Fairawen
Ow. Ow ow ow OW.
I'm no great artist. But, some months ago, I was inspired by Chronata's Minute Deck, and decided to try my hand at a few cards. No harm in trying, right?
I started out with Death. Always wanted to try drawing a Death card that suits *my* image... it was a graveyard in the backroung, with a dark, hooded and cloaked figure in the foreground. You couldn't see his face, but his sharp, poingaint eyes glared out from beneath the hood. In his hand was a sword, dripping blood on to the ground. But from the blood sprang forth flowers. A tree was behind him, barely visible. Only a stump of it was left, obviously cut in half, but a new tree had overtaken it and had begun to grow as well.
Sounds purty. Wasn't really that great, but I loved it. I started on, of all things, 10 of Wands next. Was basically the classic picture- showed ten stacks of hay, or sticks, piled up, and a man had one pile slung over his back, and was struggling with it.
One thing. None of the people I drew had faces. I can't do faces well at all, so I simply leave them out. Besides... it definetly seems more my style to have them without faces.
Anyway. For fear of tearing, bending, or whatnot, I put the two cards in a book of mine. Only... it was a library book.
I returned that library book a week later, having forgotten the cards were inside.
OH! *cries* The pain... I've tried to duplicate them, but to no avail. Whatever artist abilities I had are now in mourning, and are unable to hold a pencil with any sort of ease.
Ow.
~A~
I'm no great artist. But, some months ago, I was inspired by Chronata's Minute Deck, and decided to try my hand at a few cards. No harm in trying, right?
I started out with Death. Always wanted to try drawing a Death card that suits *my* image... it was a graveyard in the backroung, with a dark, hooded and cloaked figure in the foreground. You couldn't see his face, but his sharp, poingaint eyes glared out from beneath the hood. In his hand was a sword, dripping blood on to the ground. But from the blood sprang forth flowers. A tree was behind him, barely visible. Only a stump of it was left, obviously cut in half, but a new tree had overtaken it and had begun to grow as well.
Sounds purty. Wasn't really that great, but I loved it. I started on, of all things, 10 of Wands next. Was basically the classic picture- showed ten stacks of hay, or sticks, piled up, and a man had one pile slung over his back, and was struggling with it.
One thing. None of the people I drew had faces. I can't do faces well at all, so I simply leave them out. Besides... it definetly seems more my style to have them without faces.
Anyway. For fear of tearing, bending, or whatnot, I put the two cards in a book of mine. Only... it was a library book.
I returned that library book a week later, having forgotten the cards were inside.
OH! *cries* The pain... I've tried to duplicate them, but to no avail. Whatever artist abilities I had are now in mourning, and are unable to hold a pencil with any sort of ease.
Ow.
~A~