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WIPs of all shapes and sizes
Art!
A commission that I actually might finish this time! ...if Painter doesn't collapse from the massive RAM-age.
Closeup to the EXTREEEEME
I'm trying to learn from Anry, does it show?
Writing!
Though she had expected to spend much of her time missing Link's presence, Zelda found herself well-distracted by her increasing load of responsibilities. The King had largely recovered from his wounds since Ganondorf's thwarted coup, though he still tired easily and often called on his daughter to manage minor court duties, saying that she needed the practice sooner than later. In addition to her usual lessons of history, letters, and basic geography, Impa had insisted that Zelda begin studying diplomatic tactics to prepare for her new burdens. It was fascinating but difficult material to digest, and even when Zelda dozed off to half-conscious dreams at night, her mind was left cluttered with baited words and delicate courtesies to unravel like some great mess of a Skulltula web.
Late fall brought the Princess's birthday, an easy excuse for one of the numerous end-of-year feasts in the castle. Impatient as she always was for such pompous events, Zelda slipped away just after the third jewel-encrusted brooch that night was presented by some favor-seeking noble she had never before met. She darted for the garden as soon as she was out of sight, deftly avoiding the few servants on the way to her habitual sanctuary. Ducking behind wide columns and into shadowed alcoves was easy game after a whole summer of practice.
The air outdoors was bitingly chilly, but Zelda found it preferable to the increasingly stuffy atmosphere in the castle's main hall. She wove her way between the familiar plants, not caring if she caught her skirt on errant twigs. Only a few limp blossoms remained amidst the bushes, most having succumbed to the autumn frost. They would have to be replanted come spring. /I wonder if I could plant snowflowers here,/ Zelda thought idly, brushing a dried leaf from its branch. /I should've asked Link before he left.../
"You've escaped again, Princess."
The abrupt voice would have startled her when she was a few years younger, but Zelda merely stifled a sigh. "Must I go back, Impa?"
"Participating in - and tolerating - all the moores of social occasions is also a valuable skill for any future ruler of the country." The Sheikah woman gestured for Zelda to follow, and the princess obeyed grudgingly.
"It isn't as if I haven't attended my share of them already," Zelda grumbled as she brushed off her skirt. "I pay attention to all the ceremonies and important meetings and everything. But there's no practical purpose for the birthday banquets, Impa. It's just a chance for the men to get drunk and the women to show off their wealth."
Impa chuckled. "Indeed, both have taken place to most parties' satisfaction."
"So why am I going back there? Hasn't everyone passed out from the wine already?"
"We are not returning to the feast, Zelda. It is almost bedtime for you. However, there is something I need to discuss with you."
"Not the etiquitte lecture again, Impa, I already did my reading--"
"No, my impatient little princess. This is about your future training."
Argh, this chapter is boring. No wonder it's not getting done.
Travel!
Tomorrow I'll be hopping on the train to Shanghai! A couple days after that I'll be on a plane back home! Looking forward to life without mosquitos and squatting toilets! ^^;;
A commission that I actually might finish this time! ...if Painter doesn't collapse from the massive RAM-age.
Closeup to the EXTREEEEME
I'm trying to learn from Anry, does it show?
Writing!
Though she had expected to spend much of her time missing Link's presence, Zelda found herself well-distracted by her increasing load of responsibilities. The King had largely recovered from his wounds since Ganondorf's thwarted coup, though he still tired easily and often called on his daughter to manage minor court duties, saying that she needed the practice sooner than later. In addition to her usual lessons of history, letters, and basic geography, Impa had insisted that Zelda begin studying diplomatic tactics to prepare for her new burdens. It was fascinating but difficult material to digest, and even when Zelda dozed off to half-conscious dreams at night, her mind was left cluttered with baited words and delicate courtesies to unravel like some great mess of a Skulltula web.
Late fall brought the Princess's birthday, an easy excuse for one of the numerous end-of-year feasts in the castle. Impatient as she always was for such pompous events, Zelda slipped away just after the third jewel-encrusted brooch that night was presented by some favor-seeking noble she had never before met. She darted for the garden as soon as she was out of sight, deftly avoiding the few servants on the way to her habitual sanctuary. Ducking behind wide columns and into shadowed alcoves was easy game after a whole summer of practice.
