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CliffyByro
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^woah dude, thats so sick!
CheddarJack
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^ Incredible! I'm really digging the bokeh, and it's especially good on his shoulder.
but this is what i got
CliffyByro
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so good man, worth the hours im sure haha
spliff.Life
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^Love that style! that is beautiful dude
CliffyByro
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adele is so fucking gorgeous haha. i absolutely loved that film, good to see someone else here has seen it!
here we go...
spliff.Life
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^i think a little value would be good, like shadow one or two of the walls of the hole shes in cause the suns not shining perfectly straight in there, but i personally like the way it looks now and cant draw real things that well so idk
Caspaaa
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Damn. I haven't been on NS in a long time and I've only just scrolled down this page but I'm impressed guys. A lot of incredible talent in here.
It's been a long time since I've sat down and managed to scribble out a poetic work, but I have been occasionally writing down little stories for fun. Here's my latest two. They are not related to each other.[/b]
StartFragment
I’m
staring across the blackjack table at a young gentleman in a tailored
suit. The tint of his sunglasses
adds an aura of obscurity to the man’s well-built frame as he lights a
cigarette. This man had just put
down forty thousand on his previous hand and lost at the mercy of chance, but
his disposition reflected nothing more than the mindset of a child piecing
together a small puzzle. As the
smoke settled in the dimly lit room two older women stood up from the table
adjacent to ours and rushed out of the building with what remained of their
paychecks, presumably headed to the nearest bar in search of similar
company. The man removed his
glasses. He placed them in his
pocket, revealing what must have been recently acquired bruising around his
left eye. A few scars ran down his
knuckles and underneath a solid gold ring; which he wore casually. Before offering his outstretched hand
to the dealer, he stood gracefully and nodded in my direction. Our eyes met for a brief second before
he departed. Deep beneath them I
recognized a somber understanding.
This man had seen the walks of life four times over, and he wanted nothing
to do with any of it. I glimpsed
fleeting images of traveler’s checks, lavish hotel rooms, private accountants
and high-class business meetings.
I could feel the skin of hundreds of women whose rich perfume pulled at
the edges of my mind, but only encouraged a nauseous feeling in this man’s stomach. City pollution from New York, Bangkok,
Barcelona, and Prague singed my tongue as if it were the liquor I kept in a
flask. Even more concerning were
the alleyways I found plastered to the back of this man’s mind, each one hazy
with cigarette smoke. In that
moment I grasped at explanations for the scars and his empty eyes. I understood the way he carried his
self, I understood the folded bills he stuffed into the waitress’s pocket and
the smile that broke his otherwise emotionless appearance. Knowing the rarity of such an
occurrence, I asked the man where he was heading next. He answered, “My friend, life is but a
game very similar to the one you are currently playing. There are times in which success may
manifest itself in loss, or vice versa, and there are times in which the answers
to certain questions carry more uncertainty than the question itself. Such questions are better left
unanswered,” before handing me his gold cigarette lighter and exiting the
casino.
A
blue vial was tipped over a glass synthesis pad on the lab desk. Precision seeped through the
scientist’s veins as the assistants watched, slack jawed. He certainly hadn’t planned such a
routine; regardless, it was deftly executed. This was characteristic of the man in the white lab
coat. You could see it in the way
his firm grip loosened on the vial and switched gears. Mechanical. The clockwork turned as some distinct chemical reaction
puzzled itself together in the man’s head. It was as if he had purposely set it forward; he did not
hesitate, his eyes did not stray.
Despite the subconscious code sequences and inhibitor concentrations,
his gaze was trained on the effervescent solution in front of him.
The
creation was fascinating. It
brought back the ocean breeze that had chilled his damp skin as he made
sculptures in the sand. What
consequences could the additional spire have on the miniature castle? What would the introduction of casein
do to his buffering solution?
Cause and effect. He knew
it inside and out. A year of
operative training had taught him the scaling necessary to make such judgments,
and they had eagerly toyed with the gears and cogs fitted to his thought
process. They said the alterations
would be helpful, he believed them to be necessary.
Outside
the research facility, the wind weaved between towering structures of metal and
concrete. Within them, others
typed away at computer keyboards in standardized cubicles. Complaints were filed, summary reports
were analyzed, and the wind blew on.
The low-pressure currents uplifted flakes of snow to the tops of these
infrastructural giants where they came to a rest on the tips of faint red and
green lights. Three hundred feet
below, a young girl named Gaby struggled to upright herself on the hand-me-down
ice skates. Her mother had pulled
her out of school that day to wander towards the ice rink in Central Park. Gaby slipped on the chilled surface
before stabilizing herself with an outstretched arm. Slowly, she straightened her figure, and a couple steps later
found herself gliding across the even surface. Older individuals passed her with their caffeine saturated blood
and blind conversations, the cityscape harboring them from the harsh climate.
Twenty
stories above, a man pulled off his lab coat and sat down with a sigh. Another failure, another report of
human error, guessing and checking; the contract was up. Another ten stories above him sat a man
at his desk, contemplating suicide.
He lived from paycheck to paycheck, his girlfriend had left him long ago,
and the mind-numbing routine failed to satisfy his primal instincts.
“Hello.”
“Hello,
how are you?”
“Good,
thanks. How are you?”
“I’m
well.”
StartFragment
EndFragment
The
wind outside had subsided, and heavy snowflakes now fell to the pavement
below. Amidst the glow of
streetlights and storefront windows, a young girl named Gaby was learning to
ice skate. She had stumbled at
first, but she stood up quickly.
