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My schedule is insane, and will remain so until October 8th, but in the odd moment here and there I've played with the sketch I posted here, and I cajoled a very tired Erik into posing for reference last night (hooray for pliable significant others), so...
The female figure has a face!
I figured out where the guy's legs go!
Now I have some problems.
1. when I fixed the anatomical impossibilities on the guy, it raised his right shoulder (your left!) up until it 'crashed' with her chin. In this image I moved it so her chin was over his shoulder, but it doesn't work without redrawing her head and changes the feel.
Maybe his arm is too big for the rest of him, slightly, and if I fix that he'd move away from her chin. Possibilities.
2. The dude might also be a bit too small (she should be a tad shorter, but very close in height). I had to sit on a pillow to pose Erik. If we sat like this I'd look like Kilroy.
3. I'm ridiculously pleased with the gesture (non-art translator: feeling of weight and motion in the figure) of the woman. Covering up dem hips after I finally figured out how they look is annoying. I can always take the guy out (yay layers), but since the entire unplanned sketch started out as a place to design the character's chest tattoos it IS a bit silly. Also: What the heck she'd be doing with her arm, I don't know. Bro-elbow bump to the nonexistent person behind her?
4. The pen-and-tablet are at work, and I was having fun. POUT.
In other arts news:
I'm involved in a little Quebcois demo gig at the FiddleFest (we're the Quebequackers and we start at 8:30), which is the best part of fall artswalk. (Sorry, Erik, I know you're playing that night too, but my gig is more fun). We just had the second rehearsal, and It was great, though if my old orchestra teacher knew that *I* was the go-to person for upper position work in this bunch, he'd be spinning in his grave. And he's not dead.
Pinniped is playing a very tiny gig as the opener for the Shelton Timberland Library grand-opening tomorrow, which is made a tad more intense since we're all going to Oregon at various shades of early the next morning (visiting my grandparents).
In totally non-arts news...
I have a pile of SHIT!
For reals. Great Western Supply refused to sell me compost -- apparently someone's cornered the compost supply for their construction project? -- and so with Nancy-from-work's help I picked up a yard of dark bark/manure mix for the yarden instead. Nancy-from-work is also Nancy-plays-freaking-polo, so her truck is built to haul ass. Now I have a steaming dark pile in my front yard. It makes me happy, though not as happy as the organic compost would have.
The female figure has a face!
I figured out where the guy's legs go!
Now I have some problems.
1. when I fixed the anatomical impossibilities on the guy, it raised his right shoulder (your left!) up until it 'crashed' with her chin. In this image I moved it so her chin was over his shoulder, but it doesn't work without redrawing her head and changes the feel.
Maybe his arm is too big for the rest of him, slightly, and if I fix that he'd move away from her chin. Possibilities.
2. The dude might also be a bit too small (she should be a tad shorter, but very close in height). I had to sit on a pillow to pose Erik. If we sat like this I'd look like Kilroy.
3. I'm ridiculously pleased with the gesture (non-art translator: feeling of weight and motion in the figure) of the woman. Covering up dem hips after I finally figured out how they look is annoying. I can always take the guy out (yay layers), but since the entire unplanned sketch started out as a place to design the character's chest tattoos it IS a bit silly. Also: What the heck she'd be doing with her arm, I don't know. Bro-elbow bump to the nonexistent person behind her?
4. The pen-and-tablet are at work, and I was having fun. POUT.
In other arts news:
I'm involved in a little Quebcois demo gig at the FiddleFest (we're the Quebequackers and we start at 8:30), which is the best part of fall artswalk. (Sorry, Erik, I know you're playing that night too, but my gig is more fun). We just had the second rehearsal, and It was great, though if my old orchestra teacher knew that *I* was the go-to person for upper position work in this bunch, he'd be spinning in his grave. And he's not dead.
Pinniped is playing a very tiny gig as the opener for the Shelton Timberland Library grand-opening tomorrow, which is made a tad more intense since we're all going to Oregon at various shades of early the next morning (visiting my grandparents).
In totally non-arts news...
I have a pile of SHIT!
For reals. Great Western Supply refused to sell me compost -- apparently someone's cornered the compost supply for their construction project? -- and so with Nancy-from-work's help I picked up a yard of dark bark/manure mix for the yarden instead. Nancy-from-work is also Nancy-plays-freaking-polo, so her truck is built to haul ass. Now I have a steaming dark pile in my front yard. It makes me happy, though not as happy as the organic compost would have.
