There are few skills learned in college that are more practical than how to keep yourself alive. I’m not talking about financial stability (because student loans make sure that never happens), but rather the art of proper culinary expertise. And I can proudly say that I have mastered the craft.
Just take a look at this picture here. Four savory steak fingers, from the wonderfully all-organic farm of my freezer. A generous helping of delicious shredded chicken straight from a refrigerated bag. And, for sides, a rich assortment of Kroger brand shredded cheese.
And, of course, a mouthwatering garnish of oxygen on top, which gives the dish that little je ne sais quoi of perfection.
So, yeah, you can tell I’m definitely a master chef.
Presentations. Love ’em, hate ’em, we’ve all had to do ’em.
And, of course, with social skills of a caliber such as mine, they’re bound to be good.
My name is Joseph, and it’s been three years since my
confes-blog post. Originally, the posts here were made for a class in college, but I’ve since graduated and have seamlessly moved on to what some call the “real world.” Despite my overwhelming lack of social graces, I have fully integrated into a thriving community of other humans. As a person, I have matured considerably.
[Insert other inspiring one-liners]
…At least, that’s what I’d like you to believe.
Now, I really did graduate from college back in 2016, but the transition was anything but seamless. The biggest reason was that I burned out in my Portfolio capstone. Hard.
If I could offer any advice to anyone in college (especially art students), your portfolio’s not worth burning out on. Trust me.
But that’s a story for another time.
Example: we were told to paint a rock in my painting class, and I thought of breakfast.
The last few weeks I’ve been posting a lot of comics that document things that’ve actually happened, and it got me thinking: inspiration really can come from anywhere (even your bowel movements).
…Especially your bowel movements.
Back when we were all young-uns, we drew. It was what we did.
Then we grew up. Most people stopped drawing, but I didn’t. I liked it, and I saw no reason to stop. I was always able to count my friends on one hand, so I never really cared about being weird. I accepted that one early on.
So draw I did, and draw I do.
However, it hasn’t always been an easy road. “Live by the comics, die by the comics,” I believe the old adage goes.
The joyous visage of a completed comic page.
If you haven’t noticed, I kind of make webcomics.
Shocking, I know.
Anyway, this week I’d thought I’d go into the process of how an MSPToons comic comes to be. Keep in mind that I’m an idiot, so this is not a standard way of making comics. It’s just my way, and it works for me.
You know what? Art is hard.
You know what makes it harder? Cats.
Seriously. I could have just spent two or three hours staring at a piece of paper, unable to create what I want to create. Finally, the muse hits, and a symphonic melody of pencil and paper emerges. Lines swirl all about in a hypnotic dance; shapes form delicately yet boldly; the work becomes art–MREOOOW!
Oh, great. He’s back.
Who knows, maybe next week they’ll fight to the death. –last week
Yep. It happened. The not long-awaited battle of the
week-century: soft shading versus cel shading!
Just to recap previous posts, soft shading involves blending color softly (who’d a thunk it?), while cel shading is when you have solid chunks of color creating the illusion of depth. Before this death battle begins, let’s break each side down and see what’s going on.
Since cel shading took the spotlight last week, I figured it would be fitting to give soft shading a similar profile. Who knows, maybe next week they’ll fight to the death.
Anyway, now that I’ve got less than an hour to write this post because soft shading takes for-freaking-ever, let’s get this show on the road.