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non c'è nulla da fare.....sono in crisi...
ma di quelle pesanti !!!
Non riesco a disegnare decentemente.. ogni cosa che disegno sembra carina, ma finisce per essere schifosa, sproporzionata... sgraziata e senza carattere...
che schifo di periodo per disegnare !!!
come uscirne...i need help !
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He was born in the bitterroot valley in the early morning rain
Wild geese over the water headin north and home again
Bringin a warm wind from the south
Bringin the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry
He never knew his father and he never did ask why
He never knew the answers that would make an easy way
But he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way
His mothers brother took him in to family and his home
Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own
And he learned to be a farmer and he learned to love the land
And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
On the eve of his 21st birthday he set out on his own
He was 30 years and runnin when he found his way back home
Ridin a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart
Said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start
Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone
Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a john
There was somethin in the city that he said he couldnt breathe
And there was somethin in the country that he said he couldnt leave
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
Now some say he was crazy and theyre glad that he is gone
But some of us miss him and well try to carry on
Giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn
Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
Music and words by John Denver
ma di quelle pesanti !!!
Non riesco a disegnare decentemente.. ogni cosa che disegno sembra carina, ma finisce per essere schifosa, sproporzionata... sgraziata e senza carattere...
che schifo di periodo per disegnare !!!
come uscirne...i need help !
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He was born in the bitterroot valley in the early morning rain
Wild geese over the water headin north and home again
Bringin a warm wind from the south
Bringin the first taste of the spring
His mother took him to her breast and softly she did sing
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
His mother died that summer and he never learned to cry
He never knew his father and he never did ask why
He never knew the answers that would make an easy way
But he learned to know the wilderness and to be a man that way
His mothers brother took him in to family and his home
Gave him a hand that he could lean on and a strength to call his own
And he learned to be a farmer and he learned to love the land
And he learned to read the seasons and he learned to make a stand
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
On the eve of his 21st birthday he set out on his own
He was 30 years and runnin when he found his way back home
Ridin a storm across the mountains and an aching in his heart
Said he came to turn the pages and to make a brand new start
Now he never told a story of the time that he was gone
Some say he was a lawyer, some say he was a john
There was somethin in the city that he said he couldnt breathe
And there was somethin in the country that he said he couldnt leave
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
Now some say he was crazy and theyre glad that he is gone
But some of us miss him and well try to carry on
Giving a voice to the forest, giving a voice to the dawn
Giving a voice to the wilderness and the land that he lived on
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
Oh montana, give this child a home
Give him the love of a good family and a woman of his own
Give him a fire in his heart, give him a light in his eyes
Give him the wild wind for a brother and the wild montana skies
Music and words by John Denver
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Eldaren
L'oscuro mietitore, il Signore del Fato, il senza pietà
Divinità Intermedia / Divinità Minore (Neutrale Puro)
L'incarnazione delle più folle paura dell'uomo, la morte, si presenta ai mortali di Shanzar come un uomo d'età indefinibile, avvolto in lunghissime veste riccamente decorate.
I lunghi capelli neri sono raccolti in una coda che gli scende fino a metà schiena.
Questa forma che assume sul suolo di Shanzar, però, non è la stessa della realtà.
Quando si trova sul suo piano divino, Eldaran assume una forma vagamente umana: un essere gigantesco, con più di 20 braccia, che tesse
Saluti !!!!
Saluti dall'Apple Store di New york, 5^ strada, New york City, NY, America :P
eh si ci sono tornato =P
Alleluia alleluia alleluia
Finally i've posted some work... :P
ok ok it's not wonderful... but i'm trying to drwaing better each time :D
Thanks to everyone that have wait for me ^^'''
.. i'm returning
I'm not dead.... ...please trust me... i'm coming back :D
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Relax! Io di solito quando entro in crisi evito direttamente di disegnare, oppure se lo faccio non ci metto chissà che impegno, giusto per scarabocchiare qualcosa. Ovviamente mi vengono degli schifi colossali quando faccio così, ma me ne frego altamente XD
Oppure prova a fare qualcos'altro per un pò di tempo, che sò.. mettiti a fare origami, impara a cucinare qualcosa, fatti una scorta di marmellate fatte in casa (io adoro fare le marmellate :Q__ ) fai qualcosa di artistico che non sia il disegno. Con me funziona abbastanza
Oppure inizia a girellare a casaccio su DA e guarda i disegni della gente per il gusto di guardarli, scordandoti assolutamente il lato critico di te stesso e guardando più alle idee e alle emozioni piuttosto che alla tecnica (io tendevo sempre a giudicare i disegni, poi ho capito che così mi rovino il gusto di godermeli) e vedi se trovi ispirazione
Oppure prova a fare qualcos'altro per un pò di tempo, che sò.. mettiti a fare origami, impara a cucinare qualcosa, fatti una scorta di marmellate fatte in casa (io adoro fare le marmellate :Q__ ) fai qualcosa di artistico che non sia il disegno. Con me funziona abbastanza
Oppure inizia a girellare a casaccio su DA e guarda i disegni della gente per il gusto di guardarli, scordandoti assolutamente il lato critico di te stesso e guardando più alle idee e alle emozioni piuttosto che alla tecnica (io tendevo sempre a giudicare i disegni, poi ho capito che così mi rovino il gusto di godermeli) e vedi se trovi ispirazione