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Your name?
Anya

When did you start drawing?
I think I was drawing inside the womb hahaha. I have no clue when I started because I remember drawing throughout my life.

Which hand do you use for drawing?
My right.

Which is easier to draw - male or female?
Hmm, tough one. I tend to draw the unisex. hahaha. Oh I don't know, I used to draw only women but I have changed my preferences.

Which is easier to draw - long hair or short hair?
They are basically the same. for me.

Is it easier to draw the head facing towards the right or the left?
Mine always face left. I can draw them the other way it's just natural to make them face left.

Is it easier to draw the side view of the face or the front view?
I guess profile is easier for me. Especially with doodles, they just come out better if it's the side of their face and not the front.

What do you have problems in drawing?
I have problems drawing realistic hair a lot. I just can't get it to look the way I want it sometimes.

What do you like to draw?
Strange random creatures and people with character. Or just pretty photos I want to get on paper. Pretty much anything really.

Are you a traditional artist or a digital artist?
Traditional. I do need to learn digital though. I don't want to be a digital artist there are just some things that can only be done digitally.

Where do you start drawing from?
Sometimes the legs, sometimes the head.

What is your drawing habit that you are aware of?
I dont know, anyone else know?

Any tips for coloring/shading?
Many colors are not what they seem. You're mind may say it's brown or something when it is really an orange. You have to analyze closely. Also if you are drawing realistic humans, I've noticed, they are a lot shorter and fatter than you realise, but it makes them look more realistic sometimes, even a thin tall person you would be surprised at how fat and short they are. Well at least I am. It just gives them more weight and look less floaty.

How long does it take to finish a piece of art?
Hahaha from a minute to a month. Depends. My animal sculptures take months, paintings take days, and drawings take hours, doodles take minutes.

What music do you listen to while you draw?
What ever is in the stereo.

How long does it take you to come up with an idea?
They come quickly, a finished idea might take awhile but just getting the gist of something I want to do takes a second, it usually is manipulated as I start working on it.

Your favorite drawing utensils?
I like good pens and ebony pencils, a normal pencil is fine too, I just like the darkness of the ebonys

Your favorite color/the color that you use a lot?
My favorite color is turquoise, the color I use a lot is I guess green if you don't count the gray graphite and black pen.

Your favorite style(s)?
I love realism and surrealism in paintings but I also love colorful expressive things too. I love Edward Gorey's style it is pure wonder. I am not as big on abstract if it's just cubes of color or something like that, i love something I can stare again and again and see a new thing every time.

What kind of artist are you aiming for?
Unique art, stuff you can look at and that makes you think and question things.

Here's for you Since you wanted it.

]]> ~clue-fiddle http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/26454531/ http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/26454531/ Fri, 07 Aug 2009 22:02:28 PDT I got an easel for one. I really needed it, but I also had my first surprise party ever! and also the first party with friends, the rest have only been with family. I had fun even though i lost every game I played there, except the one where we didn't have a team. Ih, it happens. I had three parties in total, the first being for my dad's, the second was the surprise party, and the third being for my mom's. they were all a blast.
I have been in the construction of a thestral mask from Harry Potter. I will wear it for Halloween and/or the next premier hehe. I was just going to have a stationary head, but then I accidentally figured out how to make it's jaw move, so now I can make it talk. of course, the mouth of it moves opposite of my mouth, but whatever. It was more than I was expecting. I will post it on here when it is finished.
I have so many things to do for people, I'm overwhelmed. I have to paint like five shirts and paint a huge canvas. I have to paint a rock haha and I have so many other projects I'd like to get done for myself, but I have to finish the huge painting by the end of the summer and the shirts I don't want to hold up for too long. Ahhhh!
I'll just work it out the best I can.

]]> ~clue-fiddle http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/26031481/ http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/26031481/ Sat, 18 Jul 2009 18:36:13 PDT The main thing I have worked on has been Cease and that took me two days, I took that picture and knew I wanted to paint it so I did. Normally I can't gather the motivation to do such things. If anyone has any cool suggestions for me please share. I might not get to it for awhile but it may motivate me to do something.
My birthday is coming in like two to three weeks. I don't want much. I really really do need an easel.
I saw the Harry Potter premier, I for the most part enjoyed it, I can't say I have a rightful opinion being that I've only seen the first and second movies. I have read all the books though. I need to get up to date on my harry potter knowledge.
It's funny how this is my eleventh journal entry and I've had this for more than a year.
It really doesn't matter if you read this or not. It's just an update and a chance to talk to some of you. Now I have to look forward to fall play auditions, my heart skips a few beats just saying that. ihhh. I love you all

hebarensea, iquiblc, sc, ar, snelt, iblooody
Just a few words made up playing Up words.

