Underachieving Overachiever

very very rough start of the newest portrait I’m working on of Sherlock. it’s still super rough, so forgive me if it isn’t looking very good yet. :P

deltastic:

euclase:

I’m using my friend juliedillon’s work as an example for this; I hope she doesn’t mind.

I wanted to make a post about perspective and comparing yourself to other artists.

This is my art. It’s very realistic, but it’s also not very imaginative. I draw what I see. Sometimes I add a bit, and I can draw imaginative things if I want to, but the stuff in my gallery is what I’m good at. It’s what I’m awesome at, in fact, and I’m really lucky that I’ve figured that out.

I can’t draw like Julie draws. I wish I could, and Julie probably thinks I’m nuts. But I wouldn’t know where to begin. Having a vision like that and bringing it to life—it’s not something I’m good at in visual art. Julie’s work (and the work of artists like her) intimidates me, humbles me, and makes me feel like I need to do better. It makes me look at my stuff and think, “Man, I just don’t cut it” as much as it makes me think, “I should try harder.” It makes me glad to be me, and it makes me hate myself all at once.

If I wanted to draw like Julie, I probably could. I have a lot of foundation skills. But it would take me years. I’d have to learn to trust myself in a way I’m not used to. I’d have to overcome a lot. It would take a lot of work, and there’s no guarantee I’d ever get that good.

I think those feelings are pretty normal? I think most artists probably feel like I do. We see work that we admire, and we can’t help but feel like our own work doesn’t measure up. Another person’s art is better simply because it’s not our own.

On the other hand, I look at my best work, and I’m comforted that it’s good. Of course it’s good—it’s my best. It’s good because it’s my best and no one else’s best.  In the end, there’s only me and my body of work, so I only have to be as good as my best.

The hard part is remembering that I don’t have to be as good as someone else’s best. :B

words to live by :)

acciomigs:

Matt Smith holding the Olympic Torch in Cardiff (May 26th)

I’m very excited about the run. It’s a huge privilege.  A once in a lifetime thing. Let’s hope I don’t trip over!

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badw0lfff:

WHERE DID THIS HQ PHOTO COME FROM SO FAST I SWEAR TO GOD YOU TUMBLR PEOPLE ARE FUCKING WIZARDS

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coeykuhn:

My part of a trade for Jings * v * <3
Her character Olivier- he’s this old robot n he’s fancy but has to be hooked up to power all the time cuz he’s sad… its part of a larger story…an amazing story. Jing’s amazing. * v * thanks for living w/ us jing we love you so much <3<3 I hope this shows how much I lurve you.
-COEY!
____
 

makanidotdot:

yess, let the hate flow through you

amon can’t dodge blood bending

“What if you were really old and really kind and alone—your whole race dead, no future. What could you do then? If you were that old and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn’t just stand there and watch children cry.” 

Finally finished it- haven’t done any digital painting in ages, but I think it turned out pretty well. Portrait of Matt Smith as the doctor.

quick digital painting I started last night of Matt Smith as the doctor. haven’t done any digital painting in ages, so just trying to figure out how to do it again. just a wip, I like how it’s going so I plan on finishing it.

any tips or critiques? or suggestions as to what the background should be?

issybird:

agentsweet:

madnessinitstrueform:

bennyslegs:

whoviackian:

fireflyastoria:

Imagine coming across this one day. 

On a totally normal, slightly bored walk in the woods.

Turning around the bend and seeing this. 

Just imagine.

i’m not even a massive doctor who fan and this broke my heart

this like seeing hogwarts as a ruin (and not being a muggle, so you know it’s really a ruin)

or seeing 221b being rented out by some horrible college kids partying and being loud

or the impala being crushed and useless (wait, i’m not up-to-date with supernatural atm, but didn’t something bad actually happen to the impala? fuck that show is just heart-break central)

But imagine going to it. Letting your hands move across the paint, disrupting the plants around it and then

click

The door opens.

You’re walking through the woods on a wonderful day, when you turn around a corner and see something that makes your heart stop. Thoughts, memories, images flood your head, and you think over and over, No no no, it can’t be. It’s just a show, right? It can’t be. You don’t even realize it as you walk up to it, and you cautiously lay your hand on it.

When it actually comes in contact with the wood, your eyes widen. Oh my god. It’s here. It’s real. I’m not imagining it. but then you realize something else. It looks…sad. Worn down. As if it hadn’t moved in years. Tears fill your eyes. Oh, Doctor. Where are you?? What happened?? Your head leans on the door as you close your eyes, trying to keep yourself from crying. It’s so stupid, but…

You aren’t able to finish that thought. You hear a soft click, and the door opens, causing you to stumble forward. A pair of shoes enter your line of vision. You slowly look up, seeing slacks next, then a jacket over a button up shirt, a bow tie, and then…it’s him.

Your hand covers your mouth as your eyes widen, everything hitting you at once. Oh my god it’s him. Its him it’s him it’s him. Oh god everything was real. The angels, cybermen, daleks, oh god Rose and Martha and Donna and Amy and Rory, and Jack and oh god if Jacks real then Torchwood and Ianto and oh god. You don’t even realize youve just said all that out loud as he sets his hands on your shoulders. “Are you alright?? What you were saying…how did you know that??”

You are full on crying now, tears running down your cheeks, and you can’t help when you embrace him. “Oh my god it’s you and your real and you’ve saved Earth and everyone so many times and I can’t believe it and just thank you and Im sorry for all the bad stuff that happens.” He awkwardly hugs you back before you pull away and wipe at your face with your sleeve. “Uhm, sorry f-for that. It just, uhm…” you don’t know how to explain it. How important he is to you, how many amazing people you’ve met because of him, how much he inspires you, how much you look up to him. Heck, you’re probably insane right now.

The Doctor just looks at you for a moment before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Your eyes widen as you stare at the bright room and, “Oh god it’s bigger on the inside.”

He grins like a child when he hears that. “I love it when they say that!” He flits about the room as you stand there, wringing your hands out, knees shaking as you stare wide eyed at everything.

“Now!” he exclaims. “How would you,” he points at you, excited. “like to come for an adventure?”

You can’t get the words out fast enough. “Yes. Please, take me.”

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