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Kayko grew up living in the shack in the center.
The one to the right of it was built by habitat for humanity, then added on to by the owners with shotty additions.
btw you should meet his adoptive his parents. You'll never see a happier couple
~Picture taken recently from a railroad bridge
The one to the right of it was built by habitat for humanity, then added on to by the owners with shotty additions.
btw you should meet his adoptive his parents. You'll never see a happier couple
~Picture taken recently from a railroad bridge
Category All / Scenery
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 969px
File Size 165.2 kB
So bright and whipping with life... Wonderful pic. :)
Have you ever wondered about doing inks?
And indeed, slums are the natural habitat of sentient creatures.
http://www.diskusije.net/ex-yu/romi.....eogradu-12865/
Have you ever wondered about doing inks?
And indeed, slums are the natural habitat of sentient creatures.
http://www.diskusije.net/ex-yu/romi.....eogradu-12865/
Maybe try digital? Unlimited erase. :D
When using a thicker paper ("hammer") you can use a razor or a sharp knife to erase ink. Or correction fluid (whatever it's called). Once you've satisfied with pencils, proceed to inking. No drawing is perfect, and no need for it to be. :)
Slums... Eh, the reason slips me here. Maybe it's because of closeness - people everywhere? Maybe because of dispossession - not having anything, not worrying about stuff. Maybe because people who grow up in slums learn to cope with other people, learn to enjoy their company and adapt to whatever circumstances you throw them in; living in the moment, they don't fear the upper class or police or anyone. Maybe it's the closeness of death - when you can die tomorrow from a 7.62mm round, or from an overdose, or by internal hemorrhage induced from severe beating - you tend to cherish life like every day might be the last. There's no abstract thinking in the slums; no advanced mathematics, no social engineering, no investment banking. Instead of talking to machines, you talk to people. Rather than typing on the keyboard or sliding a finger down the touchscreen, instead you'd squeeze the shoulder of a town shaman, or pull the tail of a rent-boy in a burrow around the corner. It's... I'm not entitled to say this, no. But it seems like life the way it's meant to be lived. Sometimes one just knows things, intrinsically, like knowing a sexuality, preferred food, or a place, perhaps.
Eeeep. Wall of text.
When using a thicker paper ("hammer") you can use a razor or a sharp knife to erase ink. Or correction fluid (whatever it's called). Once you've satisfied with pencils, proceed to inking. No drawing is perfect, and no need for it to be. :)
Slums... Eh, the reason slips me here. Maybe it's because of closeness - people everywhere? Maybe because of dispossession - not having anything, not worrying about stuff. Maybe because people who grow up in slums learn to cope with other people, learn to enjoy their company and adapt to whatever circumstances you throw them in; living in the moment, they don't fear the upper class or police or anyone. Maybe it's the closeness of death - when you can die tomorrow from a 7.62mm round, or from an overdose, or by internal hemorrhage induced from severe beating - you tend to cherish life like every day might be the last. There's no abstract thinking in the slums; no advanced mathematics, no social engineering, no investment banking. Instead of talking to machines, you talk to people. Rather than typing on the keyboard or sliding a finger down the touchscreen, instead you'd squeeze the shoulder of a town shaman, or pull the tail of a rent-boy in a burrow around the corner. It's... I'm not entitled to say this, no. But it seems like life the way it's meant to be lived. Sometimes one just knows things, intrinsically, like knowing a sexuality, preferred food, or a place, perhaps.
Eeeep. Wall of text.
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