Starlining

So this is Christmas

Snow falls onto a wooden porch
A single soul looks into the white night.
The cold wind makes her face turn red.
So does not care, for it's Christmas again.

Happiness abounds in her cardiac abode.
Warming spaces left out in the cold.
Winter may sway others south,
but she remains, her tribe alone.

Of a hardy nature she goes into the night.
There's fun to be had, nothing will stop her.
It's a big world, and this is her gift.

Vworp Vworp, the engines stif.
Where will she go?

Element of Honesty

In my experiences with the digital medium, I've always had this odd facisnation with wallpapers. I suppose it's the wonderful graphic elements I see in them, or maybe their just fun to make. So here's one I cooked up the other day:

Yes, it's Applejack from the pony show, but I wanted to share my experience making this wallpaper. It's part of a series of wallpapers that I'm doing of the mane six. Their all quite different from each other, and Applejack here is no different. See, this hard working earth pony is a simple creature and I wanted to convey that here. I used clean lines to imply her presence on the right side of the work, giving a shadow-like look to it. 

Anyway, enjoy this wallpaper!

Filler post

Filler post, filler post

Does whatever a filler post does

Can it solve the issues of the world?

No it can't cause it's filler

Watch out, here comes filler posts!

Light of Day

The great star rises over the horizon in his full glory.
Waking the land of people and places.
Birds sing, folks swing, and the leaves dance in the breeze.

I would like to live in that place,
the land of warmth and connection.
Yet, I am stuck here.
In a place of past glory,
Old wonders,
and elder forests.

The roots of history have wrapped their tendrils around my feet.
I want to go away, into the light my bright future.
Still, my struggles mean nothing in this ancient land.
It wants to me to stay.

The sun's nation, how wonderful it must be.
So many people I want to meet.
Somehow, I cannot get free
The past needs me,
my kind heart,
the woods call my name. 

Sorry

In this vast and often crazy world, it's easy for some people to get lost in it all. This is what I'm feeling at this moment in time.

Huh? Have no clue about what I'm saying? Well, let me explain.

As of late, it's been hard for me to find the motivation to pursue the creative arts I love so much. I'm sure it's not just a bad case of art block or the normal cycle of artistic events. I have ideas and I have time to draw, but it's been rather hard for me to put as much love and care into the various aspects of my work. I suppose it could be college is eating up my energy for art; graphic design does indeed make one mentally drained at the end of the day. Perhaps I'm encountering the full brunt of what having a life beyond my childhood home(s) is going to be like for my brain, all about 40 pages of thumbnails and dwelling on the same set of business cards for days. I guess most would say "tough luck" and go one about how this how the real world operates.

At the core of this, it might be the fact that I want to be a storyteller. I want share characters, settings, and stories. One would say "what's stopping you?" at this point. I mean, I have the power to draw, type, and the ability to make up the various aspects of a world to tell a story in. So, I should really be cranking out that epic work by now, shouldn't I?

However, It boils down to this, I'm not a person of the caliber to put her creative works into the eye of the public. My fantasies, stories, and characters are simply the unreachable dreams of a backwater girl's overactive imagination. I don't feel that my art is going to get me too far in life, but it's the only real skill I have. I've always known that, but I tricked myself into thinking somebody someday would value my eccentric abstract designs and character doodles.   Being empathic, intellectual, and extremely shy doesn't make for a successful person. Even less so for a young woman looking for acceptance into the adult world.  So, I most likely be making business cards and local advertisements for most of my existence, sliding along rather being rather lonely.

So, here we are. I'm not depressed, mad, or trying to get attention. I've just come to the realization that no one cares about what I post here at all. I'm a passing curiosity with the illusion that my art is decent. I know that what I post is shit, but I'll keep on truckin'. There has been too many hours put into drawing and other creative ventures to turn back now.

Seeing Anubis

Filler post is made of pointless filler

Bloggty

Sorry for not posting my internet friends, but I've been caught in school and other ventures. Alas, there is little I can do about Real Life coming in and messing with my web life. Though, it's given me a little time to think about this little blog of mine.

More news late, here, have a drawing!

Malagance

Short poem is short.

On a lovely early winter's day, I saw a deer cross the yard.
Under streetlamp and starlight, it pawed at apples frozen.
Surely there must be something there, I couldn't have raked them all.

Fluttershy Wallpaper of the Day

Hello, Equestria! Here's a little wallpaper for ya'll to use when surfin' the tubes.

Generated in Photoshop CS5.1, .PNG

Unintended Poetry Jam

For the three people who may or may not read this blog, I've started to post some rather random poetry on here. I suppose the reason for this is that I don't always have art to share and want to share something creative. Well, the poems one reads are on the spot creations exclusive to Single Artist.

