if you don’t know this is from a game, don’t reblog it.
Because you’re not allowed to enjoy creative, smooth animation. How dare you reblog a thing.
You know what would be a thousand times more helpful than being a game snob?
After a 20-minute flight over the city of New York, Stephen Wiltshire, diagnosed with autism, draws the whole town with only his memory.
from two of my favorite Studio Ghibli films,
I give you prince mononoke and lady howl. I had alot of fun painting this ! hope you guys like.
Again please reblog from me if you want to share on your tumblr! I would greatly appreciate it ;w; ! <3 and thank you all for looking out for me from those who post my stuff without crediting me.
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God i want to cosplay prince mononoke. I never saw princess ashitaka
Commissioned work for Zero Square - Malaysia.
I really enjoyed working on this one! A breath of fresh air in terms of composition and use of elements. :)
- Uni Pin Fine Liners
- 11 x 16 inches of Canson sketch paper
- Approx. 18 hours of drawing
BIGGER IMAGE HERE: http://goo.gl/C8n6OD
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foxes are the most important animals on earth
"The Game Is Complete And The Trophies Distributed Long Before The Public Knows What Happened"
acrylic and spray paint on multiple canvases
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Edward Burtynsky, Highway #1, Intersection 105 & 110, Los Angeles, California, USA, 2003, Chromogenic color print.
Taking a break from work-related drawing meant doing non-work-related drawing lol -__- #pen #mocktattoo
Over 6 months. I’m super beat. Make that more like a year and 6 months. This job has its perks but shit gets tiring fast. Literally I’m over it the next day and I just go through the motions and make sure everything is taken care of.
Ah. There we go. I don’t like this job. Figured it out.
Pretty sure I get hung up on the small shit and tell myself that “They need me.” Who am I joking.
I think a part of me died when I decided to quit halfway through and move back to Cali. I’m nowhere close to where I was before. I don’t mean I want to go to the past (sure I reminisce), but to that state of mind.
I literally can’t talk to somebody now without feeling some sort of anxiety attack of some sort for no apparent reason. Why the fuck did I study Psych anyhow, I pretty much just over-analyze myself.
Now I get One week for some Philly and New York flavor.
About fucking time I live again.