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micahruiz · 10 months
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transfemme and transmasc solidarity! (prints available)
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kellyaroman · 3 months
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Some contour sketches I drew this evening, and alt inverted. Ink on paper | Instagram | Website
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tompuschautz · 6 months
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artist-diaries · 2 months
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I have discovered contour drawing...and let me tell you- it is a game changer for me.
I was watching one of those "tips for better art" youtube vids and the guy was talking about how contour drawing helps loosen you up and makes you stop worrying about perfectionism.
And I was like, gee, I'm constantly worried about perfection.
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DO YOU GUYS SEE THE FACE ON THE RIGHT? 😱
That was drawn 2 hours after my first contour drawings on the left. I also added some watercolor to make it look even more amazing! Literally the best face I have ever drawn/painted.
I highly reccomend practicing this kind of drawing if you want to improve your art.
And if you recognize the face on the right- no judging XD There's no rule that says you can't study art by making fan art. If you've ever done a master study you're basically making fan art of art anyway so :P
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apolloverse-art · 2 months
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spadeinpain · 3 months
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Contour Rin and Yu
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solarys-art · 7 months
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budding branch
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beastbent · 8 months
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How to Draw a Perfect Circle, by Terrance Hayes (2014)
I can imitate the spheres of the model’s body, her head, Her mouth, the chin she rests at the bend of her elbow But nothing tells me how to make the pupils spiral
From her gaze. Everything the eye sees enters a circle, The world is connected to a circle: breath spools from the nostrils And any love to be open becomes an O. The shape inside the circle
Is a circle, the egg fallen outside the nest the serpent circles Rests in the serpent’s gaze the way my gaze rests on the model. In a blind contour drawing the eye tracks the subject
Without observing what the hand is doing. Everything is connected By a line curling and canceling itself like the shape of a snake Swallowing its own decadent tail or a mind that means to destroy itself,
A man circling a railway underpass before attacking a policeman. To draw the model’s nipples I have to let myself be carried away. I love all the parts of the body. There are as many curves
As there are jewels of matrimony, as many whirls as there are teeth In the mouth of the future: the mute pearls a bride wears to her wedding, The sleeping ovaries like the heads of riders bunched in a tunnel.
The doors of the subway car imitate an O opening and closing, In the blood the O spirals its helix of defects, genetic shadows, But there are no instructions for identifying loved ones who go crazy.
When one morning a black man stabs a black transit cop in the face And the cop, bleeding from his eye, kills the assailant, no one traveling To the subway sees it quickly enough to make a camera phone witness.
The scene must be carried on the tongue, it must be carried On the news into the future where it will distract the eyes working Lines into paper. This is what blind contour drawing conjures in me.
At the center of God looms an O, the devil believes justice is shaped Like a zero, a militant helmet or war drum, a fist or gun barrel, A barrel of ruined eggs or skulls. To lift anything from a field
The lifter bends like a broken O. The weight of the body Lowered into a hole can make anyone say Oh: the onlookers, The mother, the brothers and sisters. Omen begins with an O.
When I looked into my past I saw the boy I had not seen in years Do a standing backflip so daring the onlookers called him crazy. I did not see a moon as white as an onion but I saw a paper plate
Upon which the boy held a plastic knife and sopping meat. An assailant is a man with history. His mother struggles To cut an onion preparing a meal to be served after the funeral.
The onion is the best symbol of the O. Sliced, a volatile gas stings The slicer’s eyes like a punishment clouding them until they see What someone trapped beneath a lid of water sees:
A soft-edged world, a blur of blooms holding a coffin afloat. The onion is pungent, its scent infects the air with sadness, All the pallbearers smell it. The mourners watch each other,
They watch the pastor’s ambivalence, they wait for the doors to open, They wait for the appearance of the wounded one-eyed victim And his advocates, strangers who do not consider the assailant’s funeral
Appeasement. Before that day the officer had never fired his gun In the line of duty. He was chatting with a cabdriver Beneath the tracks when my cousin circled him holding a knife.
The wound caused no brain damage though his eyeball was severed. I am not sure how a man with no eye weeps. In the Odyssey Pink water descends the Cyclops’s cratered face after Odysseus
Drives a burning log into it. Anyone could do it. Anyone could Begin the day with his eyes and end it blind or deceased, Anyone could lose his mind or his vision. When I go crazy
I am afraid I will walk the streets naked, I am afraid I will shout Every fucked up thing that troubles or enchants me, I will try to murder Or make love to everybody before the police handcuff or murder me.
Though the bullet exits a perfect hole it does not leave perfect holes In the body. A wound is a cell and portal. Without it the blood runs With no outlet. It is possible to draw handcuffs using loops
Shaped like the symbol for infinity, from the Latin infinitas Meaning unboundedness. The way you get to anything Is context. In a blind contour it is not possible to give your subject
A disconnected gaze. Separated from the hand the artist’s eye Begins its own journey. It could have been the same for the Cyclops, A giant whose gouged eye socket was so large a whole onion
Could fit into it. Separated from the body the eye begins Its own journey. The world comes full circle: the hours, the harvests, When the part of the body that holds the soul is finally decomposed
It becomes a circle, a hole that holds everything: blemish, cell, Womb, parts of the body no one can see. I watched the model Pull a button loose on her jeans and step out of them
As one might out of a hole in a blue valley, a sea. I found myself In the dark, I found myself entering her body like a delicate shell Or soft pill, like this curved thumb of mine against her lips.
You must look without looking to make the perfect circle. The line, the mind must be a blind continuous liquid Until the drawing is complete.
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serndest · 10 months
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Cream Heroes Cat-Proofing Plans - (Mostly) Blind Contour Drawings
From June 1 & 5, 2021 Done from the Claire Luvcat YouTube video, "A New House Calls For New Cat-proofing Plans! (ENG SUB)" www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJ6JdO… *The timestamps on each drawing (~0:46, ~2:15, and ~2:46) indicate the timestamps for the video, not the amount of drawing time. ----------------- Self-critique notes, on the drawings from left to right: ~0:46 (*) add c.p. [colored pencil] to DD's fur (-) Too much grey on bag (+) Pretty good bread
~2:15 (-) Overworked front R [right] leg (-) Overworked rear end coloring (+) Loosened coloring on face
~2:46 (+) Great gesture     (*) Add pen to eyeline [Done!]     (*) Add c.p. [colored pencil] to eyes & ears [Done!]
----------------- Art supplies - Pen: Pentel Energel Needle Tip (0.7 mm) - Markers: Caliart Alcohol brush & chisel tip markers (from 51 pack) - Colored Lead & Pencils: Pentel 2 mm colored lead, Pilot Color Eno (purple - 0.7 mm) [notes], Prismacolor Premiere colored pencil (white)
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hellbraiserart · 1 year
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Left Handed Blind Contour Portraits 👃👁👄
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circumstellart · 2 years
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[ID: Eight overlapping contour drawings of hands touching in red, blue, yellow, and black.]
prominent dream symbol lately
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micahruiz · 11 months
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Kindness is how you leave your mark on the world.
Inspired by a post from @one-time-i-dreamt
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goenndirbro · 1 year
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arttherabean · 1 year
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glassonlyrecycle · 2 years
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contour drawings for class - u -
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apolloverse-art · 4 months
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Happy New Year! I'm going to be trying to make more art with watercolors this year! Here is a birthday gift I made for my Auntie who loves giraffes 💛🦒💛
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