Another dark one. I am learning and this practice is actually doing me good. Making me think about layering to build up texture, to let go of the fine line (my downfall) and to just draw without fear.
Here are some useful websites to help you navigate the beast that is Flash CS3 …
http://www.senocular.com/flash/tutorials/as3withflashcs3/
http://www.digital-web.com/articles/captions_flash_video/
(This digital magazine may be of interest to any of you who wish to learn more about all the aspects of web design/interactive creation tools. http://www.digital-web.com/
http://www.kirupa.com/developer/flashcs3/using_xml_as3_pg1.htm … More can be found here (but remember that the actionscript 2 tricks will not work with Actionscript 3. http://www.kirupa.com/developer/flash/index.htm
I really don’t know what I’m doing. I start without a plan and just follow where the lines lead.
The drawing I put up a while ago was cropped. Here’s the drawing as I drew it.
One that i’ve needed for a long long time. A pen tablet. i got the Wacom Intuous 3 six by eleven inch tablet. The thing rocks. I even made a drawing. (note to all, I can’t draw…).
I drew a boat.
a nice boat.
happy friday.
Luke Harding reports on Russia’s male life expectancy crisis | World news | The Guardian: “This is a community solely of old ladies. The village’s last male inhabitant died in 2007. The scene is being repeated across Russia, the world’s biggest country, where there are at least 34,000 villages inhabited by 10 people or fewer, almost all of them old women.”
Sigh.
I left the house before sunrise this morning. The quietness, the fog and the fact that there was no one around made me pause and take a picture from my front step.
As I was reaching into my bag for the camera, a woman passed with her dog on her way to the park. My neighbour came out of his house with his wife and started his car. (Pardon the possessive pronoun there, he is of that age where it applies, which is funny ’cause she works but he doesn’t.)
I kept the camera out and walked to the streetcar stop. The street was empty. It was just starting to brighten up a little in the East. So I took another photograph.
It was so peaceful and quiet. Almost as if I were in a quiet village in the countryside. Then I got on the streetcar. There were about 5 people on the streetcar. One of whom was very very drunk. And 19 years old. Trying to get home. He also needed to talk to everyone and was desperate for a cigarette. He was harmless. He spent most of the trip (when he wasn’t lurching precariously up and down the aisle) sitting in the front seat carrying on a monologue with the driver. I was very surprised when we got to University, when the streetcar driver carefully gave him directions to the subway. He repeated himself often to make certain that the guy wouldn’t get lost.
This is a lovely city.
