There are days when I pick up the stylus to do some painting and it just feels alien to me. All I really manage to do on those days is annoy myself and mess up all of my Photoshop settings. Today was one of those days.
After hearing someone speak about the disconnect that they’d had when they first started using a drawing tablet and realizing that after all this time, I am still experiencing the same problem, I decided to try painting a sketch again. I didn’t get very far before I realized that I was doing a lot of the things that didn’t work back in April and didn’t really know what to do with myself.
I may have given up too easily, but I really had no idea how to proceed. Looking at it again, I might have been able to wrest some sort of form out of it, but I really prefer my lines to my halfhearted rendering.
I’m not exactly sure what I was hoping to accomplish; I was probably thinking something along the lines of playing to my strengths- even if I woke up tomorrow somehow with the power to make painterly digital pieces, a pencil and a sheet of paper would probably still be my first love. One of the most frustrating things is that a lot of the tactile, “hands on” sensation is lost while trying to translate the pictures in my head into something that the computer can deal with.
So after flicking a few toggles and frustratedly slapping some color around, I did this, which also in’t much to write home about:
