CrimsonWolves is a half-sane bipedal mammal of the Hominid family, attached, identified by a long, brown mane, brown eyes, with a particular sound that resembles a crying cat or a small squeak, but susceptible to inane ramblings on a large variety of subjects. It is also an driven artist, twenty one years of age. Likes to daydream and have food as its usual companion during lazy afternoons, that is if it's not asleep. Wishes things were more influential to her. Is frequently seen wearing comfortable clothing. Exits her den rarely during the daytime, and is a light sleeper at night. Loves to create creatures and occasionally write. Capable of great in-sight and deep emotions that largely go unobserved. Its humanity has always been both its fatal flaw and strongest link. Will go out of her way to show herself to others. Has had no litters and is planning to wait.
I do post a large variety of material. All ranging from personal photos to NSFW.
"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patri. Et Fili. Spiritus Sancti."
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.
Family: *says something racist*
Family: *says something sexist*
Family: *says something homophobic*
Family: *makes fun of people with tattoos*
Family: *tells you why you’re bad at life*
Family: why don’t you wanna spend time with us?
It’s a fair question (when asked nicely), and it’s one that artists get a lot (though often asked not so nicely).
Pricing your art can be one of the more stressful parts of the job, especially when that art is your sole or main income. There are a few main factors to consider:
First, materials. Pretty basic logic there. How much did you spend to assemble the materials necessary?
Second, time. You basically have to work out what would be a good hourly wage for your work. If you spend a bajillion hours on something, that has to be taken into account when you price it.
Third, knowledge/experience/expertise. This is the weird nebulous part of pricing. You have to consider all the hours of practice, refinement, failures, and development that goes into each piece and your style and skill overall. Magweno put it well in a response to someone on DA:
Original art is expensive. I actually had the Gubbin bases cast in resin because it means I can charge $125 for them instead of the higher price I would need to charge if I’d made each one from scratch without that base. I had initially been hoping to sell each for a bit less, but I got too wrapped up in doing extra details on the paint job, so the hours I invested started to lengthen a bit.
Anyway, I hope that helps!
Magweno hit it out of the park with that DA response!
Completely relevant to my life, especially Magweno’s response.
Could you please do a clip of Team Rocket using insults that are a lot heavier than “twerp”?
meowth, control yourself