British artist Jason Anderson creates colorful abstract paintings composed of pixelated swatches of pastel-toned oil paint. Up-close, the artist’s paintings look like blocky layers of shapes and color; but, from afar, his scenes—featuring cityscapes, roads, trains, and marinas—are revealed.
Anderson began his career as a stained glass apprentice, where he worked on restoring the windows of cathedrals. He soon progressed onto designing the glass murals himself, where he learned how to break down subject matter into “jigsaws” of colored sections. This approach still shines through in his paintings today—complex scenes are brought to life with simple shapes and careful consideration to hue and tone.
[Suzy is trying to sneak into the School Store.] Collin: *holding Suzy’s fake student ID* Who’s Starchy McManface? Suzy: The better question is… ARE YOU A NARC?
hey guys! im going to be taking commissions indefinitely for a while to bring in some extra money to help with the finances.
these commissions are by default colored, shaded, and always rendered to look elegant and pretty! i will do single character and couple shots for these, however options of a third character/person in the image is open for discussion, it just depends on the commission itself if i take it and how i adjust the price.
all of the information is pretty much in the image, however i do have some disclaimers to add:
all payments are done upfront and through paypal
i keep in frequent contact with my clients regarding the status of their commission(s) as well as updates of the art process of the image (ie, sketch wip, lineart, edits, etc) that way if my client wants to edit or make any changes to the drawing before its in its final stages i am able to make it happen for you.
i have the right to refuse any commission i do not wish to do.
there are a few things that i will not do at all which are:
gore
robots (excluding humanoid androids)
furries (i cannot draw them well therefore i do not wish to charge money for my mediocre work)
if you are interested in a commission from me please DM me here on tumblr! if you can’t afford a commission please spread this post around and continue reblogging my art because that support is important too! thank you all and i look forward to working with everyone.
*you can order more than one commission, however it will be a still-image portrait style like the examples, not in comic form
no slots, i will accept them as they come for however long they are open.
You, a human, were accidentally assigned dorms typically reserved for non-human students, and while your roommates are great, they keep trying to get you to reveal your monster form. You wonder who its gonna be harder to explain to, them, or the housing office
speaking of peeing the bed it’s been long enough that i can tell this story publicly. in high school i went to a party at some house with no adults, as you sometimes would, and at the end of the night like 10 people all clonked out together in the same bed. fully clothed, one of those teenage moments where you’re like wow heehee how rule-breaking, because sure a lot of our parents wouldn’t like us sleeping in a bed with a bunch of other teenagers and no adult supervision blah blah. fond memories. anyway.
i’m an extremely light sleeper, so i barely slept, and sometime around 6 am, i woke up to a girl totally panicking, very quietly, because she peed the bed in her sleep. and listen. this wasn’t a group of mean kids by any measure. but there’s no level of kindness or understanding in the world that will make peeing the bed when you’re 17, surrounded by people you only sort of know, a gentle blow.
so i sat up and she was like “oh my god” and I signaled at her to be absolutely silent and I said I’d be right back. And I crawled over everyone and out of the bed like a stupid cat.
and the thing is, by senior year i wasn’t getting bullied much anymore. i was generally pretty well liked by my peers, but, if this makes sense, people still didn’t always expect very much from me. i was still figuring out how to mask (autistic) and i still often said or did something that made everyone remember i’m weird and they’d just be like “well. that’s story for you. i guess.” and for the most part i’d become pretty secure in that.
so what i’m saying is i had nothing to lose and this girl had everything to lose.
so i went downstairs and i made tomato soup. and by “made” i mean i put a whole can of tomato soup in a too-small mug and microwaved it until it was lukewarm so as to be convincingly “made” but not so hot to burn someone.
and then i walked back upstairs, and no longer like a cat, i clumsily “attempted” to crawl back into bed, loudly lost my balance, and spilled tomato soup all over the girl and her lap and several other people’s laps and heads and the mattress.
everyone woke up confused and anguished and i was like, “oh my god, I’m so sorry. I just got really hungry and it’s all i could find.”
and everyone immediately accepted with absolutely no further questions that I would go downstairs, make tomato soup at 6 am,and bring it back to bed. everyone just begrudgingly climbed onto the floor and went back to sleep while I put the bedding right into the laundry.
i don’t even know this girl’s name. i only remembered this story recently because i’m in my hometown for a few months and recently a high school acquaintance said, “hey. do you remember spilling soup on everyone after prom? why did you do that?” and for a moment i genuinely did not and i stared at them completely dumbfounded while the memory loaded and then i started laughing too hard to answer for 2 minutes.
the best part is i can tell this story, and even if it reaches the people who were there, none of them will know which one of them peed the bed. thanks to tomato soup.
people keep pointing out how bewildering this must have been from her point of view and it’s making me laugh to tears. i never considered it. i had such a solid plan in my head. i went downstairs to find something to dump on the bed and when i saw the tomato soup i knew it was perfect because it has a distinct smell that would cover anything else and a color which would do the same.
i was so focused on my mission that in the 14 years since i’ve never once considered what it must have been like for her to decide to trust me because she had no other options, sit there in anguish for three minutes, and then watch me walk back into the room and dump soup on everyone.
How is bnha anime of the decade…… they aren’t even anime of the hour of the minute of the second
The notes on this post were so toxic that staff just axed em
1969………
Yes, when the original post is deleted from the server (not just the blog, but the Tumblr servers), there is no root post for notes to be added onto, and also no root post for time to be counted from, so it starts from zero. Most computer operating systems use Unix, which was launched in 1971 with t.he epoch date of midnight on January 1, 1970 as 1. Therefore zero is one second behind that date: December 31, 1969. Also, very unfortunately, this also means nobody except you and anyone you reblog it to will see this explanation, as you cannot open the notes to see comments when there are no notes.
I seriously do not get how people don’t understand this. The absolute dependence so many have with AI, so quickly, is utterly baffling. They’ve completely given up all thought, all pursuit, all effort because it’s the Cool New Thing.
We will NEVER be able to look at content online any more without thinking “Is this AI?”.
From funny voices and videos of famous people playing CoD, to fake smear campaigns, product placements and scams using those very same voices and faces.
How about academics? Why bother writing a paper on a subject when AI can do it for you? Teachers not bothering to create course work because it’s easier to have an AI plan a lesson for you. Doesn’t matter if the information is incorrect because the person checking the work isn’t real! It’s yet another AI, working off of the same bungled data that yours spewed information from.
People are giving up the very idea of THINKING, of CREATIVITY and CONNECTION to a machine purely for the sake of convenience.
Tech-bros stopped reinventing the train for once, instead they created The Torment Nexus
We all thought it was going to be some over the top, horrid machine of endless pointed blades. It’s not. It’s a recursive river of information, slowly poisoning itself on it’s own bad data while people unknowingly or without care, drink from it deeply.
People will suffer, knowledge will be lost and those terrible few will use it to obscure their crimes more so than they already do.
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