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Almmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm almmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

(meditates)

]]> ~clue-fiddle http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/24897377/ http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/24897377/ Fri, 22 May 2009 20:26:23 PDT I am performing Fuel for the Furnace on the twenty eighth. We get to wear our costumes to school on the wednesday before to advertise for the show. I am painting my dress for theatre banquet. I may post that when it's finished. School is almost out!

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]]> ~clue-fiddle http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/20745407/ http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/20745407/ Mon, 29 Sep 2008 16:30:51 PDT I got this new fake fur that I am going to make some sort of spotted cat out of like my poodle. Im excited. I'm saving up my milk jugs for its insides.
I have started to but leaves on my tree project if anyone remembers it. i might be posting some literature because we have to write a page every day for english. Hopefully I will remember to check this at least every two days. I will post more artwork and photos too.
I am doing this project in art where I am making a portrait out of bones. Its not like a skeleton. Its like a normal human face just composed of random bones. Because this artist named like Archimbolo or something made portraits out of fruit and animals and stuff I am modeling it off of his work. you can look him up if you are semi interested.
With nothing else to say, i am ending this journal with a random....tumbleweed

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1. I believe in reincarnation. Im still a christian but I believe that we reincarnate into all the animals and maybe plants and then we become human. that is when we develope a religion then go into the afterlife. So all animals go to heaven in a way.

2. Sometimes I get excited about dying because I know Ill go to heaven and sometimes I just get sick of life on earth. But I would never put an end to myself. That would just be selfish to my family and friends and I don't think I would have the courage or the motivation to do it.

3. I go into small depressions after I read a book or watch a movie that is really good because I miss the characters and I wish so much to be in the story that I don't want to go back into my life. I hate the feeling, and I dont read as much as used to.

4. I grew up in a family of five full siblings and one half sibling. I am the youngest of the full siblings. I love being in a big family. there are so many good things about it. I would never want to be an only child.

5. I think you should never regret anything you do because it was all supposed to happen and it will help you in some way or another. Whether its good or bad.

6. I try to look at life as one big masterpiece. Because you know how when you look into a painting or picture you think sometimes, I wish I were there. Well think about it as, you are in a master piece right now with sculptures that actually move breathe and grow. Every tiny thing is detailed to the very molecules. Even the tiniest mud splatter or the piece of plastic bag on the side of the road is beautiful in its on way. The sound the shape, the color. its all so beautiful when you think about it.

7. I was scared to join deviantart at first. Once I actually had all of my information filled out and I was too scared to go through with it. Now it just seems stupid.

8. I believe in aliens, bigfoot, and the lochness monster.

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Oh I'm making this new thing. I got a big crepe murtle branch and took all the tiny twigs off so its smooth. Then I got clay from this construction site and I made little leaves out of it and painted them metallicy. So I'm making a tree with homemade and painted leaves. It will be soo cool. I only have batch of leaves done and I still have hundreds to go so wish me luck.

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Oh I forgot. I starting art camp tomorrow so I'll have some new stuff on here by the end of the month. And I will try to sell my t shirts at my neighbor's store. My logo is a kiwi bird.

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I have a new load of artwork from my camera and I'm going to be posting over the next few days. and yesterday my family and I took a hike on a trail by a creek and we discovered a rope over the water, it was so much fun. My mom my sister, my brother, my cousin, and I, all made it over the water without getting wet the first time. But the two oldest sisters fell in. My cousin lowered the rope because it was hard to reach, and we thought it would work better....... everyone got wet then. So it was really fun and I got videos of all the wipeouts, we all still had on shoes and clothes on over our bathingsuits when we got in so our bathing suits were pretty much pointless, but who cares, you never get to get wet in your clothes so. Yippee!

