I redrew this illustration off of an old pencil sketch, redrew it with a digital pencil, and finally painted it. I loved it in its black and white form so much that I didn't want to paint it, but I'm happy with how it turned out.
Thanks everyone! B seems to be the clear winner. I suppose the white outline worked well with my inktobers because it was just the character and not a full illustration. @TessaW and @Adrian-K here is a version with just the splatters.
@miriam Thank you for the well wishes and all the fantastic feedback! I really appreciate it! I can see what you mean, some of it is hard to read at a glance. This is certainly something I will be working on in the next year- making things more readable.
@nyrrylcadiz Thanks for saying so. And you're right! It's definitely about my interests. I'm learning that over the last year, I've been forcing myself to render in a way that I didn't like as much; all for the sake of "practice". While habitual study is good, I realize I shouldn't pressure myself too much and go with what motivates me the most. Graphic coloring is definitely something that appeals to me, so I'm going to incorporate that more in my future works.
@demotlj you can print it on white paper as well... but one thing I have learned it there are 100s of white papers! If you decide to stick with white I would suggest you put this piece on some paper with a nice texture. Not a smooth copier paper. It will make a big difference in the finished appearance.
@chrisaakins It would match better if you did it traditionally but, you did a great beginners job on the digital! I haven't done much with digital yet. I have a tablet and clipstudio pro....I guess I am just an overwhelmed chicken when it comes to working digitally.
@nessillustration said in Experimenting with Software:
n! His brushes are amazing, I work with his gouache set a lot but he also has watercolor, oil, ink, pencil, charcoal, pastel, etc. My favorite brushes of his are Fountania, Pastella and Rough Dry Fun, I use those everyday
Ohhhh. I'll see if I can get those. I don't have the subscription right now. Just using an ancient copy.
I like D the best, because I think the backlighting of Eli makes him seem like the star he thinks he is. It shows his shape well, including the microphone, which communicates the story. At first I thought B because it has those advantages too, but I like how a little bit of light hits the sister's face in D.
Thanks a lot @NessIllustration and @Aaron-Pierce ! That is all really helpful!
I think I often forget completely about color value in the overarching composition when I work with color. I've never really liked the "flat" look of many of my drawings, and maybe the extreme shading on specific objects is an attempt to work around that. But I see what you mean that it can actually have an opposite effect, while also contradicting the lineart.
I'll have to think about good ways to start improving on these things. Thanks again!
@thousandwrecks This is looking great! It's so fun to see it from the original sketches and line drawings to the finished (near finished?) piece.
One tiny thing that jumped out at me is the clouds in the background, they feel a bit like they're being distorted by a fisheye lens in the way that they angle down along the right edge. I'm not sure if you were trying to use it as a compositional element, it just looks a little unnatural. It's really nitpicky, but that's the thing that jumps out the most.
@swordofodin Nice! I think you could do more contrast with background but not sure you need too. In the final pose something feels off with how his torso and legs attach. The legs are leaning forward but the torso looks straight up and down.
Like the color scheme and the dynamism (is that a real word) and the rimlight on the spear to pull it forward.
But mostly Copic Marker practice, I wish I started investing in these earlier! I only have a few colors so far but am slowing buying more as I go on. Got some more for myself this holiday season as well as some acrylic paints and small canvases to practice some traditional painting!
What have you got for yourself this holiday?
A little Christmas ghost story (a retelling) I have written, along with appropriately styled artwork :D.
I’ve not posted here for about a year because I’ve been flat out (3 books illustrated this year! Thanks to svs for moving my art to a level for me to get that many gigs!) but I’ve paused long enough.
I’ve been asked to illustrate a story which would work great with a kind of Victorian linework style, so I thought I’d give it a go. And another story which needs a rabbit. And this next year I’m going to start writing my own stories again. Put it all together (plus being reminded of this rather old yarn) and you get this.
It’s IS long....but I hope you enjoy it (and yes I am a minister as referenced below, thiugh for the incident in question pure fictional)
There was a rabbit; one day, shortly before the hour of midday, he walked into an inn which was in an isolated part of our county with no other abode near at hand. He had travelled some distance and, being somewhat hungry and desperate of thirst, the rabbit ordered a cheese toastie (common pub fare you’ll agree) along with a pint of the landlord’s finest.
He munched and quaffed the provisions with equal gusto sat at table in a polite manner, until not a scrap was left or a drop residing. Yet still he felt empty. And so went back to the bar and, having pushed past the lunchtime rush which had begun since his first arrival, ordered another toastie and more beer. This time, for the purposes of accuracy and completeness in telling of the tale, the toastie was tomato.
