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Such a fantastic resource!!
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So 0033/Red Ink Teacher has been updating with some more great sheets of hands and feet.
These are amazing to study from since he breaks down the forms pretty well and I guarantee after doing a few studies of their feet or hands you pick up really quick on how to break them down yourself to suit your needs. When all I owe is cleared away definitely want to do a long series of studies of his after I acquire some paintbrushes and ink from here.
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Some hobo character designs from my current project, which have since been rejected/revised…. but hey, I like ‘em.
So yeah, I’m doing a story for the Thrilling Adventure Hour book. (Ignore the kickstarter stuff, it’s already funded).
DOWN IN MOONSHINE HOLLER: A hobo fairytale. During the Great Depression, a millionaire’s son fell in love with a woman he thought was his societal equal. In truth, she was the Hobo Princess. She fled, leaving behind only a fingerless glove. Now, under the assumed identity of Banjo Bindlestuff, the millionaire’s son rides the rails with his hobo-mentor Gummy, in search of his one true love he believes will be found in the possibly make-believe hobo-paradise: Moonshine Holler.
This happens all the time. Every car horn, every whistle, every cat call and lewd exclamation, strengthens the lesson I’ve been taught over and over and over again throughout my entire life: as a lady, my body is on public display and open for judgment—from anyone.
Most men who will see this are decent, rational guys who will sympathize with my feelings. A small, vocal handful of dudes will send me private messages about how women like me can’t “take a fucking compliment.” This is not for either of you. This is for the guys who don’t know yet that attracting unwanted attention doesn’t make women feel good, no matter how nice their intentions are. I can’t speak for everyone, but I can say that I personally get embarrassed, often scared, and always—ALWAYS—ashamed, in some way, in how I look.
So… now that you know, cut it out. Tell all the girls how nice they are and how amazing they are at their jobs instead.
A thousand times this. I have two daughters, and I’ve come to the realization that one of the few things I can contribute to their lives is 1) to have them contemplate NOT having a career in the arts and 2) to help grant them magnificent, sun-eclipsing self esteem. Simply because of the world we live in.
Haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Sara yet, but she’s kinda amazing. Follow her if you don’t already.
