Funnily enough, drawing doesn't affect my dominant arm nearly as much as it does the other one. For whatever unconscious reason, I press down really hard on my left elbow when I'm in the grip of an intense inking session, and I haven't wised up enough yet to put a cushion under it.
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| Better than carpal tunnel, I suppose. |
At any rate, I've been goofing off in photoshop and doodling some panels from my book for no reason other than I've got nothing better to do to occupy myself until I hear back from my queries. Here's a page of the two main characters meeting for the first time:
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| Down here, asshole. |
Goofy, I know, but I can't quite let go of some of my early manga-inspired tendencies. Sometimes a derpy face and a sweat drop is just what's needed to get the point across. I think it's also worth noting that I can't draw perspective to save my life, but I already spent too much godforsaken time on a drawing done simply for shits and giggles, so... meh.
To that end, I'm struggling with the same problem I've faced ever since I made the switch from traditional art to entirely digital. There's something in my sketches that's omitted when I lay down inks; mainly, the energy in my drawing seemingly gets lost in translation. I blame it on easy access to the Command + Z key--every line becomes too perfect, as if a robot drew the picture.
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| Teach me to be more human, Tachikoma! |
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