thumbnails/silhouettes. And this is one of them that stood out to me. I believe I was designing characters based on a performance piece I was in called “House of Ghosts”, which focused on the cycle of rebirth and spirit children/ogbanje/abiku. So there was supposed to be a look for each of the different worlds these spirit children would inhabit.
But creating this image was mostly me remembering how to play, and unapologetically draw and paint. It’s funny, I’ve spent so much time getting a formal education, and now I spend time trying to unlearn certain things and sort of keep in touch with my inner child.
Sometimes you just have to say forget proper anatomy! Forget drawing correctly! Does it make your spirit sing?
Also.
#Holdmyponytail
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I never want to see the following words used to describe WOC ever again
- Sassy
- Exotic
- Fiery
- Earthy
I know there are other words that are just as aggravating, but these are at the top of my list.
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“America was built on taming the wild”
No, it was built on genocide, slavery and destruction.
Shut the fuck up fatal attractions.
Destroying the Earth is not “taming” it!
Colonialist bullshit.
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A 27-year-old mother of two young boys (eight and nine years of age) is being charged with assault after nearly beating a community coach to death for allegedly molesting her sons. “I asked my son, ‘Did he touch you bad, did he touch you down there?’ And my little boy said ‘Yes,’ and I said ‘Was it just you?’ And he said ‘No, he touched some more kids,’” Richmond told a local news station. Richmond’s concerns were heightened when she received a phone call from the head coach of the community football team, located in Memphis, Tennessee, on Saturday requesting a meeting with the coach who allegedly molested her sons. As she made her way to the meeting, Richmond spotted the alleged child molester, Coach Red, during her commute. “He was running away,” said Richmond. “I didn’t say anything to him I just blinked out. When I saw him, I saw my kids being hurt, that’s it.” Neighbors saw Richmond chase the coach down the street to a neighbor’s carport and […]Somebody get a Kickstarter campaign started for this woman. No more Black women going to jail for protecting themselves and their loved ones.
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- me tonight: tomorrow i'm gonna get my shit together
- me tomorrow: tomorrow i'm gonna get my shit together
- me on my deathbed: tomorrow i'm gonna get my shit together
what if professor utonium actually added chemical XD
jesus christ how horrifying
Aww they’re soft grunge so cute
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im gonna go play animal crossing on my game cube because im not in the fucking mood for the fuckery on my dash
I have to say that the single most important lesson I learned in 25 years talking every single day to people was that there is a common denominator in our human experience. Most of us, I tell ya, we don’t want to be divided. What we want—the common denominator that I found in every single interview—is that we want to be validated. We want to be understood.
I’ve done over 35,000 interviews in my career, and as soon as that camera shuts off everyone always turns to me and inevitably in their own way ask this question: “was that ok?”
I heard it from President Bush. I heard it from President Obama. I’ve heard it from heroes and from housewives. I’ve heard it from victims and perpetrators of crime. I even heard it from BE-YON-CÉ in all of her Beyoncé-ness. She finishes performing, hands me the microphone, and says “was that ok?” [x]
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