*~*You never stop learning*~*
Onto learning digital coloring in Photoshop.
ReflectionMakeup painted across my face,Reflection by OneWithTheStars
they tell me I am beautiful.
Place the layers upon a base;
makeup painted across my face.
Liquids and powders held in place,
the image seen is pitiful—
makeup painted across my face…
they tell me I am beautiful.
*Some Restrictions May Apply “Here’s your order,” came the bubbly feminine voice from the petite female standing behind the register, her frame unencumbered by the weight of her job. My own back ached from the strain of standing over body after body presented to me in the operating room that day, not being allowed to get off my feet for over twelve hours. I could feel my shoulders slump more in response to her perkiness, my eyes dry and sore as I took the meal bag from her eager hand, refusing to match her happy demeanor with a feigned thank you. I felt the anger rise within me as I grabbed the condiments and fountain drinks at the side counter, silently brewing at the thought that after all I had to give of myself and stress I had to bear in order to save lives, I made no more money than the girl behind the counter serving up fast food.*Some Restrictions May Apply by OneWithTheStars
Actually, she made more than me. Glancing over at her from the corner of my eye, I saw the swollen belly, cle
Casualties of 'War' The laser fire flashed through the atmospherically void sky of Bree as several starjets flew on, dodging the rapid fire from the defenses at the starcraft. Nearly a dozen of the sleek ships were zipping about, breaking formation the instant weapons had been fired.Casualties of 'War' by OneWithTheStars
“Stena, bank left!” Mel instructed in his flight mask, the array of holographic displays glowing in various shades of color as he took hold of the stick and forced his starjet sharply to the left, narrowly missing several shots fired at him.
“Roger that, Mel,” Stena calmly responded before banking her jet left just after him, the two wingmen making a delicate art out of the deadly combat they were currently being subjected to.
That was the point of the Alpha Flight Trials held on the remote moon located outside of their home galaxy of Andromeda—Zenon Starforce had its most elite star force pilots battle through the live trials to vie f
I've enjoyed sketching and writing since I was a little girl. I've had very little training in either department, so what I do is limited and I try to learn different techniques when I can. My drawing style I seem to be naturally good at is a "realistic cartoon" and tend to draw characters from my stories. My default media is pencil/paper and I haven't tried teaching myself inking capabilities...yet. I'm really trying to (slowly) teach myself some more elements of realism, but it's so difficult for me.
As far as writing, my stories I've come up with span over so many sub genres of speculative fiction, I can't really say a specific genre I adhere to most frequently. In the distant past, I liked writing poetry (badly). It's making a comeback for me and I seem to be pulling a lot of these old poems from the ashes and breathing new life into them, occasionally coming up with new ones as well. Poetry I write will go through phases of a necessity to rhyme to whatever my mind feels like the poem needs to be.
I have tried dabbling in other media forms for art--painting, charcoals, photography--and I look to expand those in the future when time permits.