Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Searchtags and dejavu

Ahh, as an artist, every once in a while comes along something you grow really proud of. This is one is one of those. Drawn in the late night, almost 6 months ago, it remains one of my proudest moments, and its the second time I show it on the blog now. I realized I had made a slightly improved upon version since that time, and because that old entry is now hidden in the dark pages of this blog, id say it warrants a new entry! And by dark pages, I mean the entries I wrote before I revealed the blog to friends and family, entries that rarely get any attention anymore.


By all means, click me. I look even creepier in fullscreen.

A sweaty ass cyborg-ish head, thats what it is, for those wondering. Id much rather be remembered for that than the hitler-tank. What makes me say that, you ask?

That brings me to the funny shit I didnt write about last time. Bloggers have access to traffic sources, right? Like what people typed in google to get here, for example. As I said in the other entry, I recently uploaded a drawing on facebook. It was without a link to this blog, which forces those who would like to visit the blog to google for it (Because the name of the blog is... Immemorable.) And shit, you guys get by some pretty damn weird searches.


So the most common search is just regular searches including my name and the blogs name. Then we have these few stalkers that google for my full name with date of birth (Gee, you could just ask me for the link instead...).

So thats pretty regular stuff. The third most used search path is "hitlertank painting". Really guys? Is that what I will be remembered for? aww sigh :c Im still ok with this, were still friends.

BUT THEN comes along this poor little feller, who googled for "egopics", and found my blog that way. Yeah. He was probably not searching for this blog, BUT WHA THE FLYING FUCK..!? THAT WAS ONE TIME. AND IT WASNT EVEN AN EGOPIC! Not fucking funny, Google. Luckily, I dont show up with that search anymore.


Then theres a few random ones like
"victor vs bitmaps" -dafuq?
"sad sketch elvis" Now thats just mean :c
"victor crap blog" HEY!
"tall men more attractive total bullshit" Oh you.. You little motherfuckers ._. I googled it myself, thinking it couldnt be true. Turns out, though, its the topmost fucking result :#


Heres the grand finale...! 3 lucky googlers got to my blog by googling for.... "mghyuug". Yeah, thats right. You heard it. Searching for mghyuug will bring you 2 links to some weird nonsensical half-taiwanese code-charts, and a link to my blog, an entry about water and vector art... mgh-fucking-yuug.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Butterfly-eye w/o butter-

 UGH. What does one do, when one has run out of butter? On a normal day, one runs down to the store, buys some more. NOT TODAY, because today a minority of us commemorate the Holy Epiphany, and stores are closed. Douche move, God. Cursed I feel, for my bread is henceforth butterless, until the day.. Erh, tomorrow.

Despite this unfortunate bout of starvation and this general state of misery, I will write about FUN STUFF and SWEET ART. I suggest we start out with SWEET ART.


The motive? Well... Butterflies and eyes..? Idk, more like sleep deprivation, actually.

I was asked to write something about how I went on about making this one. Well, apart from the technicalities, I dont know what to tell you. I sat down while I was having a nightly snack, A5 sketchpad in hand, and I drew this thing. Then I took a picture of it, put it in the computer, deployed some Layer mask magic in gimp, slapped on a "Plasma" texture filter, darkened it, and woop. There you go. Writing tutorials is no fun when not a whole lot of people are interested anyway, so im not going to.

I used a regular ink pen, which is quite unlike me! I sorely feel that while I may be good at drawing with pencils, my technique is severely lacking when it comes to pen and markers, and its really something I should practise more often! Ive seen art drawn in markers (By people i know!) that just makes me want to burn all my wooden pencils, because all that ive been practising to do for all these years seems so trivial.




Heres the source work. The drawing is actually considerably smaller than youd expect. I can cover all of the drawing with a closed fist, its A6 size. If the screen youre using is about 100dpi (Thats about 1080p on a 22 inch screen.), then the first picture is more or less true to life size!

I uploaded the picture on facebook a couple days ago, and jesus christ, a third of all my friends liked it ._. Thats a pretty good number, yo. A reminder to me of how much I love you guys.


PS: Yeah, alright. I lied, Im not writing about FUN STUFF today. Maybe tomorrow, folks. I am depleted, tired. The only thing ive eaten all day is some leftover steak, and some microwaved pancakes, which just made me long for real pancakes more than anything else. Its a difficult life.

PPS: Yeah, Difficult. Hard is a colloquialism, and hard and difficult are not synonymous in writing. Hard just implies all the wrong things. Life isnt hard, its difficult! Next time you see someone write hard in place of difficult, go on, be a grammar nazi. Make me proud!

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Happy new year feat. YEARGIF

And a good one it was. Interesting, full of exploits, anecdotes, stories, stuff, things and a load of nice occurences. A year of new things, most of all. Like this blog, for example! In a couple months time, it will be the one year anniversary of this very blog! Woppey! Quite honestly, its been the best year of my life. Truly. I love you people. All of you, known and unknown.



So what now? 2013? And the first year of the 13th baktun... Whoah. Am I the only one seeing how this year could very well be the end of the world (Disclaimer; No, its not.)? You know, 13. Its an unlucky number, right? And things just seem to... Coincide, and in a very peculiar way. Weve got 2 Friday the 13ths this year, Sep 13, and one in december. These days will shock the world, mark my words. All the unlucky numbers align. If only there was a 13th month... We would be anally fucked a-la calendar this year.

What is all this superstition really about? There are 2 special sacred (Historical or fictional? YOU DECIDE) events connected to this number, and theyre very much alike.

In Christian belief, and according to the Bible, Judas Iscariot, the betrayer, was the 13th man to sit down at the table of the Last Supper. I hope thats all the Christian education ill have to do here...

Very interestingly, in Norse mythology (You know, Northern Europe, Thor and shit.) there was this similar dinner party. There were 12 members invited, but then Loke (Or Loki, whichever suits your translations.) showed up, bringing all the heat and shit, making for the 13th member of the party. He kinda killed some other god, and then there was this general sense of discord and chaos. Hence, 13 pretty much sucks, yeah?

Even more interestingly, both of these religious events are totally coherent with modern and ancient numerology! We know how theres alot of myths regarding numbers and such, right? Like, 7 is magical, 3 is too. 4 and 9 bode bad tidings. Well, this is not one of them. A dozen, which is 12, is, in mathemathical context, considered the perfect number. If we didnt use a system based on 10, we would use 12. It can be evenly divided by 2, 3, 4 and 6! Its perfect!

Here comes the unlucky part. Just as in the religious myths, when you add 1 to 12, shit happens. You get 13. Jesus dies, and Thors best friend is impaled on a stick. Its a called Prime number, its not evenly divisible by anything. Thats also why numerologists find this number so uncomfortable.

I think those are the most interesting stories behind the number. Theres also the 13 menstrual cycles in the average year, and some chinese wordplay, puberty, executional tradition, and such mildly interesting theories lurking about the number.



To summarize this great past year, I figured id cram a bit of every entry ive ever made into this. Heres the YEARGIF 2012!!! Oh, I feel so nostalgic. Writing a blog is awesome, even if almost no one reads it. I love it, as I love you. Yes, you, dear reader.








I hope the best of years to you!




PS. I wrote 13 exactly 13 times in this post. OH SHII-