Looking up to the sky, she stuck her tongue out to catch a
snowflake. The frozen water landed
on her nose and melted. She
smiled, and the wind flowed on.
EndFragment
It's been a long time since I've sat down and managed to scribble out a poetic work, but I have been occasionally writing down little stories for fun. Here's my latest two. They are not related to each other.[/b]
StartFragment
I’m
staring across the blackjack table at a young gentleman in a tailored
suit. The tint of his sunglasses
adds an aura of obscurity to the man’s well-built frame as he lights a
cigarette. This man had just put
down forty thousand on his previous hand and lost at the mercy of chance, but
his disposition reflected nothing more than the mindset of a child piecing
together a small puzzle. As the
smoke settled in the dimly lit room two older women stood up from the table
adjacent to ours and rushed out of the building with what remained of their
paychecks, presumably headed to the nearest bar in search of similar
company. The man removed his
glasses. He placed them in his
pocket, revealing what must have been recently acquired bruising around his
left eye. A few scars ran down his
knuckles and underneath a solid gold ring; which he wore casually. Before offering his outstretched hand
to the dealer, he stood gracefully and nodded in my direction. Our eyes met for a brief second before
he departed. Deep beneath them I
recognized a somber understanding.
This man had seen the walks of life four times over, and he wanted nothing
to do with any of it. I glimpsed
fleeting images of traveler’s checks, lavish hotel rooms, private accountants
and high-class business meetings.
I could feel the skin of hundreds of women whose rich perfume pulled at
the edges of my mind, but only encouraged a nauseous feeling in this man’s stomach. City pollution from New York, Bangkok,
Barcelona, and Prague singed my tongue as if it were the liquor I kept in a
flask. Even more concerning were
the alleyways I found plastered to the back of this man’s mind, each one hazy
with cigarette smoke. In that
moment I grasped at explanations for the scars and his empty eyes. I understood the way he carried his
self, I understood the folded bills he stuffed into the waitress’s pocket and
the smile that broke his otherwise emotionless appearance. Knowing the rarity of such an
occurrence, I asked the man where he was heading next. He answered, “My friend, life is but a
game very similar to the one you are currently playing. There are times in which success may
manifest itself in loss, or vice versa, and there are times in which the answers
to certain questions carry more uncertainty than the question itself. Such questions are better left
unanswered,” before handing me his gold cigarette lighter and exiting the
casino.
A
blue vial was tipped over a glass synthesis pad on the lab desk. Precision seeped through the
scientist’s veins as the assistants watched, slack jawed. He certainly hadn’t planned such a
routine; regardless, it was deftly executed. This was characteristic of the man in the white lab
coat. You could see it in the way
his firm grip loosened on the vial and switched gears. Mechanical. The clockwork turned as some distinct chemical reaction
puzzled itself together in the man’s head. It was as if he had purposely set it forward; he did not
hesitate, his eyes did not stray.
Despite the subconscious code sequences and inhibitor concentrations,
his gaze was trained on the effervescent solution in front of him.
The
creation was fascinating. It
brought back the ocean breeze that had chilled his damp skin as he made
sculptures in the sand. What
consequences could the additional spire have on the miniature castle? What would the introduction of casein
do to his buffering solution?
Cause and effect. He knew
it inside and out. A year of
operative training had taught him the scaling necessary to make such judgments,
and they had eagerly toyed with the gears and cogs fitted to his thought
process. They said the alterations
would be helpful, he believed them to be necessary.
Outside
the research facility, the wind weaved between towering structures of metal and
concrete. Within them, others
typed away at computer keyboards in standardized cubicles. Complaints were filed, summary reports
were analyzed, and the wind blew on.
The low-pressure currents uplifted flakes of snow to the tops of these
infrastructural giants where they came to a rest on the tips of faint red and
green lights. Three hundred feet
below, a young girl named Gaby struggled to upright herself on the hand-me-down
ice skates. Her mother had pulled
her out of school that day to wander towards the ice rink in Central Park. Gaby slipped on the chilled surface
before stabilizing herself with an outstretched arm. Slowly, she straightened her figure, and a couple steps later
found herself gliding across the even surface. Older individuals passed her with their caffeine saturated blood
and blind conversations, the cityscape harboring them from the harsh climate.
Twenty
stories above, a man pulled off his lab coat and sat down with a sigh. Another failure, another report of
human error, guessing and checking; the contract was up. Another ten stories above him sat a man
at his desk, contemplating suicide.
He lived from paycheck to paycheck, his girlfriend had left him long ago,
and the mind-numbing routine failed to satisfy his primal instincts.
“Hello.”
“Hello,
how are you?”
“Good,
thanks. How are you?”
“I’m
well.”
StartFragment
EndFragment
The
wind outside had subsided, and heavy snowflakes now fell to the pavement
below. Amidst the glow of
streetlights and storefront windows, a young girl named Gaby was learning to
ice skate. She had stumbled at
first, but she stood up quickly.
Looking up to the sky, she stuck her tongue out to catch a
snowflake. The frozen water landed
on her nose and melted. She
smiled, and the wind flowed on.
EndFragment
spliff.Life
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Meases_Pieces
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Drawing Class Skeleton studies
spliff.Life
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Wood_Wizard
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Been a while since I posted anything here but this is what I have been up to
