process for character design challenge group on fb. Uploading here because fb compression is really really lame.
Hey man, your birthday tomorrow so I'm just leaving my best wishes here. I know the army doesn't give a fecal matter but hopefully you get some small time to see this. I hope things are going well for you. You should be used to that for now.
Hey guys! I have some speed paintings in my channel on Youtube, it's very useful for who want to learn more about my cute style and vector forms. Also, it' very funny to watch! Check my channel and don't forget to subscribe!
A very common term in the artistic world, a commission is a work that was asked for someone to perform, in other words, she or he was commissioned to a task. Here we are speaking of arts, so to happen an art commission, a person must pay an artist to do the work that was requested.
I work in the industrial branch, attend companies of different lines and sizes, for this type of commission it is necessary to contact me to talk about the project and request a budget. This is the commissions page for personal use, the difference being that the requester will not use the work for any commercial purpose, be it sales or advertising. If you want a drawing of a character of yours, or of your pet, or a gift for someone, or want to make your personal blog more personal, you have come to the right place!
These prices are for personal use only. If you want to sell some item with my drawings, we need to talk before, because the budget is different.
There are several ways you can contact and ask for your commission. You can send me a note and my email is daienyschuttz@gmail.com, check my contact page for more options.
I intend to expose the design in my portfolio, in case you don't agree, you need to communicate in advance because will have an additional fee in this way.
You can divide the payment into parts, generally prefer to pay the first part at the beginning and the second after the sketches are ready.
The work is done in steps, so you can follow the whole process to make sure that everything is going according to the desired.
You´re a bad ass man! I´ve seen your DVD´s of the Gnomon Workshop but i still having doubts! i hope that you can help me someday! Greetings from Mexico City!
How do you get the texture from Photoshop to Zbrush? This must of taken weeks to do Im guessing! O_o GREAT JOB!!
Very cool, I like how the buildings look so advanced in style and size, yet they are scattered far apart, like in a rural area far from any major cities...I guess even alien races would have vast amounts of "countryside" on their worlds too. The landscape itself has amazing sharpness and detail
Thanks. I was actually planning on doing a whole bunch of buildings but on my test render I noticed that rendering times exploded so I had to settle on this setup
It was late already. The sky was turning purple and dark blue, and my legs began to weaken with stress from running so long a distance in so short a time. Even though I was in a nearby forest-like brush far from my perusers, I could still hear the sirens wailing and scent dogs barking loudly. I quickly ran behind a tree to catch my breath. My heart was beating rapidly, and my lungs were filling with air continually.
"I don't know what to do" I said to myself, "All I wanted was to be free of that place. I never wanted to hurt anyone... What have I done... What have those people done... Maybe... This is all a dream? Yeah, that's right, all a dream. I'll wake up in my room and Lilly will greet me with the medications and her lifting words to keep me through the day; everything will be good." I convinced myself, as tears began to water my face. "Or maybe I will wake up, and I'll be a different person, or even who I was when I was little. All the hallucinations and all the beatings from Axe
Choose 3 of your OCs. They can be from anything. Original stories, fanfic OCs, whatever. It doesn't matter. None of this matters.
1) So. Introduce yourselves. Are you related in any way, or do you have no idea who the hell each other is?
3) HURR. That last question was uncalled for! Anyhoo. What do you like doing when no one else is looking?
I continued to repeat patting my head against the wall for hours on end, not saying a word or making a sound other than the soft patting. I listened closely for voices outside the room, but came up with nothing but the cold silence of the ward. Occasionally, I dozed off, but dreamt of the horrid shadows and listened to the rapid voices that dwelled within. After awakening from another nightmare, I finally heard a voice; thinking it was my imagination, I listened very closely, and soon understood that what I heard was real, but it felt as though it were a nightmare...
"He's very unstable" A male voice spoke. "I think a few more doses of Largactil should help with his manic behavior, other than that, I'm not so sure... Has he complained of anything?"
"Well" An unknown female voice said, "I heard one nurse saying he mumbles about shadows in his sleep, and thrashes as though he is drowning... I suppose he is having frequent hallucinations. What do you think doctor? Should we test the new d
After I awoke the next day, I looked curiously around the room, relieved that all of what I had experienced before was not some sort of cruel hallucination. I sat up in my bed, and happily stretched my arms. As I was doing this, I heard the door open. Behind it was a nervous nurse Lilly. She seemed to be afraid as to how I reacted the last time she entered the room, and this time entered with extreme caution.
