because of what happened with my artwork yesterday. And I’m not mad at the person who posted it to their instagram, they explained themselves and I understand they weren’t attempting to take credit. However, what pisses me off is my art on someone else’s instagram got hundreds of notes and people asking for prints.
How the fuck do I get that kind of interest? No one fucking notices my art when I post it.
The Clown Prince of Crime.
Aaaaand we’re done with this one. Really wish I had some fixative though, it’s smudging all over the place -____-
I’m going to say each face took about 3-4 hours, done in HB, H and 6H graphic pencils, with reference images from Greg Capullo’s artwork on The New 52’s Death of the Family story arc.
Shamelessly reblogging myself because I’ve never been so proud or happy with my own artwork before.
I’m not even done with this.
Something I startd at 2:30 in the morning, inspired by superpuppet.tumblr.com
Work in progress.
I understand that my artwork looks impressive. Because of this people don’t seem to understand what I mean when I say things like ‘I can’t draw.’ Obviously I can fucking draw. I don’t really mean it like that. What I mean is I have a very, very hard time drawing things from my imagination, so hard that it actually frustrates me to the point where I won’t draw for months. Everything I’ve drawn recently I’ve had a visual representation for. Almost everything I have hanging up or in my portfolio I had something to look at, whether it were a photograph that I reproduced or several photographs that I used as a basis for one picture. But if you just give me characteristics for a drawing, I can’t do it. Sometimes I’ll get close, but it will never look quite right.
That’s my love/hate relationship with art.