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Photoshop 7 and a wacom tablet
After a long, eventful day of writing (didn't quite get to Chapter 5), jogging, lettering, and coloring, I started this without a clue what the subject matter was or where I was going with it; just kinda felt like painting. I didn't feel like doing something really complex and time-consuming, but, I got carried away and about an hour and a half later, this is what came out. Kinda wonky, but whatever.
It's funny how the creation (especially lately for me) can control the creator. It made me stay up too late! ;o)
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It's like what the ancients believed: the artist is simply the medium through which the divine acts...
didn't the ancients do a lot of drugs to get in touch with the divine? hmm...
ray, I'm starting to wonder about you...
As well you should, Anna. As well you should. ;o)
Thanks, Aaron. That pretty much somes it up. My stories normally feel pretty organic and natural how they come out, but this one really does feel in charge. Maybe that means I'm progressing as a storyteller? Maybe my imagination is growing even more? Hope so.
cool! Sounds like the muse is taking hold. Man, when the story's writing itself that's a beautiful thing!
Nice painting .I appreciate your painting .
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