"I heard from the nurses about what you had been through, Borje... I just wanted to tell you I was sorry."
I avoided looking at her face and did not reply. I felt betrayed that she would bring up such a subject... In a way I detested her for doing so, yet I couldn't blame her for being curious as to what I am. I suddenly lifted my head and gazed upon her expression of pity.
A few days later,(I predicted) I awoke in a hospital. It was both cold and moody with the all white scenery... I felt that the place I was in was no ordinary hospital, and that something of horrific nature may happen soon enough. Moments later, after I examined the room, a young female nurse approached me. She looked at me with a nervous smile and spoke.
The nurse then stared at me with her glowing blue eyes. She moved her long and curly brunet hair with her hand and held out some clothes.
"Here is some robes for you... I'll check back in about twenty minutes for you to get changed and adjusted to the new scenery..."
The nurse gently set the clothes beside me and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I examined the off blue hospital robes I was given and in a few minutes was changed from my worn out and torn clothes I had worn before. I again, sat on my bed and looked about the room o
It seemed like a lifetime, traveling around in the forests. Occasionally, I traveled to an unknown town for extra food and new clothes... Although I felt horrible in stealing most of these things, since I had no money to buy food, much less clothes. Some people in a few small restaurants gave me food at no cost, because they could tell I was a runaway... When they offered to keep me with them, I had to refuse and leave immediately. "It was my own fault" I told them, "I have to solve my own problems."
As much as I loved the forests, the days that went by were ever so bitter. The days were warm and alive with animals roaming about; and the nights were cold and dead with only sounds of the owls hunting at night, with the occasional howl from an unknown source. In those nights I had time to think. Arvid and I constantly argued under the black skies often until day came. It was awful to be with Arvid... Sometimes I thought about just hanging myself or climbing then falling off of the tall t
I'm a very... Interesting person, so peple say. My nam is Sin, Synden, D. Whatever floats your boat. I tend to say "Indeed" alot, and likes to wear a tophat...
I am currenly 16 years of age, and living in the states for now, but really consider Sweden my home... I have progressing spelling so far, and it tends to come and go as it pleses. I'm completly interested in the history of the Black Death, macabre poetry, Black Metal, and pretty much anything that I see interesting... Even robotics! 'cos then I can create an exploding robot one day... I have a pretty good interest in Science as well, gess you can call me a type of "Mad scientist". But, art has been my true interest for several years...So you either get busy talkin', or get busy dyin'. Want a small talk, or just interested in a good chat, just comment or note; doesnt matter.
Ja, you heard me right. Metal Unicorns. Why? Look here games.adultswim.com/robot-unic… The game is addictive; the music is annoying. So, I did several tests with other music to see how it wents. In my opinion, these songs fit fairley well with the game:
Yep... Went out of my way to tell you about a rertarded game. Oh, and on this website, there are videos of Metalocolypse there to! Sorrey I didnt get any other songs, I dont have anything else on this computer. And also, the reson why I posted this was cos this game reminded so much of Eris cos it was rainbow-like, but metal at the same tim... and the thing is a unicorn! a freekin UNICOOOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH!!!!
I walked into the hallway one day and discovered a dog.A weenie dog. It ate a bananna that was siting on the sofa, which had several shit stains from your mothers' rings she almost lost in the divorse with a keybord and a paper klip. Suddenly!!! A satanic man eating moustach ran into the sene and destroyed the penguins planet names Uranus which tore apart your kidney and killed everyone on earth and then som
Synden64 has moved to this new account that I am using ever so happily. I am now ColorBars64. *The number always seemed lucky, so I kept it.* Anyway, some old and new things will appear on CB account. This account however is lost and I appologize.
want you to know that you are amazing & you're my friend until my death. If I don't get this back, I understand. But, I have a game for you, once you read this letter, you must send it to 15 people, including the person that sent it to you . If you receive at least 3 back, you are loved. Nobody knows how important something is until...................they lose it. Tonight, right at 12:00a.m., the person you like is going to realize that they love you! Then, something is going to happen to you between 1:00 & 2:00a.m. Be ready for the greatest shock of your life. If you break this chain, you, you are going to have bad luck with love for a whole year. Send this to 15 people and see what happens ♥♥♥
shes not allowed back on DA for awhile,dont worry shes fine^^shes says thank u for worrying and she'll try to come back soon
Tip 5555 = 2x Chibi + Base (can be seperate or in the same drawing), or 4 Chibis on transparent background, and I'll feature your name on my profile until hell freezes over!!!
