Red Rabbit Running

One part art blog, one part diary. May also include a collection of references, guides, tutorials and other things to help with art. Also may feature music, inspiring artists and other amusing things.
meganleppla:

Bookbinding
Why?Bookbinding let’s you stitch your stories together. Like papermaking, bookbinding has a long history of being an excellent resource for recording thoughts. To bind a book you simply need to attach pages together. Stitching techniques can be as decorative as you’d like, or as simple as a staple. Binding your own book means you can bind your own sketchbook, and no artist should be without a sketchbook.
What else?Bookbinding gets us thinking about the sequence of things – the cover, the beginning, the middle, and the end of the book. Construct your own narrative of a real (or imagined!) event by writing, illustrating, and binding your story. More curriculum connectors can be found here.

meganleppla:

Bookbinding

Why?
Bookbinding let’s you stitch your stories together. Like papermaking, bookbinding has a long history of being an excellent resource for recording thoughts. To bind a book you simply need to attach pages together. Stitching techniques can be as decorative as you’d like, or as simple as a staple. Binding your own book means you can bind your own sketchbook, and no artist should be without a sketchbook.

What else?
Bookbinding gets us thinking about the sequence of things – the cover, the beginning, the middle, and the end of the book. Construct your own narrative of a real (or imagined!) event by writing, illustrating, and binding your story. More curriculum connectors can be found here.

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Omfg "talk about" is a lot cuter than ask me

  • I know most people who follow me are only here for the art but if anyone's curious, here we go. o/
  • 1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.
  • 2: Talk about your first kiss.
  • 3: Talk about the person you've had the most intense romantic feelings for.
  • 4: Talk about the thing you regret most so far.
  • 5: Talk about the best birthday you've had.
  • 6: Talk about the worst birthday you've had.
  • 7: Talk about your biggest insecurity.
  • 8: Talk about the thing you are most proud of.
  • 9: Talk about little things on your body that you like the most.
  • 10: Talk about the biggest fight you've ever had.
  • 11: Talk about the best dream you've ever had.
  • 12: Talk about the worst dream you've ever had.
  • 13: Talk about the first time you had sex/how you imagine your first time.
  • 14: Talk about a vacation.
  • 15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.
  • 16: Talk about the best party you've ever been to.
  • 17: Talk about someone you want to be friends with.
  • 18: Talk about something that happened in elementary school.
  • 19: Talk about something that happened in middle school.
  • 20: Talk about something that happened in high school.
  • 21: Talk about a time you had to turn someone down.
  • 22: Talk about your worst fear.
  • 23: Talk about a time someone turned you down.
  • 24: Talk about something someone told you that meant a lot.
  • 25: Talk about an ex-best friend.
  • 26: Talk about things you do when you're sick.
  • 27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else's body.
  • 28: Talk about your fetishes.
  • 29: Talk about what turns you on.
  • 30: Talk about what turns you off.
  • 31: Talk about what you think death is like.
  • 32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood.
  • 33: Talk about what you do when you are sad.
  • 34: Talk about the worst physical pain you've endured.
  • 35: Talk about things you wish you could stop doing.
  • 36: Talk about your guilty pleasures.
  • 37: Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.
  • 38: Talk about songs that remind you of certain people.
  • 39: Talk about things you wish you'd known earlier.
  • 40: Talk about the end of something in your life.

martyfun:

el-sato:

h-a-r-p-o:

Dan Fessler’s HD Index Painting Technique let’s you paint pixel art in Photoshop in a non-destructive manner, and lets you use pretty much every tool in a perfectly pixel-gradient fashion!

The article gives you everything you need to try it out for yourself.It’s easy to set up and use, and the results are so fucking cool.

pixel artists everywhere dying just so they can roll in their graves

wwwwwHHAAAT

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Extra monster and extra rocks and for the sake of my sanity I’m stopping. I need a new sharpie. Hmmm I need a new scene to fabricate. *taps chin*

Extra monster and extra rocks and for the sake of my sanity I’m stopping. I need a new sharpie. Hmmm I need a new scene to fabricate. *taps chin*

IT GREW.
And honestly……I really really like it. Like, this is the best arting feeling I’ve gotten in years. I NEED TO DO MOAR. And I think I need to pick up a camera.

IT GREW.

And honestly……I really really like it. Like, this is the best arting feeling I’ve gotten in years. I NEED TO DO MOAR. And I think I need to pick up a camera.

So uh. Yeah. There’s a lot of time for me to do things during trouble shooting. So a chase has appeared on my desk(I like making paper dolls ok? it’s like my favorite thing I got taught as a bebbe girl).

So uh. Yeah. There’s a lot of time for me to do things during trouble shooting. So a chase has appeared on my desk(I like making paper dolls ok? it’s like my favorite thing I got taught as a bebbe girl).

Lydia waited patiently. She fidgeted with the sack in her hand as she waited. It was late. She could go home and pretend this never happened. Suddenly, the bag was no longer in her hands but in the hands of a strange gentleman standing before her. She gasped in surprise. He shook the sack.

"W-will he go to a safe place?" The gentleman laughed.

"You don’t put stipulations on a deal with fae," he waved a finger with a smile. "Worry not. You won’t remember soon enough."

Lydia blinked. It was late. She was crying. Lydia did not know why.

A loud, percussive snap rang through the air, followed by the carriage dipping precariously to the left. In seconds, the vehicle slammed to the road. The work beasts hissed and clicked, attempting to pull as far away from the falling carriage as fast as they could. The coachman swore, and pulled back on the reigns to slow the beasts.The work beasts stopped, and the now one-wheeled carriage tipped to the roadside with a THUD.

A yawn could be heard from the inside. “Are we there yet?” The passenger asked.

"Not quite yet, no," the coachman replied sourly. "Wheel broke."

Three siblings gathered at the attic stairs. Outside, a storm rumbled.

"Ok," said the oldest. "Show what you brought."

The oldest produced a rock, the next oldest showed a net and the youngest held up a jar of jelly. The middle sibling scoffed.

"A rock? That’s dumb."

"No it’s not," the oldest refuted. "It banishes ghosts. Why a net?"

"We’re catching a ghost duh."

"Duh yourself, dumbo," the oldest chastised. "Ghosts go through nets."

"Mine’s the best!" The youngest declared proudly. "Everyone knows ghosts love jelly!"

"Ghosts don’t eat," the oldest shook his head.

Thunder boomed, and the siblings scattered.

"Oh! I’m so sorry!"

Kari tried to catch her breath from the blow, clutching what was left of the manuscript she had been carrying. Paper fluttered in the wind and skidded across the cobbles in the road. The girl that had bowled in to her jumped and scuttled after them.

"I didn’t see-is this a book?" The other stopped, quickly reading over one of the passages. "This is good."

"Thanks," Kari managed. "I’m late to the publisher."

The loose paper was shoved into her arms. “We can’t have that!” The other cried. “Follow me!”

The two hurried down the street.