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The portrait/letter Katara sends to Zuko in Raynestorm's 'He stares at the water' [link]
It's of their illegitimate daughter, Nozomi. The scanner butchered it. It was a lot better shaded in my sketch book. I probably should have cropped it a bit more though. I used an image of Zuko from 'The Storm' as a reference. Seriously, did anyone else notice how feminine he looks in those memories? ------------------ Avatar (c) Mike, Bryan and Nick Nozomi (c) Raynestorm |
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January 26, 2007
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you're talented
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[ Creativity is allowing oneself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep. ]
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A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having. And I'm so glad Mike and Bryan appreciate this fact.
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"Do you always talk to your computer, Daria?"
"Only when the refrigerator is mad at me."
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"Do you always talk to your computer, Daria?"
"Only when the refrigerator is mad at me."
And I know exactly what you mean. I just end up drawing her eyes in behind anyway. What annoys me more is that no matter how many times I erase and redraw them, one loopy is always noticeably longer and noticeably thicker than the other one. It is So Infuriating.
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A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having. And I'm so glad Mike and Bryan appreciate this fact.
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"Do you always talk to your computer, Daria?"
"Only when the refrigerator is mad at me."
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O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
-William Butler Yeats
Yes, another delayed response. Heh. Oops ^_^ Glad you like it.
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A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having. And I'm so glad Mike and Bryan appreciate this fact.
And I do like it lots. ^_^
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O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
-William Butler Yeats
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