My real name is not what it says on the government documents.
My real name is what the villagers refuse to say out loud because they're afraid it will summon me.
I'm running out of time this morning for art, so this bust may be the only bit of the ref sheet that's completely finished before work today. Still got the white feathers on four other illustrations to go.
What if you could reversibly transform into one thing, but every time you went back, you retained more and more of what you transformed into?
Like, I need to be a human for work and art and stuff, but it's getting harder to hide that I'm a dragon.
Clearly the only way to fight AI is to make pictures that are somehow undesirable to be copied and used to train the models.
I propose several layers of jpeg compression.
And here's my favorite sketch of Yoshi I've done, plus a more finished digital painting where I was trying a style with brighter values than I normally use.
Oh no.
Having the thoughts after having sent a message of "What if the response I get is bad and I'm awful and unwanted."
Which is a weird thing to worry about with a professional transaction.
A quickly arranged fan-favorite track from Final Fantasy 7 on a four-string bass.
I have barely practiced this piece, so it's really rough around the edges.
Anyway, here's Wonderwall. I mean, uh, Cosmo Canyon.
Rawr!
That’s dragon for “Sometimes I need to be petted and told that everything is going to be okay, and I’m valued and worthwhile.”
Rawr can mean a lot of things.
It bothers me when ads and shows and modern renditions of Beethoven's 9th Symphony just have the choir singing "aah aah aah aah."
I wanna hear "Freude schoener Goetterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium."
Or however it's spelled.
I'm inclined to say something flew by my head when I was outside with the dog, tonight. I didn't see anything, but I heard and felt the pressure change on my right side.