Yup, once again, I advertise urgent commissions Seems like they're the ones I prefer to showcase! By the way, I want to thank everyone who participated last time I wrote this kind of journal. Sam, the poor cat who needed surgery, is doing perfectly fine!
And now, I'm counting on you once more. A really dear friend of mine is in urgent need of some extra money. Her condition isn't going any better (I won't talk about her private life here, but believe me, I wouldn't like being in her shoes right now, poor thing ), and therefore she opened her Pixel and Icon Commissions (only 3 slots available), and since we're on it, I'll also advertise her Scenery Painting Commissions (she freaking rules at these!!)
And if you're too lazy to read my journal (lul), you can head directly to ValaSedai's profile and make your own opinion. But I warn you: you WON'T be disappointed by her art skills
By clicking on this link, you will see her detailed journal about these commissions, the pricing, and how to commission her. Here are some of the works, just to tease you
I even commissioned her once, and I was amazed by the quality! Too bad I can't seem to find my lovely icon anywhere, I would have loved to show it out (and change my icon once more, haha!)
Okay, so, of course these ones will take much longer to achieve than the pixel icons, but they TOTALLY DESERVE your attention! Plus, I'm pretty sure Vala will be more than pleased if you commission a scenery And just because I love to tease any potential commissioner, here are some of my favorite masterpieces she painted!
It's rather like insurance which brings about the 'Moral Hazard' debate, of people thinking there is something out there to cover them, mend them or take the blame, so htey have no responsibility for their actions.
In Belgium it is against the law to cross the road when the red man is showing, even if there are no cars on the road. People in Belgium actually think this is sensible and should be enforced with a €75 fine as it is these people who are entirely responsibly for causing accidents and that people are not intelligent enough to be able to cross the road without a machine telling them so. A sad state of affairs.
This is Catherine Bennett, an Observer columnist. Remember this face, keep it in your mind. Because this is one of the faces that evil wears.
Some unpleasant little turd named Catherine Bennett has an article up at Comment Is Forbidden which is not only unbelievably patronising but actually dangerous.
I mean, the headline is an absolute corker—yes, I know that the columnists don't (necessarily) write the headlines, but it does betray the mindset of unadulterated evil that is endemic in those who run The Grauniad and The Observer.
That statement alone is one that takes my breath away. How can anyone who enjoys the freedoms and privileges of a liberal democracy—circumscribed thoough those have become—write such a line?
The coalition's obsession with self-determination, whether on schools or GPs, penalises the least able
Ah, yes, of course—the "least able". That's right: because some people might make bad decisions, then choice should be removed from everyone, eh?
Anyway, let us continue with some of the highlights in this delightfully authoritarian article, shall we?
It is not merely the chorus from anguished parents (and patients), that they cannot exercise choice where there is no spare capacity, that might give a rational education secretary pause, but a growing body of research indicating that too much choice is overwhelming. Gove will know of the much cited experiment with jam, by the US academic Sheena Iyengar, which found consumers were more than six times more likely to buy a pot if they had to choose from six varieties, rather than 24.
This is, I think you'll find, a rather well-known phenomenon, elaborated upon in a 2004 book by Barry Schwartz called The Paradox of Choice—Why More Is Less. In this lovely tome, Barry opines that too much choice makes us unhappy.
But I don't think, darling Catherine, that he maintains that therefore there should be no choice at all.
If uncertainty about preserves is a problem one can probably live with, or possibly enjoy, a similar helplessness in the face of big, irreversible decisions is, to judge by a new study, State of Confusion by Professor Harriet Bradley of Bristol University, something that should worry a government that advertises choice as an unmitigated good.
And again, Catey-baby, I don't think that this government is advertising "choice as an unmitigated good": that would be very difficult to square with the fact that, actually, they are offering us very little choice in anything.
Because otherwise we would be living in the very worst kind of dictatorship and you, my little poppet, could well be working down a fucking mine—or simply forced to be a breeding machine—and not sitting comfortably at home and vomiting your authoritarian fantasies in a lefty rag.
I mean, the French (just to pick one example) have a massive range of choice in their health provision: they pay some Social Security to the state and for the rest they have to choose a private insurer, and choose a doctor and choose a hospital and... Well, you get the idea.
