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Tips to avoid art blockHello everyone! It's been an awful ammout of time since I last wrote a journal, lately I just do stuff like features, giveaways, memes and etc, but today I feel like bringing back the old good journals I used to write.Tips to avoid art block by Libertades
Today I wanted to focus on tips to battle art block since... well, I see so many blocked artists lately and my friends get upset over it... also these are tips I actually use to avoid block, this will NOT guarantee you not getting an art block but I do hope this is helpful.
Art block... that annoying moment when you're drawing (or even if you are not) and all of your ideas fade away, as if you were unable to draw without having either cretivity, motivation or sense of anatomy (messy results), so I'll bring you these tips you can apply each time you feel like an art block is coming...
Tips before the block!
1. Don't keep it up!
I'm sure you've had that one time you were drawing something happi
Monthly Features for my watchers *EDIT*Hi.Monthly Features for my watchers *EDIT* by Libertades
Glad I got your attention! Because if you're my watcher, I need it
So as the title says, I've decided to start an interesting thing: feature my watchers each month!
Guys... I need to tell you something first:
I'm in awe with all of you, some my watchers, some a little bit more of friends... you've all supported me! A little while ago I was lonely in DA, I'd always be bored and depressed over so many small things and even though I used to become one of those awesome, cool popular artists like :icongriffsnuff: or :icontatchit: or :iconpurplekecleon: or even :icontuooneo:! Which I remember from many DDs, great things I admire and stuff else. But meh... I'm just Libertades from DA, but you know what? I'm happy because so many things have happened and I've took the initiative to watch a lot of people, help them improve and be more sociable, which has lead me to meet you guys.
I've improved greatly, thanks to some critiques and good pals that often request
Points giveaway WINNERS!Thank you averyone for joining! I loved to hear your stories and meet new peoplePoints giveaway WINNERS! by Libertades
Like I said, There will be:
1st place: 50
2nd and 3rd place: 10 + watch.
And so let the show finish!
the first place is for...KeplerNova and story!:
"And here's my story:
I took my first ski lessons when I was five years old. After a few lessons, my father (who used to ski all over Europe) decided that he would go halfway down the ski slope and catch me when I came past in case I couldn't stop at the bottom of the slope. As I came towards him, he got ready to catch me, and I turned and went past him instead because I didn't know what he was doing. He turned to try to catch me, and he twisted his ankle and fell over. So I looked behind me to see what happened, stopped on the middle of the slope, and asked "Daddy, what are you doing face down in the snow?""
Thank you for sharing it :g
The Lovers (story X chapter 1)"The Lovers"The Lovers (story X chapter 1) by Caw-the-rooks
There was a woman and a man standing beside the vastness of the indigo and the reflective imitation of which from the sea, hand on railings and hand in hand. They spoke and kissed and spoke again, the contents irrelevant to each other, because they loved each other so. The sun was bowing before it was enveloped by the curtains of the ocean, but it was here all week, the popular show to continue. The couple considered the scene exquisitely romantic, and indeed did many other couples. It was a July evening and it was pleasantly around room temperature, and the light breeze was also pleasant. It was all very pleasant. The woman had red hair, and the man black hair, and the woman enjoyed painting and politics, and the man boating and biology, so they inevitably had arguments about how much they loved each other; they both agreed after a long while that they hated each other, and then proceeded to have sex.
It dropped a little bit below the baseline of what would be considered
One Morning the Boat Went Missing (story X ch 2)"One morning the boat went missing"One Morning the Boat Went Missing (story X ch 2) by Caw-the-rooks
Mr Tourney was dreaming. He was dreaming of going fishing on his boat, in complete, beautiful peace. No noise but the passing water below and the sweet sound of birds above. He didn't feel any of the debilitating anxiety he did in real life either; it had been quite a simple sequence to go out of his cottage and into the open space of outside life. This differed substantially from the reality of his waking life. His cottage was situated on a very quiet cul-de-sac at the edge of the town, siding with the river, and as such did not see very many visitors if he ever slid outside on the odd occasion, except for the one or two neighbors he might coincidentally see. But this reality did not make him feel any better about the situation; rather, it made him even more furious and ashamed of himself that he was still bothered about going outside even when it was so quiet. Nevertheless he did, when the irresistible urge to do so began, go out to his back
By the Webs of My Fingers - Chapter oneNow that I am about to be murdered, I may as well tell you the story of how I got here. Whether this should hold any interest, or be a bee to a whale, I do not care either way, for there should be at least one who will hold their heart out long enough for my words to breach them.By the Webs of My Fingers - Chapter one by Caw-the-rooks
The setting, as you may well know, is set on earth. Now should this come as a surprise, I can tell you now that you won't last very long in the telling of this tale! It was by giraffe grass that I sprinted through the night, as I had carved out quite a disaster for myself: I had splintered the wasp nest. The wasps themselves, well they were the rather deranged folks of this small village. When I say small, I mean it. I mean, the nest metaphor is hardly to be taken as such, and indeed, a literal understanding gains an adequate picture of it on its own.
These people, or "people" (as you will see, the quotation marks are no trivial matter!), live in a tribe-like culture, of a place barricaded off from the rest of
MirrorI like to think mirrors areMirror by Libertades
parallel worlds that turn our directions
just like they would turn our actions,
so that both of us know know what happens
when we accept and we reject.
I like to think I don't look into oblivious
when I gaze to the mirror,
and there's me from the other side
checking if I'm okay
checking if I exist.
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