aoas is drastically evident, once you step out of that comic book wheelhose, even in the advanced world of digital art, it’s damned hard! but let me preface this by saying that, despite not being adored by the majority of females in my life, although having no shortage of spite, deservedly apportioned to me by them… i’m not a misogynist. i’m not this woman hater who has fantasies of hurting beautiful women, and not so beautiful women because it would be a cathartic experience for me given my existential philosophy of existence. however the female figure, especially during the victorian era when every woman who artists considered lended themselves to being recreated on canvas was held to a different standard of beauty, one way polar to the average contemporary fashionista… because the fashion industry drives the self image/ self esteem of women today unfortunately… se?.. but most of these guys either shill and try to sell their perspectives or they give away their work as unwanted gifts and expressions of affection and admiration of their reference, and i mean, if you’re going to do that, your skillset better be solid. its intimidating really. i could see myself getting into the study of the female physique, hell the human physique but when you see someone who has actually attended art school with that pen and pad, drawing all these simple shapes which become progressively more complex shapes and afterward simple detail becomes a dizzying fodder of the imagination… and undoubtedly hours of practice on display. you get intimidated, and discouraged.
back off tangent, any type of saleable art requires professional skill, you can’t blame your customers. you don’t want to be that little boy in the corner on punishment trying to stay sane… (a fear of mine,) and with the path my life has taken… justified. the female body… is beautiful, i don’t care if i sound like a pig chauvinist when i see that young supple breasts are worthy of being depicted on canvas and in sculpture and mommy boobies are not, you sacrifice your life for that little ankle biter… se? turn about is indeed fair play, especially if you don’t hurt yourself before you reach something personal trainers like to call “muscle maturity,” succinctly its where after many years of working out, and still many more… unless you get to the point where you fail to see where all of this is going, you not a professional athlete or particularly beautiful, or care to be in that position where your basically that bird in the park, concealing his bullet wound with a ridiculous head covering, working out for hours at a time with his male lovers, i mean friends. anyway you have a baby or two… teach it how to talk, get into esoteric fashion,.. buy yourself a car, hold your family down and all is well with the world.
maybe i will attempt to draw some easy female digital portraits as an exercise… trust me, i’m not going to post them on the internet like my take on x-23, look it up.
live, love, life,
sleeperhitz