Some of my prose is decent, sometimes strange, and more often than not just the pretentious garbling of a girl at her computer. However, I want to expand on different forms of creativity other than doodling on Walmart sketches with sharpies. On that note, I'll do as much pictures as the poetry saturation on this blog. 

Doortstep in the Mind

For many days I've stood here,
at the edge of this reality.
The swirling forces beckon me to join their dance.
It's hard to say if I'll take the plunge.
The drop goes, down, down, down.

The distant winds of far-off worlds want me to rider their currents.
Only fear could they muster from me, I only wished to stay.
Never was I to take on the grand adventure.
All was fine in my mind, until the forces of change swept me off my feet.

So fell into the vortex of time,
My view on the universe changed so very quickly.
Unprepared was my young soul for the entirety of this life.
I so wished to go home.

After riding the currents of war and wonder,
I don't think I could go home.
Too changed to ever fit in.
I stand here on the doorstep of reality.

Should I return to familarity?
Can I put on the glamor of normality?
Why should I even go back?
Becuase my fear would only return.

Fake Gallery Poster

For the curious, this is bout as real as a ninja Godzilla. The poster you see before you was a project I did about a year ago for a class. I've always thought it had a great look to it but I never got around to uploading it anywhere. 

As for the image itself, it was produced in Photoshop and then exported as a .PNG. The layout was inspired from a random google image of a poster and then was messed with a bit to give a more original edge. It's a decent little corner of my work I hope I'll actually make a reality in the near future. 

Hierarchy

Streaming down the banks

I stand on the edge of the bridge.
My eyes fixed on the fish below.
They always seemed so small to me.
In their own little world.

My young mind wonders about them.
About how the must see the world.
Is it just the unending stream of water,
or do they look for more.

Strong questions for a six year old.
Perhaps just a touch too potent.
I drop my water bottle onto the ground,
thrusting me from that philosophical world.

My mother calls for me,
she tells me we have to keep going.
We've off to see the grandparents,
and my little sister is getting cranky.

So I take my leave and hope in the back.
Click, I'm fastened in.
I think back to those tiny little minnow.
Their wide eyes so obilvious to me.

Maybe, just maybe, this van of people are fishes themselves.
Swimming upstream to the lake of their youth. 
Life must be so simple then, even if the truth hurts.

Time Turner Plush (Full Version)

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Well, here is the full layout of Time Turner! I'd thought I'd share it here for all to see.

Unseen forces.

Onto the ocean, I see a distant sail;I wonder where it might be going.
Perhaps to a private villa,
or towards the open sea.

A sense of adventure overtook me,giving my mind an unfamiliar jolt.
I was never one to take a dare,
or let caution to the four winds.

In this moment I took the dive,
letting the world shape me.
The waters of distant horizons have come to claim me.
Oh how I my life has now changed.

Time Turner plushie

                                                                   Time Turner IRL!

Yeah...I made him over the course of a weekend. I have no idea why I made him, but at least it kept me busy for while. Timer here is made out of fleece, felt, and quilting thread.

Pixelated

In my  many artistic adventures over the years, I've tried and dabbled into different forms when they've tickled my fancy. One artform I've always admired is pixel graphics. I love how a person could create unique and often wondersome works using one pixel and a knack for colors. In knowing this, I started using pixel bases as a way to make armor and the like without making a brand new outline. Most of the pixeling I did was made up Power Ranger teams and other things I enjoy. So here's a showcase of some of my better pixels.

Base belongs to Ameyal/Acatl

The abstract collective

I really should live up my blog's name, "A blog on abstract designs". I suppose I've been taking a break from such things, since I've been wanting to improve on other forms of art. So here's a small slice of more recent works.

I made a new .gif avatar for my DA account!

I do all my own stunts!

Daykigt

Who am I see the greater day?
Where the sun shines bright and people play.
A land of light with no end insight.
It must be somekind of paradise.

One might think there an ulterior motive.
No such goodness can exist without it.
A hated shadow must live under that glowing plasmic star. 
But for once in this life, this is not the case.
For in our hearts and souls, such a place lives.

I want to make such a place come true.
Or as real as reality allows.
Put aside cynicism and misanthropy,
and take a good look at the earth.
You will find that light overcomes the dark,
even one cannot see in front of them.

So take a chance and let go of negativity.
But never let go of common sense.
Go off the deep end into optimism.
Come on in, the water's fine!

Time Tuner had finally done it, he had found the Shining Coin. This level of treasure could easily set a pony for life, and this was very much his intention. He could finally..

