Picked up the 13HD Cintiq tablet. It took a bit to get the brushes to agree with me, but -wow, this thing is great. I like to draw with a .05 Pentel mechanical pencil but the pencil strokes are mostly lost after I ink with a traditional brush. With the Cintiq I was able to digitally ink at about the same size as my pencil tip- keeping the energy the pencils have. For example, below, I did a quick sketch of Yorick, based off a panel in a “Y: The Last Man” comic. It took me about a half hour.
This weekend I stumbled upon Procreate for the iPad. If you haven’t heard of it before, imagine Photoshop’s basic features in a program that goes for only $6.00. It has layers (though you are limited to about 3 total) with the same adjustments available (multiply, darken, etc.). You also have the outline tool, transform capability, opacity, undo, and much more. Add in the fact you draw with your hands or a stylus instead of clicking a mouse- mind-blowing. Unfortunately I have the iPad 2 and as far as I am aware, it doesn’t allow pressure sensitive tools which would be
The headline we are all waiting to hear. But as of today, the where and how of the plane’s discovery is still a mystery. It’s been one month since flight 370 disappeared and with that question mark ever floating, the deliberation has prompted a treatment reserved for school shootings. One where a rumor mill/media circus props up its tents inviting every wacko they can muster together to present their sideshow of predictions. A few potential exhibits already in town: a) A Bermuda Triangle/Blackhole/ Alien Abduction type scenario. b) Pilot suicide. c) Terrorists. d) Russia
It’s not every day that we are needed. This is the quote by Samuel Beckett that precedes the novel “Hologram for a King” written by Dave Eggers. If he had chosen to omit it and let the reader wander unfocused through the story I don’t think the desired effect would have been achieved. Hologram for a King is about Alan Clay, a man that used to run a bike manufacturing company in the Midwest that closed its doors after outsourcing. He lives in an empty house and watches old Red Sox DVDs. His neighbor after discovering transcendentalism walks into
When I was four I was immensely into tracing paper. So much so my parents would perform this song-and-dance routine treating it as a big-ticket item burning a hole in their pocket. But I knew it wasn’t costing them an arm and a leg as they purported it to be. Tracing paper was cheap. Still is. But to their point, I’ll admit moderation wasn’t in my vocabulary. I use to chain-trace images with barely a breath in between. At my worst I was probably tracing two to three packs a day. My composure towards tracing paper was that of a