So whether or not you're into drawing or painting, I'm pretty sure you have that one friend who loves it. And if not, you know of someone who does. And, among those who love it, you probably know a few who've created their own characters.
I am among them.
I have a few characters that I've created in my life and I must say that I really do love them. I know that it may sound odd to someone who's never been through the character making process, but when you spend an ungodly amount of time invested into the creation of someone's personality, history, life, hobbies, likes, dislikes, and so on, you begin to fall in love with them simply because they are perfect in your eyes. You've made them perfect.
Now with my characters, I always try to give them either a piece of me, or a piece I wished I had. What I mean is, for example: Emily, one of my lady characters, loves art. So do I. Adam, another character, loves gadgets and chemical mixtures. While I do enjoy mixing chemicals, I wish I had a thing for technology and gadgets. When I add a piece of myself to them, they feel more real.
The character I'm talking about today though, is Rudy. But I'm not talking about him specifically, moreover an experience I had two days ago that involved him.
Let's backtrack for a moment.
I struggle to draw my characters. They either don't come out like I want them to, or come out so perfect that I can't redraw it. It's been a struggle of mine that I've been fighting for a number of years now. Anyways, I finally drew Rudy. It took going through a meme-thing on DeviantArt and carefully sorting him out, but I did it. I actually did it!
And in my pride of drawing him, I decided to draw him overandoverandoverandover again. But, seeing as he's 1800+ years old, I decided to theme the drawing and illustrate him once for ever century of his life. Togas, tunics, and knighthoods were all coming into play very nicely. I had drawn a cute picture of he and his daughter Romelia, and a not so cute one where he was on the ground passed out from an attack. There were arrows sticking in him and bruises speckling his body. But it was a wonderful illustration. They were all so perfect. And then of course, something had to go wrong.
My computer has a tendency to overheat sometimes. When it does, it shuts off on itself. Needless to say, I keep it propped between two chairs at all times, with a fan blowing up from beneath it. At school though, I don't have a fan. This causes me to have to save my work a lot, and frequently rest my laptop so that it can cool down by itself and not fry its insides.
Wednesday however, while I was putting it in hibernation mode to cool itself as I went to class, it shut off. Having just put it down, I didn't notice that this had happened. When I went back to work on the drawing during a downtime in class, I tried to open it and instead of the picture, got this message:
My heart nearly stopped.
I tried to open it again. Maybe it was a mistake.
I tried to open it through the control panel.
I googled it. Apparently, it cannot be recovered. I lost it. My first attempt at drawing my character, and he was gone.
Dammit, freaking, Photoshop.
I am among them.
I have a few characters that I've created in my life and I must say that I really do love them. I know that it may sound odd to someone who's never been through the character making process, but when you spend an ungodly amount of time invested into the creation of someone's personality, history, life, hobbies, likes, dislikes, and so on, you begin to fall in love with them simply because they are perfect in your eyes. You've made them perfect.
Now with my characters, I always try to give them either a piece of me, or a piece I wished I had. What I mean is, for example: Emily, one of my lady characters, loves art. So do I. Adam, another character, loves gadgets and chemical mixtures. While I do enjoy mixing chemicals, I wish I had a thing for technology and gadgets. When I add a piece of myself to them, they feel more real.
The character I'm talking about today though, is Rudy. But I'm not talking about him specifically, moreover an experience I had two days ago that involved him.
Let's backtrack for a moment.
I struggle to draw my characters. They either don't come out like I want them to, or come out so perfect that I can't redraw it. It's been a struggle of mine that I've been fighting for a number of years now. Anyways, I finally drew Rudy. It took going through a meme-thing on DeviantArt and carefully sorting him out, but I did it. I actually did it!
And in my pride of drawing him, I decided to draw him overandoverandoverandover again. But, seeing as he's 1800+ years old, I decided to theme the drawing and illustrate him once for ever century of his life. Togas, tunics, and knighthoods were all coming into play very nicely. I had drawn a cute picture of he and his daughter Romelia, and a not so cute one where he was on the ground passed out from an attack. There were arrows sticking in him and bruises speckling his body. But it was a wonderful illustration. They were all so perfect. And then of course, something had to go wrong.
My computer has a tendency to overheat sometimes. When it does, it shuts off on itself. Needless to say, I keep it propped between two chairs at all times, with a fan blowing up from beneath it. At school though, I don't have a fan. This causes me to have to save my work a lot, and frequently rest my laptop so that it can cool down by itself and not fry its insides.
Wednesday however, while I was putting it in hibernation mode to cool itself as I went to class, it shut off. Having just put it down, I didn't notice that this had happened. When I went back to work on the drawing during a downtime in class, I tried to open it and instead of the picture, got this message:
My heart nearly stopped.
I tried to open it again. Maybe it was a mistake.
I tried to open it through the control panel.
I googled it. Apparently, it cannot be recovered. I lost it. My first attempt at drawing my character, and he was gone.
Dammit, freaking, Photoshop.
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