Afterwards we got snowcones and my sister pearced my ear for the third time. So now I have three peircings on one ear and one on the other. I want to get two pearcings on the other one, but for right now, I need this one to heal.

Here is a fill in on my life. And a new journal.

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I think I need a better background for this thing. I'll get one in a awhile but You really don't need to read this I just needed something new and exciting! Well not really exciting, but new so I could get away from that other journal. Oh well Here are my thoughts for now. uuuurg!

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I had always thought they were robots, just clunky metal things that had no feelings and were specially designed for your convenience. I had never treated them fairly because I knew I didn’t have to. Everybody had them. I mean, each house came with one or two depending on the size so they were basically there to be a slave, but one that obeyed every command and didn’t care how you treated it. They were the only things in life that you could do what you wanted with and you could just relax with not worrying about being nice or minding your manners. They looked like people but with no nose or mouth. They were made fully out of metal except two little eyes that were basically just circular blue lights. That’s what I thought . . . . . . until now.
Until now I had been the average 17 year old kid: both male and female, average grades in school, average looks. I was just another number, another source of money. Nobody cared who I was or what I liked. I was just another forgotten face among the billions. All the teachers told you that if you did well in school, you would have a wonderful life and you would grow up happily, healthy and have spouse whose life was equally as successful and wonderful as yours. They never told you what would happen if you didn’t follow the rules as closely as they liked. And so far, nobody strayed from their tight grasp. Well, that’s what I thought.
Everything you did was recorded and controlled by the teachers, bosses, coaches… etc. and every thing they did was recorded and controlled by their teacher, bosses, coaches…I could keep going but I’m not writing this just to bore you in the end. The point is that everybody was controlled by, what eventually ends up being, the government.
The government part didn’t occur to me at the time, and I was sick of the teachers and parents that were in charge of every tiny moment of my life. I wanted a change. I wanted to stand out. I wanted to escape the pier pressure of what people expected of you. I wanted to do what I wanted. Who cares if I didn’t have a successful life, at least it would be more interesting. That’s what I thought.
Now that I look back on my thoughts, I was so stupid, I didn’t even think of why no one tried to run away before, or why you never heard of anyone doing it. I was too busy imagining how much freedom I’d have if I disobeyed the rules and did my own thing. I was so caught up in disobeying that I didn’t notice any of the vital clues that slipped right in front of my eyes.
You don’t know how many times I’ve wished and prayed just to go back and retry. I should have followed the rules, taken the hints, and lived the rest of my days in a happy, successful, wonderful life, but instead I had to ruin it with childish dreams that could never be. I wish I could have just followed the rules, but wishes like that never come true. Instead I am controlled more than I would have been in my life that everyone wanted me to have. You just can’t change your screw ups. Once you look bad, you always look bad. No matter what you do, it will catch up to you. No matter how much you wish it didn’t happen, it did, and your life will always suck from the moment your little rebellious self strays from the path they want you to take, to the moment your eyes close forever. Of course in my case it’s more like darken forever. And my life sucks so much; I can’t wait for that moment.
So, I did some research on places I’d like to run away to. None of the places I liked seemed logical; they were either too far, too crowded, or too obvious, none of them suited what I was looking for. After another week of getting nowhere, I decided I would just pack my bags and figure things out as I went along.
As I look back, I wonder how I could have thought it was that easy. What I was doing required immense planning and secrecy. And even then there were low chances that you wouldn’t be caught and sentenced to a life of no rights and opinions. A life where the only thing you can do is replay memories of the past and wish that you could have done different. A life where nobody cares about you or knows who you are. A life that I have now.
I set out with the few belongings that I could carry at exactly 2:30 a.m. that was usually after all the cops stopped looking for kids out past curfew. I found my way to the wildlife reserve near our neighborhood. As I passed it, old memories of the animals in it triggered a small pang of guilt. I didn’t stop though; because that was a place I thought would be too obvious to hide in, and I was probably right.
After hours of walking, I came to a shabby vacant house that looked like it hadn’t been touched in a long time. So I thought I’d stop, because you didn’t run into run down buildings very often.
