Real Name: Erica
Birthday: 11/7/1991
Occupation: Procrastinating artist/writer/student? sweatdrop
Extra Stuff: Though I seem to have quite a friendly and cheery disposition online, my humor is sardonic and my words are concise, IRL. I'm all for literacy, in fact I can't even understand l33t, but I don't troll around everywhere correcting everybody's spelling (I suppose that would be hypocritical, too, as there are just some words I can't get right) I'm an aspiring artist, cartoonist, and writer. The medias of art I've grown an affinity for are sketching (typical graphite majority of the time, but I do the occassional charcoal), poetry, narrative writing (of basically every genre), acrylic painting, classic watercolor, watercolor pencils, and I've just resently picked up clay sculpture (turns out I have a natural knack for it, though I still have a loooooong way to go before I mold up something decent). Examples of art:
http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c144/slim95/EricaComic28.jpg
Here's a recent comic from my series, "Doodle Stew". Before anyone asks....yes.....that really did happen to me earlier this year. sweatdrop Minus the concussion.
http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c144/slim95/EricaComic2.jpg
Here's another, much older comic. Classic....
http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c144/slim95/Prescott.jpg
Here's an older marker drawing I did. Don't worry, my profile anatomy has improved ten-fold since I did this. xd Ears should not make figure-eights...
http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c144/slim95/ToWhatWeSee.jpg
Here's an abstract-ish watercolor/pen I did for MrJimmy's sig. Entitled "To What We See".
Examples of writing:
The Biggest of the Little Stuff
It leaves one's life quite dreary
It will drive one's mind quite weary
If you're passing through the days too fast
Forgetting all that's cheery
While it's easy to ignore the things
Like the brightest bluejay wings
Or golden leaves upon your porch
Or sweet smells that the lilac brings
I think we all should stop a day
Enjoying things the baby's way
By touching grass and tasting air
Or cuddling your teddy bear
There's not much better than the park
To chase away that dreary dark
Just feed the pigeons, feel the wind
Hug the tree, then kiss its bark
When life is cruel or life is tough
And times are hard and times are rough
The cure is to sit back and hold
The biggest of the little stuff
This is a good example of my style. I'm always a fan for cryptic poetry, but have lost my taste for new dark....It's like a song that's been repeated too many times. All I see in poetry forums are "Bleeding Heart" and "Blackened Soul" or "Deepest Nightmares Of My Bleeding And Darkened Self".....
The drake stepped forth amidst the night
His black head high in all its might
He breathed fresh air and sighed so deep
“The night is young, and not a peep!”
No knights irked him with tiny swords
No bellowing, or brainless lords
“It’s time to hunt,” he thought with cheer
While sniffing dirt for tasty deer
He trotted through the ancient trees
His movements calm and mind at ease
He’d told the king to tell his men
To never pester him again
So he believed he’d won some peace
“At least for now the fight will cease….”
He pounced upon a healthy doe
And smiled till his gums could show
He licked his lips. “At last, some food!”
A man stomped up. “How very rude!”
The drake’s limbs froze. “Excuse me, Sir?”
The man spat back, “That’s mine, you cur!”
“That’s my deer your claws are on!”
“You thief, you beast, you dirty con!”
The dragon moaned. “My god, how droll…”
“Shut your trap, you tiny troll.”
The hunter’s face turned bright, deep red
“See here, foul beast, I’ll have your head!”
The drake inhaled and blew a gust
And sent him sprawling through the dust
“That deer is mine,” the man declared
“I bought this land, it won’t be shared!”
The dragon moaned, “Fine, I’ll explain.”
“It might be much for your small brain.”
“You’re telling me YOU’VE bought MY place.”
“Without consent, you dim disgrace?”
“You see, that does not make much sense…”
“Understand? Are you too dense?”
“All I want is just some space.”
“Of my trail, I’ll leave no trace.”
“A little food for pity’s sake.”
“Is that all too much to take?
The hunter spoke. “Well…keep the beast.”
“But it’ll cost two gold at least.”
The dragon ate the young doe whole
“No way,” he smirked, his stomach full
The black goliath turned and left
The hunter yelled, “Wait! That is theft!”
The dragon laughed, not stopping once
“Come get your deer, you greedy dunce.”
This is an example of my fantasy poetry (this is the fourth of a series called "Beast and Blade") This isn't my favorite one, but it's the only one I have with me, at the moment, so I'll probably update this later with one that didn't take me ten minutes to write. rolleyes
I'd post a chapter of my story, but it's kinda....big....yeah. So, if you'd like to read a chapter, feel free to pm me.
Music: I'm into almost all forms of rock (with the exception of death metal....can't stand listening to that). While some new bands are just fantastic, I've a real soft spot for the old stuff. (Come on! You know you can't resist Queen! xd I mean, they made Bohemian Rhapsody and Somebody to Love! Bah, just joking around. My bro hates Queen, and I don't mind. To each his, or her, own) Some of my favorite bands (and this isn't just rock) are The Postal Service, Daft Punk, Foo Fighters, Queen, The Ramones, Arcade Fire, My Chemical Romance, Dragonforce, Greenday, and The Killers. There are tons of songs that I love from bands I haven't named (Tsuj himself reminded me of Steppenwolf, and I've been listening to MCR almost every day since then. rofl If I ever get a myspace, this will be the first song I put on it...), but I don't have the energy to dig around in my brain for them all, at the moment. biggrin
.......Wow. Large first post! Hope you all....enjoyed....my thread?
