Freelance artist Nate Hallinan has created The Order of X, an awesome illustration series that imagines how members of the X-Men team would look during the middle ages. Prints of each character are available to purchase online from INPRNT.
The Order of X is a group of ‘gifted’ individuals in the service of Lord Charles Xavier. The Order provides sanctuary and protection to individuals outcast by society due to their innate abnormalities. These people are often misidentified as monsters, demons, warlocks and witches. Only those who are accepting of the ‘gifted’ are welcome in the realm of Lord Xavier.
"we are you, freeman. and you are us."
Tex-Mex Rex Vol. 1 – “Sons of Neidan”:
So, I’ve been working on a webcomic for about 3 months (it’s not finished yet, just some random sketches and concepts) and I decided to make the final symbol of one of the main “factions” of the comic (which has no name yet, so I decided to temporarily call it “The Sons of Neidan”, basically after the name of one of the main characters and yadda yadda), and yep, I like the way it looks, especially the colours, you know, black and red, I think they are kind of my favorites (I feel like a fucking chimpanzee trying to write in english, my “default” language is spanish and I haven’t written in english since I went to Canada, so, my apologies).
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Types of people who romanticize small town life:
- People who didn’t grow up in small towns
ASS ASS IN CRIB YO!
None of that was expected.
janitor art masterpost as requested by anon!
edit: updated with the two latest drawings!!
WHY IS THIS PERSON A JANITOR
This is America in a nutshell, and if you aren’t aware of the point I’m making, put your privilege aside for just a moment.
and in case that was too subtle, allow me to say that the majority of Americans don’t value art or artists.
You should see the existential breakdown some of them have when i try to explain to them that artists are responsible for damn near all of their entertainment. I think they thing that movies, tv shows, and comic books just fucking appear out of thin fucking air.
Most people are starving artists unless they have the money to afford college, putting you in either one of two categories. 1, Art University, a ridiculously expensive institution in this country where your acceptance level is based very little on talent and more on how fucking fat your wallet is, or 2, state/community college, where all of the funds that you pay, and the money that is being funneled into the university via other patrons of the school, GOES STRAIGHT TO FUCKING FOOTBALL. Expect old facilities, out of date tech, cramped rooms and dingy accommodations.
If you’re not fucking rich, you’ll probably end up with option number two. Allow me to outline your fucking experience: You will spend three years taking classes that have nothing to fucking do with what you want to do. Papers and other academia aside, your art focus will be intended to satisfy grade requirements instead of honing your ability to better prepare you for your selected career choice. When you mention to your drawing or painting instructor that you want to be an illustrator or conceptual designer, they will give you a condescending fucking look, because such things are "beneath them".
YOU WILL DEAL WITH A LOT OF PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE CUNTS FROM THE ART DEPARTMENT, AND A LOT OF APATHETIC ASSHOLES FROM OUTSIDE THE DEPARTMENT. If you find one supportive instructor, cling to them like fucking life support, because it will be their understanding and guidance that get you through wanting to plant a pipe bomb in the courtyard of the art building and watch the fireworks from the adjacent parking garage.
YOUR COUNSELOR WILL TELL YOU YOU WILL GRADUATE IN FOUR YEARS. THIS IS A LIE. EXPECT A MINIMUM OF SIX, SEVEN IF YOU TAKE A YEAR OFF TO REASSEMBLE YOUR BRAIN. Don’t laugh at that. It will happen to you.
Most BFA people with ambitions to be gallery artists will more than likely be forced into making graphic headers for Real estate company adverts. It will be decent money, but also soul crushing. The rest of them well end up a general manager at a department store or a local seven eleven. There’s nothing wrong with that. But if you’re an artist, it will make you lose your fucking marbles.
A chosen ball busting, back breaking few will become payed artist after working their way up the food chain for the better part of five to ten years. They will move to a big city in the US or out of the states, to another country that VALUES ART.
Expect a nervous breakdown, before, during, and after.
expect to be in a SHIT TON of debt.
MAKE SURE ITS WHAT YOU WANT TO FUCKING DO.
I could go on and fucking on.
but i wont
because i’m out of alcohol and this discussion requires copious amounts.
I am not blowing this out of my ass. I was accepted immediately into Ringling School of Art before i graduated high school and could not afford to go there. I applied for an art scholarship at a community college and received two years paid . After that, it went from hopping from one derelict art program to another, accruing a massive amount of debt, until i had had enough.
I did not go to college for a year or two and drop out. I was involved in school for nearly A DECADE between medical bullshit and working. I got fucking shafted by a constantly expanding prereq requirement . Every time i was close to graduating, it was required i take ‘just one more class’. ‘just two more classes’. ‘Just this set of classes’. It was so much constant fucking nickel and diming me to keep me enrolled that i had a nervous fucking breakdown. When they told me i needed a second fucking foreign language, I dropped out.
and i’m happy to say it was the best decision i ever made.