Downed rapidly with equal enthusiasm as was with the earlier meal, our hero STILL was unfulfilled. And he decided that just one more round of both would do the trick. So he made his way back to the bar. It being even more busy in the establishment (many people obviously travelling that day) he had his paw trodden on several times and simply to be heard over the hubbub he had to perilously climb upon the top of the bar itself by means of a stool and scream at the top of his voice, “Bein’ that I am a rabbit, and a hungry one at that ‘cos of the rumblin’ in ma belly, may I please be orderin’ a pint of ‘golden sprocket’ and a ham toastie, Landlord?!” Golden Sprocket being the best in the house.
You will note that the rabbit was not so well educated as to pronounce his ‘g’ at the end of certain words. And as for ‘ma’ as opposed to ‘my’, any literate person would have to contain their distaste for want of inclusion, rather than go to lengths to correct the error. Or it may have been simply that he was already a little light headed from the two beers he had already finished. He was not a large rabbit and even a small amount would make his head a little fuzzy.
A grim silence at once descended upon the bar as every eye turned toward the bunny, which, with as much grace and head-held-high that he could muster, though feeling slightly embarrassed at his own outburst, climbed down and once more took his seat.
The normal murmuring returned to the establishment, with the occasional glance in rabbit’s direction, and soon another feast was set before him. Which he devoured as he had done twice before.
But alas! No sooner had the last morsel past his lips and hit his stomach, than his visage froze and he fell, stone dead, face-planting into his beer glass! A sad day I am sure you will agree!
At that time I had the cure of parish and soul for the area, and as the local minister I was called upon to conduct the funeral, and many people from that day turned up to mourn the rabbit’s passing. I encouraged others to share their fondest memories as is usual on such occasions, and a number of people kindly rose to share their thoughts of the rabbit, his fondness for various forms of toasted bread product, and how well he could hold his beer. Quiet tears were shed as the coffin was lowered, and a great solemnity was experienced by all as we left the side of the grave. But this is not the end of the story.
Some time later in the year, when the weather had turned rather unpleasantly to that grey dreariness of damp during the day and torrential rain at night, I was told of a frightening and almost unbelievable conclusion....
The darkest of storms had rolled in from the west, with lightning and thunder on top of each other. Such was the heaviness of accompanying precipitation that it prevented even a young man from seeing clearly more than a half a dozen feet in front of him. It seemed a supernatural storm at that, for it insisted in not moving on but rumbled and flashed and deluged for hour upon hour in the same manner in that one place above a certain establishment where both ale and eating could be obtained in equal measure - a portent of what was to come, no doubt.
And so it was that the landlord of the inn where our tale has been based was clearing up at midnight. It had been a poor night of takings since no one was venturing out for fear of life and limb, when there was a knock on the door. “Who could it be at this time of night?” He thought to himself. He went to the door and enquired without. But all that he received by way of reply was another knock, this time more slow and ominous than the first.
“Perhaps a desperate traveller is on the road and is at his end!” Mused the landlord. He was a charitable man first and an entrepreneur second, and he could not imagine leaving anyone to their doom on such an evening! Though he was not one to pass up the opportunity to make a little more coin. So quickly he unbolted the door he had already locked with 5 smoke bolts of the finest iron, and swung it back. But oh what horrors awaited him, such that he stumbled rearward in terror!
There, lit by the timely flash of lightning and dramatised by an accompanying crack of thunder as the sky split, was the ghastly form of the dead rabbit! Which now stepped (or was it floated?) through the doorway and into the room. A deathly chill fell upon the barman. It is said that a visible frost appeared on the glassware and crackled across the windows in that moment, such was the cold that descended.
He feared for his life, that poor man! Had the rabbit come for revenge? Did the rabbit know that the beer he had been given was not in fact his finest ‘golden sprocket’ but actually a far more inferior beverage he reserved for travellers’ dogs, yet charged twice that of his best? (After all, he had reasoned at the time of his and the rabbit’s first meeting, how could a rabbit know what good beer tasted like, nor have an awareness of the economics of finance?). With a shaking voice the wretched man asked, “Why have you come for me Spirit....no...tell me first.... how did you die?” He thought at least if he knew that, then he would more clearly be aware if he should be fearful of this revengeful apparition or not!
There was a long and terrible pause, and then the rabbit opened is mouth. A more horrible sound had not been heard in that room before nor since. In fact to this day travellers on the road of this county will say that that hellish sound can be heard in the rumble of the worst weather and they will hurry home for want of wishing to evade such an encounter as the landlord had that night.
“I died....” slurred the rabbit....
“From mixin’ ma toasties.....”