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I have added the character! They’re the last bit to go in. You may note that they do not match anything else stylistically. That’s fine, we’ll fix it in post.
More over painting. The thing here is not to obsess over detail, because the final processing tool is gonna do all kinds of weird shit to it anyway. So I rough out shapes, sort of clumsily delineate where dark and light is gonna be, but fast and sloppy is the watchword.
Fortunately, this is why the Good Lord gave us the Hue-Saturation-Brightness slider. I am thinking this particular dream wants to be pink.
No, pinker than that. I want salmon-lodged-in-a-uterus-at-a-Mary-Kay-convention pink.
I pick the one I like, spring for the luxurious full-size download (mmm...so many pixels...) and take it to Procreate. It’s on a layer under the door, so I erase the chunks of door I don’t like.
Then I go get a snack.
Okay! So page ten of the comic, our masked hero has arrived on the other side of the door. First, I need the door. So I kicked WOMBO a few dozen times until it spat out something that looked vaguely like my mental image of the Gate of Horn.
The computer choked on trying to lineart waterfalls. I did a lot of retouching on this page.
I have two off the top of my head. I keep wanting to draw freaky fetal fauns, but they’re, uh, not terribly popular. And Great Plushthanga deserved his own damn religion. https://t.co/PiFwZJKnMt
@LoveFor2Wheels @the_lazyknight @WyrdhavenArts @Spkr2Managers @fadeaccompli @Alien8n @fidelioscabinet @spladayum @SilvercatTyger @emccoy_writer @DantesSpirit @ftmshepard How many fingers am I holding up?
Murray would eventually hit rock bottom when he duct-taped iceberg lettuce to his back to convince a girl he liked that he was secretly a Dimetrodon.
My mom sent me a box of peppermint bark and told me to share with the quarantine pod...but I am 43 and live 2000 miles away, SO SHE CAN’T MAKE ME