Alright goddamnit. Settle down you heathens. I know it might be hard to believe, but I've got other things to do besides trying to entertain you fuckers. Let's see... I have to drink a lot and I... uh, I totally spend the rest of my time getting laid by super-hot library vixens!
Well, half of that statement is true.
There have been recent comments made making it clear that people are dissatisfied with my my current timeline for content output here at This Is Some Life You've Got. Apparently, I haven't been posting with enough frequency to satiate my legions of readers and the outcry of disappointment has been deafening.
Normally, this would be the point where I would be waving my arms around wildly and saying something loudly about how maybe you should shut the fuck up until you are the one working on a fairly time consuming painting while trying to tend to all the other responsibilities that any other functioning adult has to deal with like commuting an hour to a shitty day job five days a week and drinking myself to sleep every night.
Also, I would probably mention how you should cram it until you have even tried to make up content that doesn't embarrass you on a regular basis for a blog that you put on the Internet for every jackass on earth to read and comment on if they wish.
AND speaking of that, I might mention of how almost NONE of you can be bothered to even write a SIMPLE FUCKING COMMENT unless it is to say that I should FUCKING WRITE MORE!
This is not going to be the case this time! I'm don't want it to sound like I'm complaining about the comments that were made, Enlightened Andrew is actually really glad to hear that some one besides me cares at all about this thing. His tiny heart is warmed.
When I created this blog, it was not supposed to be work. I was supposed to be able do my stupid little drawings and write snarky comments about things and have some fun. As it turns out, I found that while most of the time I really enjoyed the posts, some of the time it was incredibly frustrating and time consuming. It was work. It was time spent writing that I could've spent painting. I know it seems ridiculous, but I'm trying to make something I can be proud of and some posts take five or six or ten hours to do with all the photos and stick-figures and Photoshop and figuring out what to write about and the deciding the best way to say it and the constant re-reading and editing and re-writing and, of course, all the run-on sentences. Those sentences don't just go on and on forever on their own you know, some one has to spend time making that happen. So I just stopped for a while because it wasn't fun anymore.
Luckily, while I was busy not updating my blog, I was busy painting like a motherfucker.
I finally started on the coat and was very happy with how things began. Frankly, I did a bang-up job on the outer white portion. I managed to give the material a thickness and a softness that I was hoping for and the looseness (for me at least) of the paint application gave it a kind of fuzzy feeling. Later as the painting nears completion, I'll go back and give the white part of the coat another layer of fuzziness to hopefully enhance the effect. Well done, young man.
The inner pink lining did not work out as well. I always have trouble with the pink parts.
I had designed the folds of the fabric to help give the illusion that her hip was sinking into the couch cushion. It did this, but unfortunately the shape of the folds gave our girl a misshapen figure and that was majorly uncool so I re-shot the coat photo reference and reshaped everything in that area the next day.
A much more graceful, streamlined shape (and a nipple for a portion of the time!) was what resulted from my second attempt at the lining. I used the directional lines from the folds in the fabric to show the point of contact for the hip and increase the sense of grounding the figure on the couch. As her ribcage reclined partially up the back of the couch I used less directional folds to indicate less pressure from her body.
I confess, I was sporting a bit of a chubby as I finished the shadows and highlights on the wavy fabric because all the bunching and folding of the coat fabric was going to really help emphasize the smoothness of her figure.
I had happily spent most of both days of my weekend painting the coat and I couldn't wait for the next day of painting. Too bad I have a real job that I have to go to so I can pay my bills and it would be five more days before I picked up a brush to paint again. It's no wonder it seems like it takes me forever to get anything done.
By the way, I spent almost five hours of one of my days off writing this post instead of painting.