trying not to be depressed over this, but genuinely there is nowhere for small artists like me to go anymore. no one reblogs shit on tumblr anymore, fandom or original content, twitter’s algorithm is specifically only for people/posts with thousands of followers and notifs, instagram is littered with ads and toxicity. fuck facebook. pillowfort isnt big enough yet so no one uses it….i suck at patreon because i am not consistent or diverse enough to ask people for money just to see my art like….i genuinely hate the fact that art has turned into capitalism. i hate the captilization of the internet i hate it so much
and like, EVERY artist is having this problem everywhere. bigger, more known artists too are losing traction or overworking themselves to bump out content like theyre a machine because capitalism demands it. viewers scarf down content like a starving creature and then leave artists bone dry and exhausted. so think, if this is happening to bigger artists, imagine what its like for small artists. the artists who go unrecognized and unappreciated because no one sees their art because no one is circulating content.
reblogs on this site are so necessary, likes are nice but im sorry they are Not enough. if you like a post, reblog it. if u like an art piece, reblog it. im not saying u HAVE to reblog every single post that tickles u pink but it sure would be nice for artists to know their work is appreciated, or hell even just seen. my online experience used to be fun, now its lonely and heartbreaking because everyone is consuming media at the speed of light and moving on to the next thing within days to a week. let things simmer in your system for a while, let yourself focus on one thing for five minutes instead of deciding that once its been out for a month and youve consumed a piece of media, its no longer the “hot new thing” and no longer worth your time. its so shallow and also not even fun. fandom, art, and media is supposed to be about having fun pursuing your passions. now everything is a cash grab. please please do not let this trend among the art community continue.
support artists. support content creators. fuck the mega corps. and remember, be creative yourself. its good for the brain.
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drew her with fangs
Roland Orzabal (from Tears for Fears), before & today.
Roland Orzabal, Tears For Fears
Curt Smith, Tears for Fears
graphite sur papier
Colorisation Photoshop
Finally finished my biggest design project yet. This is Lina, an innkeeper and an old character of mine. She’s about 10 years older here (early 30s) and finally learned to be comfortable with her body and much more confident.
I’m in love with her design and really digging her personality!
when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid” and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.
she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink.
“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”
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Yes. Of course I did a gif set of Raoul 🤍🌻
He literally has the same hair just ghost white.
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Que monada!!!😍 Amé este gran trabajo realizado a mano por Daniella Ruby Richards 👏👏👏sueño con tener unos para mi! Y ojalá pueda hacerme uno algún día.
That’s just adorable!
Okay, now that I can collect my thoughts, I can now express how my experience of going to see Tears for Fears live was.
I saw them on Friday. It was my first concert that I actually wanted to go to and it was one hell of a show. I went with my dad whomstve got hooked on the new album because he played the CD in his car nonstop the week before. We were listening to it on the ride to the concert.
First, I should mention that I got the VIP pass where you can go see sound check before the actual concert. But it got delayed for some reason so the group we were with were baking in the hot sun until they called us into the amphitheater. In that time, I met some interesting people who followed the band around the country. There were two older women who were diehard fans. Another woman wore a vest that was comprised of little cards portraying the Songs From the Big chair album cover. She was very quirky but in a fun way. I was chatting with a couple of them and they all seemed impressed that I had so much knowledge of their discography, since I was one of the youngest fans there it seemed. From the Hurting, all the way up to The Tipping Point. The herd of people lost their way and ended up going into a small alleyway while the security was wondering what the hell they were doing. Very strange moment. So we go and find a seat and they were already playing. They advertised on the website that they’d play 2 songs but they really played 4. Long Long Long Time, Break the Man and Everybody Wants to Rule the World and to my extreme surprise and delight, Ladybird. A song they hadn’t played live since 2004 when Everybody Loves a Happy Ending was a fresh album. Roland only played portions of it, with a different, more acoustic flare to it. It almost brought tears to my eyes. One guy shouted “Call me Mellow.” Wrong song buddy. Fake fan alert!
So after that was done we pretty much waited around, bought some merch. I got a long sleeve golden sun shirt and an album cover shirt and a poster that I threw in my album cover tote bag. We ate overly expensive junk food until it was time to see the show where Garbage opened. From what I heard of their music, I wasn’t really a fan of them. But after seeing them live and how they performed and how awesome Shirley Manson is, now I really like them. They went so heavy. She kicked ass that night! We also sang Happy Birthday to Curt!
After that about a 20 minutes before TFF came on, they played over the speakers the whole cover album of Songs from The Big chair by BrotherTiger, which if you haven’t heard should totally check him out. That was cool until I looked down and realized that my feet and tote bag were soaked with beer from someone behind me. The true concert experience. Then some middle aged guy with long hair took his seat next time mine, complaining my hair was too long. I said right back at ya buddy. He kinda looked like me in 40 years. Hopefully not.
Finally Tears for Fears took to the stage and started playing their set. I sang every goddamn word throughout the entire concert, my throat was on the verge of dying by the end of it. During Everybody, I ended up dancing with that girl with the vest from earlier. Right after that, we’d sung Happy Birthday to “That guy from Tears for Fears.” again, but with more feeling! During Break it Down Again, during the salute, Roland yelled to the people in front of me “Get off you’re fucking phones!” Then returns hippie man and ends up knocking over my tote bag into the beer puddle, ruining the poster I just bought. Some of the other paper things survived but the smell of beer filled my car on the way home. Fun times overall.
The last thing to note that I’m both laughing at and pissed off about. When it came time for the last song, Shout. There was always a chance that Roland would pass the microphone to the audience to sing the chorus. I was in second row, but he passed the microphone to the people right in goddamn front of me! Like he was RIGHT THERE! I tried to reach over to at least try to get my voice to be heard, but I was just too far away. That would have absolutely made my night to be so perfect. Ughh!!!
So yeah, TLDR absolutely loved loved loved it. I would totally see them again.