"Hello, Time Turner"

Time Turner's eyes shot up from the Shinging Coin, a shiver shooting done his spine. Suddenly and inexplicably, he had showed up in all of his fudgy-maned glory The tan pony began to back up, as he knew well enough that trouble always followed this stallion.

"Please, just listen to me for a moment." The Doctor raised his hoof in a gentle manor, as if to keep a frightened dog from running.

"No..go away..you know that I want nothing to do with you!" Time Turner's panic made itself apparent in his words. "You know that I'm the clone in this situation, so what would Mr.Original need with me then?" He grated his teeth on the comment.

The Doctor's ears folded backward, flinching at the verbal assault. "Time Turner...Your not a shallow copy created by a mad scientist. You know that you're your own stallion, and you need to..accept that. I would go on, but I need you."

"For what."

"This." The Doctor pressed the treasured object on the floor, causing light to emit from the artifact.

"What..what is.."

"This is the Time Vortex, and it's in peril; all of history, the universe itself. It's falling apart, and I need all the help I can get." A hologram of a swirling blue whirlpool filled the room, making Time Turner stare in awe.

"For once in your life, help me."

Whut

This is a poem
 A package of prose
Propose we ponder these poetic problems

Perfectible posters on the purple pole?
Alliterative adventures into arctic  azrures
Nonsense is so much fun.

A whole week without a dedciated post, now let me spam your brains with endless amounts of Artist training grounds material. I am indeed copping out here, since my brain has been preoccuiped with drawing and other creative ventures.

Also, Series 7 better start before I violently scold my television.

To see a logo

Logos, those instantly recognizable face of a product, media thingy, or whatever else logotypes can be applied too. I've done a few logos for personal projects and the like. I find designing logos are fun when one thinks about the various visual puns and hidden elements one can put into a given logo.

These were some ideas I had for a MLP:FiM fanfic's logo. The actual writing never got off the ground (It was human-in-Equestria). Number three would have been the one I would have used if the story had gone through.

 This was for a story about a young woman who could turn into a car. Again, it still has to get off the ground and into type before I could use this logo. 

Ahh, the Northwoods Bronies. This was for a meetup me and my sister did last March. We didn't have a huge turnout, but it was for our first time. I plan to use this logo in future Northwoods meetups.

Another fanfic logo, this time a Doctor Who fic called Saving Nine. It still has to be written as well but it took it's been put on the back burner until I hammer out the plot.

MOAR PONIES

Happy Thursday, it's almost Friday for those it matters too. Anyway, I'm simply here to rain down more Friendship is Magic onto this unsuspecting world. It's seems as good a time as any to spam the world with pastel colored ponies.

.....Well, maybe I should explain myself a little.

Ponies are fun to draw. I find it's decent shading practice, since ponies are circles and tubes. The cartoony nature of the style let's the drawer have some fun. Drawing people is rewarding, but I find that the judgement levels there are much stronger than ponies.

I suppose you want me to shut up so you can get with your life, so here's some more Artist training grounds.


Day six-Draw a pony having the time of their lives

 Day Seven- Draw a pony on combat

Day Eight-Draw a pony trying something new

Story!

Hello, welcome,
Who might you be?
I am a story you've never read

You may know me from those late night wimsies
Fanciful dreams left untold
It might be a good idea to let them loose
They might just form a narritive of unseen glory

You seem to doubt my reasoning
Why would feel such an aversion to new characters?
People who shape the nature of our book.
Let's take to the typewriter and clack out a few words.

Let's write a story!

Training ponies

Oh bother, it seems that I have dropped of the face of the planet only to post an "I'M STILL ALIVE" post here. Well, I blame it on the summer heat and general lack of memory to remember this blog exsists sometimes. I mean, for a such a little blog in a sea of information, why bother to keep going?

Well, I unfornately have a need to share with others my amateur artistic maneuvers. As of late, Brony blog Equestria Daily has started round of Newbie Artist Training Grounds. I've decided to join in a a drawing-a-day to make me draw even if I don't feel like it.

Yes, cartoon ponies, have an issue with that? Anyhoo, here is the first five days of this event from my computer files.

Day Uno- Draw a pony Idling

Day Dos- Draw a pony on the go!

 

Day Tres- Draw a pony with a prop

Day Quatro-Draw a pony at their peak/ On a hilltop

 

Day Cinco- Draw a young pony

Good heavens

I haven't posted any random nonsense in a week, so I figure it's high time to hit the tubes with a deluge of random fractal images.

These are all generated in Apophysis, which a decent program for these sorts of things.