The place smelled strongly of metal and decay. I almost couldn’t stand it. The two combined smells made a suggestion of dead... ]]> ~clue-fiddle http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/17978750/ http://clue-fiddle.deviantart.com/journal/17978750/ Tue, 22 Apr 2008 15:56:53 PDT
You can feel the tension thrumming in the air like a lute string ready to snap. White powdered snow rounds the sharpness of corners, making everything seem peaceful and harmless but we do not let the illusion fool us, for the cave of the dragon is in view. The party of seven slayers walks gingerly in the muffling snow; one snap of a twig is vital; the dragon would hear. Trees surround us, reaching low, attempting to grab us, make us sound, but nothing stirs as we stalk up to the cave; the entire forest is waiting for death.
Slowly, we edge into the mouth of the monster’s cave. A wave of intense heat engulfs us, a relief against the icy silenced forest. As if in a trance, we stop and let the heat melt into our faces, down our spines, and to the marrow of our bones. It feels as if we are melting into the cave walls themselves. Our eyes gradually close, exposing our bodies to the wondrous feeling of warmth. I want to stay hear forever, never having to face the cold winds across the dead forest or see the hideous dragon. The Dragon! We are reminded of what we came for. We are hungry for a kill now, anxious to move on. We step deeper into the cave; the heat gets more intense, almost overwhelming. We are tempted to shed off our winter wear, but we know that it would be like exposing our necks to a viper’s fangs in our situation.
The light from the forest fades into a dot and then….black. We walk on the balls of our feet to brace ourselves if we get off balance and to ready for an attack. Our weapons are drawn. The heat is sweltering. It feels as if we are being cooked alive in an enormous oven. Suddenly, we feel a wall in front of us. A trap!? No, a turn. There is a faint glow to our left and we can now see the walls the dank cave. We smell a horrid sulfuric odor and we find the first traces of dragon. Crumbling piles of feces look almost like small stalagmites in the shadowy glow of the caverns ahead. Our faces reflect the glow eerily from our profuse sweating. Now the cold forest would be the relief.
The glow gets brighter, smoke starts fogging our vision and making our noses and eyes sting. I have a strong urge to cough, but one of the slayers motions us to crawl. Now, underneath the smoke, we can see a body slowly rising and falling. It must be sleeping. But as we get closer, we see that it is breathing fire to keep warm. The dragon’s back is facing us; we crawl closer. Each blow of fire is like each beat of our hearts. In just seconds one of us will make our move.
I am at the dragon’s side crawling closer to get to its neck, but a foot slips on gravel. It is now or never. Just as its massive head starts turning, I plunge my blade between its ribs under the wing. The dragon screams and steps backwards onto my foot, I can feel my bones crushing under the weight. In surprise, I let go of my sword and collapse on the floor.
The other six have already gone into action, stabbing, slicing, and hacking at its feet so it can’t grab them or run away. In a way the slayers look like dragons themselves with the fire reflecting off their faces and eyes. They look devilish. The dragon roles on its side, burying my sword in the ground. All I can do is watch. It catches one of the slayer’s stomachs in its teeth and shakes his body in halves. Blood splatters like a soft rain. It reminds me how cruel and savage these monsters are. An axe plunges down onto its jaw, and slices it half way through. With a furious roar, the dragon lets out an explosion of fire onto the man, and he crumples down in a pile of burnt flesh. The dragon uses its last defense and swings its tail at its attacker’s heads. Screams echo through the cave; dragon, and human. Two men are still standing. The dragon is about to make another blow with its tail, but one slice of a sword and half its tail is gone. It lets out one more scream, and with no more defenses, the dragon lays its head down on the scorching hot floor of the cave, giving up in defeat.
We three survivors just stare at the dying beast. The fire dies down and you can see nothing in the cave but shadows and glowing embers reflecting off the pools of blood. The heat and exhaustion finally kick in again. A man turns on a lantern and starts to spit on the fire, but looking closely at the embers, we see that the dragon was not burning wood; there was an egg in the ashes of the fire. The dragon was keeping its baby warm.
“Kill it!” he screams and grabs a battle axe. He swings it in his hand directly on the egg. The shell shatters like a fallen wineglass and with it, the dragon screams long and painfully. But this horrid sound was not the savage roar of a beast; it was more the cry of a screaming mother seeing her baby killed in front of her very eyes. It shocked us all, and when her screams finally faded, the victory of the moment did too. All that was left behind was emptiness, emptiness and sorrow with her scream echoing over and... ]]> ~clue-fiddle