At 6/10/24 09:03 PM, Dolorious wrote:Gentlemen, I love art.
Gentlemen... I love art.
Gentlemen, I... SO LOVE ART.

I love painting.
I love bucket filling.
I love line art.
I love sketching.

I love blueprinting.
I love grayscale.
I love sculpting.
I love rotoscoping.
I love erasing.

On the canvas, in the layers, in the line art. On the color, in the shading. On the gradient, in the filter, in the blueprint, in the rough sketch.
I cherish each and every way art can be made on this earth.

I love the moving pictures in all frames arrayed at the animation timeline starting at once, as it plays away the frames line. My heart dances when the splashes of colored paint are splattered onto the paper in splotches from a direct stroke.
I love it when a alpha layer shades a layer below with its brush. It left a warm feeling in my chest when the canvas line art would pop beautifully from the warm colors, only to be darkened by cold air brush.
I love it when the bucket tool overfills the layers line art, grayscales first. It moves me when I remember the sight of a new brush waiting to be used, painting an empty canvas over and over.

I can hardly contain myself, thinking of sketching random doodles from imagination. And it is superb when the chalk scrapes on chalkboards... with the shriek dragging from one side I hold as I scrape it down to the other.
I even remember distinctly the hammer and chisel from the box pulverizing whole blocks of stone. Where the hard resistant chipped away against the chisel with it's rough and hard surface.
I love the paint colors blending into disorder. It is very very sad thing when the alpha layers should have protected to the line arts edge are overrun and the canvas and layers are filled and ruined.
I love the clay and mud being crushed and molded. Their soft surface on the table like playdough, squished by these hands, is the height of pottery.

Gentlemen. I wish to see art worthy of one in the crab bucket itself.
Gentlemen, my array of artists who follow me... Pray tell, what do you wish for?
Do you wish for a art as a matter of course?
Do you wish for a rough, sketchy art?
Do you wish for an art which runs the strokes of pencil lead and splattering paint, filling every canvas in the entire world?

Very well. Then let it be Krita.

All our colors is held in a clenched toolbox, poised to stroke. But for we who have continued to endure a whole half a century in the depths of these empty layers... A simple art is NO LONGER ENOUGH!!
A GREAT ART!! ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION!!
We are merely one brush set, no more than ten layers remain. But I believe that you are all matchless hardened and softened brushes. So gentlemen, together we are a brush as colorful as a million different colors.

Let us paint those empty canvases that drove us into the realm of art block. Let us paint by their surface, drag the brush down, fill their spaces, and make them beautiful.
We shall make them beautiful and stand out. We shall make them stylized in our own renewed vision.
We shall sketch them something in the interval between layer and layer they don't even recall with their construction lines does indeed exist.

At 6/10/24 09:41 PM, colorsCrimsonTears wrote:

At 6/10/24 09:03 PM, Dolorious wrote:Gentlemen, I love art.
Gentlemen... I love art.
Gentlemen, I... SO LOVE ART.

I love painting.
I love bucket filling.
I love line art.
I love sketching.

I love blueprinting.
I love grayscale.
I love sculpting.
I love rotoscoping.
I love erasing.

On the canvas, in the layers, in the line art. On the color, in the shading. On the gradient, in the filter, in the blueprint, in the rough sketch.
I cherish each and every way art can be made on this earth.

I love the moving pictures in all frames arrayed at the animation timeline starting at once, as it plays away the frames line. My heart dances when the splashes of colored paint are splattered onto the paper in splotches from a direct stroke.
I love it when a alpha layer shades a layer below with its brush. It left a warm feeling in my chest when the canvas line art would pop beautifully from the warm colors, only to be darkened by cold air brush.
I love it when the bucket tool overfills the layers line art, grayscales first. It moves me when I remember the sight of a new brush waiting to be used, painting an empty canvas over and over.

I can hardly contain myself, thinking of sketching random doodles from imagination. And it is superb when the chalk scrapes on chalkboards... with the shriek dragging from one side I hold as I scrape it down to the other.
I even remember distinctly the hammer and chisel from the box pulverizing whole blocks of stone. Where the hard resistant chipped away against the chisel with it's rough and hard surface.
I love the paint colors blending into disorder. It is very very sad thing when the alpha layers should have protected to the line arts edge are overrun and the canvas and layers are filled and ruined.
I love the clay and mud being crushed and molded. Their soft surface on the table like playdough, squished by these hands, is the height of pottery.

Gentlemen. I wish to see art worthy of one in the crab bucket itself.
Gentlemen, my array of artists who follow me... Pray tell, what do you wish for?
Do you wish for a art as a matter of course?
Do you wish for a rough, sketchy art?
Do you wish for an art which runs the strokes of pencil lead and splattering paint, filling every canvas in the entire world?

Very well. Then let it be Krita.

All our colors is held in a clenched toolbox, poised to stroke. But for we who have continued to endure a whole half a century in the depths of these empty layers... A simple art is NO LONGER ENOUGH!!
A GREAT ART!! ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION!!
We are merely one brush set, no more than ten layers remain. But I believe that you are all matchless hardened and softened brushes. So gentlemen, together we are a brush as colorful as a million different colors.

Let us paint those empty canvases that drove us into the realm of art block. Let us paint by their surface, drag the brush down, fill their spaces, and make them beautiful.
We shall make them beautiful and stand out. We shall make them stylized in our own renewed vision.
We shall sketch them something in the interval between layer and layer they don't even recall with their construction lines does indeed exist.