The air outdoors was bitingly chilly, but Zelda found it preferable to the increasingly stuffy atmosphere in the castle's main hall. She wove her way between the familiar plants, not caring if she caught her skirt on errant twigs. Only a few limp blossoms remained amidst the bushes, most having succumbed to the autumn frost. They would have to be replanted come spring. /I wonder if I could plant snowflowers here,/ Zelda thought idly, brushing a dried leaf from its branch. /I should've asked Link before he left.../
"You've escaped again, Princess."
The abrupt voice would have startled her when she was a few years younger, but Zelda merely stifled a sigh. "Must I go back, Impa?"
"Participating in - and tolerating - all the moores of social occasions is also a valuable skill for any future ruler of the country." The Sheikah woman gestured for Zelda to follow, and the princess obeyed grudgingly.
"It isn't as if I haven't attended my share of them already," Zelda grumbled as she brushed off her skirt. "I pay attention to all the ceremonies and important meetings and everything. But there's no practical purpose for the birthday banquets, Impa. It's just a chance for the men to get drunk and the women to show off their wealth."
Impa chuckled. "Indeed, both have taken place to most parties' satisfaction."
"So why am I going back there? Hasn't everyone passed out from the wine already?"
"We are not returning to the feast, Zelda. It is almost bedtime for you. However, there is something I need to discuss with you."
"Not the etiquitte lecture again, Impa, I already did my reading--"
"No, my impatient little princess. This is about your future training."
Argh, this chapter is boring. No wonder it's not getting done.
Travel!
Tomorrow I'll be hopping on the train to Shanghai! A couple days after that I'll be on a plane back home! Looking forward to life without mosquitos and squatting toilets! ^^;;
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That's rather like my sister with photoshop. My dad upgraded the hardware in her computer, and then let her loose on it. A quick scribble on the tablet (with a 2000x2000 image size, and some insanely large brush), and 5 minutes later Photoshop is still churning away.
Recently she's ended up with photoshop files in the 100-200MB area. She's still yet to trump the 350MB photoshop file I made once.
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My last Painter file was 439MB. Take that. ;)
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If you're working with files *that* big, then 512MB is not enough. Go up to 1GB of memory, and you should see a nice speed boost as Windows won't have to do anywhere near enough swapping.
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This commission is 211MB so far, so not as bad as the last pic. Yet. Someday I want to do paintings that are like 7000x10000 ;)
Hawjeah, Highness
HOWEVER...
MORE FANGIRL SQUEALING! -squeal-
And I can't spell squeel/squeal.
You're on a creative streak, m'lady Nendil-sama. (Yes! The redundancy!) Your art is killer, it really is. I've also introduced some of my friends to your work... and I think you've acquired a few more fans. So go figure.
I also went to Anry's site, and that made me feel like a total geek. Mostly because I clicked the wrong link, wound up on the page full of Intuos2 pictures and... um... gothyperfromthepicturesofthegiantprettySWEETexpensivehighqualitytabletness.
-deep breath- So yeah. I'm a tech junkie getting way too addicted to digital art and MAKING digital... almost... art...
Re: Hawjeah, Highness
You're not missing much, unless you want to see how much I improved on the second version of start-of-chapter-4. XP Actually, they were respectively the first half and second half of the chapter, but now I chopped off the effing boring first half and surgically attached chapter 5.
I've also introduced some of my friends to your work...
Thanks! I hope they won't be disappointed with my overly slow update rate =D
giantprettySWEETexpensivehighqualitytabletness
I'm still working with a 5"x4" Graphire2, believe it or not. It still serves me well but someday I'll have something really sensitive 'n fancy!
Re: Hawjeah, Highness
I'm working on a 9x12 Aiptek model... and getting fed-up with it...
DX But it was like, only a third of the price of the one I wanted so I didn't want to wait like... years... which is what it'll take me to save for it...
-sigh-
(I want a 6x8 Intuos3 >.x If that's not dreaming, I don't know what is!)