“Pffft, who needs two hands anyway? I’m using the other one to rescue kittens.”
This is a picture of a time when I was depressed, so Flairé caught me on the way down… One of my friends says “he’s very confident he can catch you, reaching up with only one hand…”
Yes, yes he is.
Kalmaeirin ballet: looks painful
I was bored or something and drew a quick sketch of Flairé with limbs that are much too long. …And that’s all I have to say.
Kate Beaton is still fabulously random. And I just found a comic about Romans. Yay!
Also a fantastic comic about vampires and the French Revolution. Bite Me. I mean, Woot.
*cue manic laughter and Leahy*
The logical next step for my new Christmas ’08 Art Pens was to draw Flairé!! I mean, combine them with my existing French-Greyscale art markers. I like these results, even if I still don’t know how to draw hands. Nice boots, I would say. And hair. His face is a little bit creepy, though. I decided I was tired of calling him Flairé all the time, so I titled this picture Kickbutt McAwsum. On second thought, that’s a silly name. I should have called it Kickbutt McAwsumpants. <3
“I can totally outfly those guys! Yeah, I can break Mach 3…”
Flairé, attempting to outfly a pair of fighter jets with his strap-on black wings. Which probably still aren’t big enough but whatever you get the point.
Wouldn’t that be fun?
Flairé: Yep. XD
It can’t be Yasashisani. That’s too cute for this picture.
So this is Flairé and Flaria, playing their crazy-shaped kalmaeirin guitars somewhere in their home which is full of archways and pillars and little benches and wierd little windows onto the next corridor over. o_O A-yup. I really like how this picture came out, especially Flaria’s dress. And the hair and faces and guitars aren’t too bad. I also like Flairé’s jacket.
Found a fan translation of a Dragon of Darkness/Sword of Light manga. I feel bad reading it on the internet, because the (very good) artist went to a lot of trouble to make it and I’m not giving anything in return, but it’s MARTH and I can’t resist. I shall need to see if I can buy it somewhere, even in its original Japanese form. I’ll just put in sticky notes with the translation or something. : D I also want the Ocarina of Time manga, for some reason. And definitely the Oracle of Ages/Seasons manga…
Finished Chapter 8 of The Tactician and the Jewel! Will start on Chapter 9 later today but the framework is so bare I will have to spend a little extra time on this one as I’m not sure what happens at all. I don’t even know if the showdown occurs this chapter or the next chapter. Maybe it should be both. Hmmm. …Ceniro rules! : D
Anything else? …Not really. Onwards!
Don’t ever let your feet stop moving, and lilt like you mean it!
This picture was inspired by the ever-popular Danzon #2 by a certain composer named Marquez. It is fantastic and should be danced to the world over. It’s so fabulous Flairé and Flaria danced to it and I tried to draw their halting, lilting, sometimes (in Flairé’s case, anyway,) twitchy dance movements or, as here, gliding, lilting, whirling, intricate dance movements. Continue reading
“Haaaaalp! I’m getting eaten by this cloak!”
Wow, I attempted perspective!
This is a picture of Flairé, my guardian and guide, walking with me through the dirty, grungy, dark-shadowed city full of unsavoury types that is the path of life. He and I didn’t come out too badly, and neither did the background… now I just have to finish the random unsavoury NPCs that are just standing around, brawling or whatever. And put a zillion times more detail on everything. And find that tilt for Flairé’s head, and then COLOUR the blamey thing. Hey, I used a ruler. That’s part of my success. : D
Thirdly, I stayed up way too late again and finished Chapter 3 of The Tactician and the Jewel. Now I have to figure out just how one of the good guys caves so quickly in just one chapter, how the boss reveals so much about his boss, what the king thinks about all of this, what point Ocery has in intimidating someone who is trying to hang out of the story, and how to give Andy and Frank a nice big minor part.
My mouth is crooked and you can see my scalp. What have you done to me?
This is, as it says and appears, a practice sketch of Flairé. I was trying to get a rather tricky angle. His chin is (supposed to be) raised proudly, just so you can see the bottom of it, and his head is (also supposed to be) tilted just enough to give him that air of nonchalance and complete coolness. Coolness as in control of the situation, not awesomeness, which he has anyway. In all of them I either tilted too much or not enough. His mouth is way over on the side because that was part of the head-tilt. Also practiced cloak folds, which is what all those curvy lines are. You’ll see what it’s a practice sketch for when tomorrow comes, with another practice sketch. I never drew the final picture. Maybe I should try that one of these years. But I want to draw Ceniro pictures first. That’s my goal for today, along with piano and organ practice. And beating Rigwald and playing a siege game with my brother. And listening to all of Jon’s salsa music. I can’t wait to find out which one is the Princessa song.
I watched 2001: A Space Oggiby last night. Dad says that most or all of the ape actors made their only movie appearance ever in the ape scene. I rather prefer the book version of how Dave Bowman manages to survive and turn off HAL, and I definitely prefer the book version of the Star-gate thingy, but the very very end is waaaaay better. He doesn’t blow anything up! I wrote a poem about it. I’ll post that tomorrow because I didn’t actually get around to writing it down. Man, Ligeti is creepy. They used three pieces in the movie to great effect. And I love the space-craft models! They’re so cool! Although a bit… 60’s, wasn’t it? Y’know, the best scene in the hulle muvie is the part where the space shuttle is docking with the double ring space station. It’s gorgeous, it’s perfect, it’s the best space scene in movie history, and the Danube waltz soundtracking it somehow gives it a romance, a lilt, a dance-like feeling itself. I love it.
Guess who!
This picture makes me go SQUEE!! everytime I see it. Can you guess why? Kalmaeirin children ftw!! It’s Zela and Flaer, and Flairé is the toddler on the right, and Flaria is the baby in arms. So cute! Especially Flairé! And Zela is beautiful and serene, yet recognizable as Zela. That makes me very proud.
I love this picture. It is my darling. (picks up ten-year-old Flairé and squeezes him)
Flairé: That’s a very nice doll you have there…
“Don’t worry, Lashyoillinia! We’re here to save you from the evil blue bug aliens!” “Uhhhh, thanks!”
Soooo…. this one needs a whack of explanation. Actually it doesn’t, never mind. I had a weird dream, a weird weird dream, and the end of it was mixed up Independence Day and Star Fox for GC. I was running around an increasingly ruined city full of skyscrapers and green hills, trying to dodge blue diamond insectoid aliens shooting at me. With what, I forget, which I regret because it was kind of cool. I also regret that I can’t remember if I was shooting back or not.
Anyway, when I was getting kind of outnumbered, Flairé and Flaria showed up and pulled me under cover, and then we sat just about like this for a few seconds. It was nice. I forgot my glasses again. But Flaria was wearing a tunic, not her usual gown. I’m still not happy with this picture. Flairé’s upper half is okay, and bits of us other two, but on the whole it’s not right anatomically and it doesn’t look like us. How dissatisfying.