Never knew you were a poet

At 6/10/24 09:50 PM, Dolorious wrote:

At 6/10/24 09:41 PM, colorsCrimsonTears wrote:

At 6/10/24 09:03 PM, Dolorious wrote:Gentlemen, I love art.
Gentlemen... I love art.
Gentlemen, I... SO LOVE ART.

I love painting.
I love bucket filling.
I love line art.
I love sketching.

I love blueprinting.
I love grayscale.
I love sculpting.
I love rotoscoping.
I love erasing.

On the canvas, in the layers, in the line art. On the color, in the shading. On the gradient, in the filter, in the blueprint, in the rough sketch.
I cherish each and every way art can be made on this earth.

I love the moving pictures in all frames arrayed at the animation timeline starting at once, as it plays away the frames line. My heart dances when the splashes of colored paint are splattered onto the paper in splotches from a direct stroke.
I love it when a alpha layer shades a layer below with its brush. It left a warm feeling in my chest when the canvas line art would pop beautifully from the warm colors, only to be darkened by cold air brush.
I love it when the bucket tool overfills the layers line art, grayscales first. It moves me when I remember the sight of a new brush waiting to be used, painting an empty canvas over and over.

I can hardly contain myself, thinking of sketching random doodles from imagination. And it is superb when the chalk scrapes on chalkboards... with the shriek dragging from one side I hold as I scrape it down to the other.
I even remember distinctly the hammer and chisel from the box pulverizing whole blocks of stone. Where the hard resistant chipped away against the chisel with it's rough and hard surface.
I love the paint colors blending into disorder. It is very very sad thing when the alpha layers should have protected to the line arts edge are overrun and the canvas and layers are filled and ruined.
I love the clay and mud being crushed and molded. Their soft surface on the table like playdough, squished by these hands, is the height of pottery.

Gentlemen. I wish to see art worthy of one in the crab bucket itself.
Gentlemen, my array of artists who follow me... Pray tell, what do you wish for?
Do you wish for a art as a matter of course?
Do you wish for a rough, sketchy art?
Do you wish for an art which runs the strokes of pencil lead and splattering paint, filling every canvas in the entire world?

Very well. Then let it be Krita.

All our colors is held in a clenched toolbox, poised to stroke. But for we who have continued to endure a whole half a century in the depths of these empty layers... A simple art is NO LONGER ENOUGH!!
A GREAT ART!! ONE BORN OF OUR SINGLE-HEARTED DEVOTION!!
We are merely one brush set, no more than ten layers remain. But I believe that you are all matchless hardened and softened brushes. So gentlemen, together we are a brush as colorful as a million different colors.

Let us paint those empty canvases that drove us into the realm of art block. Let us paint by their surface, drag the brush down, fill their spaces, and make them beautiful.
We shall make them beautiful and stand out. We shall make them stylized in our own renewed vision.
We shall sketch them something in the interval between layer and layer they don't even recall with their construction lines does indeed exist.

Never knew you were a poet

It's just a copypasta of the Major's speech from Hellsing Ultimate I decided to make for a laugh.

At 6/19/24 11:49 AM, switzrr wrote:

At 6/19/24 01:07 AM, Binkx4044 wrote:Sorry I haven’t been active lately :(
do y’all still use your 3ds? *if u have one :/

Before the eShop went down I bought a ton of N64 and GBA games on the Wii U and GBC games on the 3DS. So lately I've been using my 3DS to play The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages and Pokémon Yellow Version

At 6/20/24 10:04 PM, Dr-Freebase wrote:

At 6/19/24 11:49 AM, switzrr wrote:

At 6/19/24 01:07 AM, Binkx4044 wrote:Sorry I haven’t been active lately :(
do y’all still use your 3ds? *if u have one :/

Before the eShop went down I bought a ton of N64 and GBA games on the Wii U and GBC games on the 3DS. So lately I've been using my 3DS to play The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages and Pokémon Yellow Version

Softmod it

At 6/20/24 10:04 PM, Dr-Freebase wrote:

At 6/19/24 11:49 AM, switzrr wrote:

At 6/19/24 01:07 AM, Binkx4044 wrote:Sorry I haven’t been active lately :(
do y’all still use your 3ds? *if u have one :/

Before the eShop went down I bought a ton of N64 and GBA games on the Wii U and GBC games on the 3DS. So lately I've been using my 3DS to play The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages and Pokémon Yellow Version

Softmod it

At 6/10/24 07:14 PM, WickerBasket9 wrote:

At 5/31/24 04:14 PM, Binkx4044 wrote:Hey y’all, what you doing currently?

Not much else other than browsing Reddit and probably with either a) fire up Roblox to go dick around in some Roblox game or b) fire up GIMP and watch my computer suffer in pain. Art wise, it's usually B with GIMP running and making my page file run up the creek.

At 6/24/24 01:10 PM, xeiavica wrote:

At 6/10/24 07:14 PM, WickerBasket9 wrote:

At 5/31/24 04:14 PM, Binkx4044 wrote:Hey y’all, what you doing currently?

Not much else other than browsing Reddit and probably with either a) fire up Roblox to go dick around in some Roblox game or b) fire up GIMP and watch my computer suffer in pain. Art wise, it's usually B with GIMP running and making my page file run up the creek.

GIMP is okay I guess, I might start using it more when 3.0 comes out soon. So many QOL improvements among many other things, because stuff like very ridged zoom in/out and completely inferior blending modes compared to krita and stuff like that. And I really wish I learned this earlier, but I need to slow down when drawing (outside of timed gesture drawings) because this isn't a race and I need to give my brain a few seconds to think about what I should do next.