Ein paar von meinen 1000 Bildern
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Complete Sun, Nov 6, 201630m
Hier sind meine Bilder, Auch wenn ich sie nicht gut Finde. Aber was für mich zählt am Zeichnen sind die Gefühle und die Lebendigkeit, die man im seine Zeichnung steckt. damit will ich nicht sagen, dass ich sowas kann. Im Gegenteil. Aber ich übe es und poste es hier, um
mir Sicherheit zu erschaffen und von irgend einer Künstlerseele dort draußen ehrlich gemeinte Ratschläge zu bekommen...denn ich will Autor in werden aber auch Mangaka. Deswegen versuche ich so ehrlich wie möglich über mich selbst zu urteilen und nehme mir Zeichner als Vorbild, um selbst einen Eigenen Stil zu entwickeln. Danke fürs Lesen.
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