BardNoir

    Edge wasn’t sure which came first, the pain or the consciousness. The more sleep that slipped away made the pain louder and louder. Eventually the only option he had was to get out of bed and do something about it. Moving someone’s arm off his chest he sat up and resisted the urge to run his hands over his face. He looked for his pants and slipped into them before putting his feet on the cold wood floor.    Where am I? He thought, looking around the building he’d slept in the night before and trying to recall anything he could from the night. His throat felt like he’d swallowed razor blades and his teeth hurt as

Had a bad day at work yesterday. We're talking a day so bad I left for lunch and on the way back I did a mental inventory of my fridge and pantry to see how long I could go without needing to spend money on food, should I opt to just not go back to work. In the end, having a 3G phone won out. Point being, it was the kind of day that seemed to exist for the sole purpose of motivating me to do art. I can't have days like that anymore, and while I know bad days exist in all jobs and stress is a part of everything it's entirely different when you have a bad day doing something you don't like either. All I wanted to do leave work and go home to dr

Yeah, yeah... So I've finally gotten around to working on something new. For starters there was about a 13 year gap between my use of Illustrator and I'd never own a good tablet before either. So, not only a learning curve with the use of the software again but also the tools I was working with. Then there's the fact that I'm not a colorist in the first place. All of my old art is flat and relies on line and tone. I honestly think that I'm still developing my "style" or trying to find a technique that even works for me. Going from black and white paper to full color digital is like taking a World War II pilot and sticking him in the space sh