For now I fuck this up on the regular, it was once overburdened with potential and clean pencil work which could be adjusted with ease. Now it drifts toward absolute disaster, and I have to pretend it’s all some intentional improv act.
Working 9.6 hours a week is about as good as it gets. Remainder of hours spent awake are divided randomly across a few things worthy of exposing to the internet.
1. Spend much too much time learning to make a pixel platformer which now morphs into an actionRPG (it is the next tutorial in the list) and then hopefully if I can manage it, one day… a RiverCityRansom-esque brawler, in a 90’s TacoBell.
He can walk and duck and jump and I can do so with my knockoff Xbox controller, all this on Debian (stable no less) Linux is quite something. “moonpiewhatatimetobealive.jpg”
I also made the little beer can, or what aims to be a beer can, its a tribute to “Natty Lite”, as this game will be set in a vague and very humid memory of Florida, and so, yes Natty it is. That said, I have not made it to the part where you can interact with any object, so its just stuck there for now…
Doing this by copying along to HeartBeast’s tutorials, very easy to follow along with if you have any inclination toward making something with Godot.
2. Return of the Glitching Wreckage.
I made this “glitch bot”, I wanna say… last year-ish probably, and it was good-ish for about an hour, than it got real stale like. I didn’t know how to really pull in some randomness. I think I could do a better job now, and that thinking is half the effort, it will require a day or so of work, but it could be something interesting and an excuse to sharpen skills which really aren’t even worthy of the knife metaphor in use there, more like continue effort to have knife like skills, right now butter is safe against these programming efforts.
random is just better
ziploc gimmie some money
Again it will improve, and bits of it will make it out to Twitter @defty_k
3. Are you still drawing thosepictures?
– Yes. Yes, I am afraid I still am drawing “those pictures”.
Ah yes, the finest waste of time imaginable, if you think your identity is a bit lame now, and could use that air of prepackaged creative free spirit, grab your watercolors, pens and assorted mediums and become an ARTIST.
Trying to get back to this big one, the original “WIP_2020” I was so definitely going to make this year and have done on time and really for real just make a yearly pattern out of making such a piece.
Still think he is working out ok.
This mess still be grinded away at daily.
This hand was the crowning achievement of the weel.
Just fill it up with hatching.
And the new pencil work is progressing, not enough to be re-scanned, but enough for a solid lazy photo from my phone.
Sketching is better than reading the news in the morning.
Draw from life, its rough.
You cannot identify anyone I draw.
I could never be a cop sketch artist, cause fuck them snitches.
Ok now for the rest.
Scroll no longer.
But post anyways.
Mess, but one day progress.
I forget what was up here.
Same here, like whaaaa.
Again, hell if I know.
I can’t paint for shit.
And this mess behind the studio building ain’t helping. So much noise.
Past week has been pretty much just one drawing, some bits of changes on other works but mostly i just did this:
I used to draw just in pencil, I’m sure that’s kinda the norm, HB lead pencil in a classroom = drawing to escape boredom. But then I got into ink and it became a kinda default of work, a stupid expectation that everything will wind up dominated by this medium and balanced against it. But just working in pencil is so easy, I forget what a pain in the ass pen and ink is cause I have internalized its terrible pace.
when it was a work in progress
scan away scan away scan away
the transfer from the physical to the digital plane still blows my idiot mind
Besides this, not much.
Supposedly I am taking part in an open studio day, but really? I don’t foresee letting people come in to my tiny drawing box and breathe their covidian breathings all down on the place. Usually someone comes in and just asks if it’s George Washington, snickers and that wraps up the human interaction portion of the day in which I play my role as subject in a human zoo.