The point is that the French have far more choice in their provision of health alone, and they seem to cope. Not only do they seem to cope, but their health system is—in terms of outcomes—far, far better than ours (WHO ranked it the best in the world in 2000). And the French people do not seem to be standing still, paralysed by the choices open to them.
After surveying 3,000 people on their attitudes to choice, Bradley says: "I believe most people want the state to make these big decisions for them."
But this is the problem, isn't it? The state can't make choices for some—it must make choices for all. And thus those who do want to choose have that freedom removed from them. Or, of course, they choose to move house to get into a good school's catchment area; or—horror of horrors—they choose to send their children to private schools.
At which point, of course, they get attacked, ridiculed and demonised by Grauniad columnists (who all, of course, do precisely the same thing and so leaven their more aggressive articles with the occasional 1,000 word screed declaring how guilty they feel about being rich enough to be able to send little Jocasta to a "good school" rather than the local shithouse).
Harriet Bradley is a specialist in the study of women's employment. Her broader research interests are the sociology of gender, feminism, industrial relations and the sociology of work, along with a general interest in social divisions and inequalities. A developing interest is in issues around women, health and maternity.
Ah, I see: Professor Harriet Bradley is one of these eternal students, someone who has made a choice about her career. In fact, Harriet Bradley made a choice to swan about studying sociology on our dime, and then to write articles about how we should not have any choices. Which is kind of sensible of her because, given the choice, I wouldn't be forced to fund her utterly pointless career.
This is a point that Timmy makes rather eloquently because, of course, people like Harriet Bradley and Catherine Bennett—like most of the other middle-class lefties that one meets—fully expect that they will be giving the orders, not having to obey the rules themselves.
An obvious question presents itself. Did Professor Harriet Bradley choose to become an academic? Work, strive, to become a Professor? Decide to write a book?
Wouldn’t she be happier stacking shelves in the supermarket if that’s where the State would place her to relieve her of the anguish of having to make a decision?
Is there perhaps some special class of people who both should decide for themselves and also decide for the peons? Those special enough to cope with the difficulty of choice and to alleviate others of it?
This is not only because, in many cases, consumers are well aware that the choice of, say, school or hospital is – unlike a commercial selection of jams or phones or holidays – an utter fiction. The process of choosing is itself oppressive when the issues are life-changing, relating to health, money or careers.
Yes, but we allow people to have a choice of jams, but we constrict choice in the really important things. And because some people cannot cope with too much choice, we should allow people to have a choice of jam but not choice in their childrens' education.
Because, you see, being able to choose how your children are educated is way too important for you stupid, ignorant parents to be trusted with. The beneficent State will make the choice for you.
"Don't like what the State has chosen? Well, that's just tough shit. Here, have some fucking jam and shut the fuck up."
In her London focus groups, [Harriet] found parents "absolutely terrified of the whole process of selecting schools", because of the impenetrable, changing rules about eligibility.
Yes, this is a reason to simplify the rules on eligibility, not to remove the ability of parents to choose which school to send their children to. And, of course, one of the reasons that parents might be terrified is because if they try too hard to get a good education for their child, then they will find themselves in court.
And those articles linked to above give the lie to this whole article: not only do people care enough about their children's education to go to massive lengths to be able to make an informed choice—they are prepared to break the law in order to do so.
Um, if people are confused by the choices on other, then they will often ask advice. Sometimes those people will be friends, sometimes they'll be a shop floor worker, sometimes they will be random people on the internet. If you have to make a choice, then you want to make the right one—so you ask for advice. So, I fail to see what is "oxymoronic" about choice advisers (assuming, of course, that advise is all that they do which is, I grant you, a big assumption).
... this situation favours society's most able, while it penalises confused, passive, busy or ill-informed individuals, though they all want the same thing: a good local school.
Yeah, well, you see Catey, my little poppet, we've tried the No Choice route, and it has delivered shitty local schools. Do you see?
Choice is not simply about giving people the freedom to choose the course of their own lives, rather than being funnelled down whichever route the state thinks best, but also about introducing competition: because, like it or not, competition makes things better. In this case, competition will deliver better schools—if only because so many of them (especially in inner cities) would really struggle to be any worse.
And one of the main reasons that people have such a difficult time choosing for themselves is because our education is so utterly, comprehensively [geddit?] shit that they have had all of their reasoning ability stripped out of them. And that is assuming that they are not part of the 20% who leave school in Britain unable to read or write.
For those people, "choice advisers" are probably the only way in which they can make a choice, given that they are unable to read about them for themselves. But this illiteracy is not entirely the fault of the people themselves: it is the fault of an education system that gets pupils and money regardless of results—because those pupils are forced to go to those schools, and we are forced to pay for them.
It is the abolition of choice that has created people who are incapable of choosing. But we should not screw over future generations because people like Catherine Bennett and Harriet Bradley believe that the world would be better if no one was allowed to choose at all.
In the world of Catherine Bennett and Harriet Bradley, we should penalise "the most able" so that we do not confuse the least able. These disgustingly evil harridans want to drag everybody down to the lowest common denominator so that everyone can suffer to the same extent.
Except, of course, people like Catherine Bennett and Harriet Bradley: they will be allowed to make their own choices, looking down from their taxpayer-funded ivory towers watching the slaves file past below.
These people are the scum of the Earth: god help us all if they are ever put into a position to be able to do anything about their desires. As it is, they can only whisper their poisoned words into the ears of the gullible, the stupid, the corrupt, the brutal and the would-be dictators: the only thing that Catherine Bennett and Harriet Bradley are upset about is that—unlike the previous bunch of bastards—this government does not want to listen to them.
Kurt Vonnegut wrote a short story (I forget its name) in which he finally cracked the dilemma of these leftie luvvies. All gifted people were assigned handicaps e.g. ballerinas would have a ball-and-chain clamped round their legs while the academically gifted would have personal sound systems clamped to their ears constantly blasting out disruptive musical discordances to break their concentration. Just think - we could have a complete society in which all but the politicos (and a few Grauniad/Observer friends of course) would be effectively moron level physical incompetents. We would soon be back in the Middle Ages with a few barons lording it over us all!
Seven feet tall, strong, intelligent, he had to wear so many restricting handicapping tools, weights etc . . .
Our leftish compatriots seem to be intent on dismantling the state on the orders of the [old] Soviet Union, without having noticed that said USSR is now gone these twenty years.
The fact its successor state is a kleptocracy, with mafioso links, in no way invalidates the removal of the Stalinist state.
But - yoohoo - the Stalinist state is gone, and you don't really need to continue to destroy the United Kingdom. (Also applies to various 'elected' politicians, as well as 'liberal-left' - that is the phrase, I'm sure - journos.
Ergo, a professional feminist appears to believe that women are too weak willed and incapable to thrive in a competitive environment. I suppose in a "free school" poor teachers will be immediately fired, which is admittedly bad luck for the poor teacher - but on the contrary it is most excellent for the education of the pupil. The raison d'etre of most schools.
Look, it's quite simple. Every time I go to the supermarket, I am presented with about a thousand different kinds of breakfast cereal, yet somehow, I always come home with breakfast cereal. Because, you know, I actually need to eat breakfast.
Jam, on the other hand, is strictly optional. It's entirely reasonable that a single pot of jam on a shelf should make me think "ooh, I could quite fancy some jam" whereas my response to the serried ranks would be to think "I don't need that".
Which is all fine. The supermarket is obviously interested in maximizing my jam purchase, so can make its stocking decisions accordingly. A reasonable government (whether it inclines towards a big state or a small one) has no interest in maximizing my uptake of government services. Maximizing my welfare - sure, but that's not the same thing. I government which persuades me to by jam I don't really need is failing in its duty.
It fits in with my long held belief that they are just not up to it. The NHS and the education industry are largely run by wimmin and look at the state they are in.
Is it too simple to say that why not let people have the choice of whether they want the state to choose for them?
That way the parent can easily choose which of, say up to 6, local schools they want to send their child to. If they don't want that choice, they can choose to give it up, and if they aren't happy with the 6 they can ask for more options (if they are the kind of person who really knows their jam, so wants a better choice).
That way everybody's happy - apart from Bennett and Bradley probably, who are upset that some people got what they wanted without the state choosing it.
If we make decisions like slime molds, should we expect slime molds to develop a capital structure, legal system, and put a mold on the moon?
The leftist argument remains the same - OTHER people are unreasonable and I should make their choices for them. And I'll start by stealing money, taking my cut, and passing along the crumbs to those poor unreasonable masses who are oppressed by those irrational jerks addicted to greed.
Why do I keep on seeing the grubby hand of Common Purpose in these sort of things? Are we still allowed to hang traitors?
How is it that these hypocritical lefty morons think that choice is an evil which must be eliminated from our reach, but then have private healthcare and schooling for their kids.
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