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More Doodles

I still haven't got around to drawing the picture that I wanted to draw, but I did do a little five minute sharpie doodle and a painstaking sketch that I'm wholly unhappy with.  As soon as I was done, I had only one thought on my mind: PAINTSCHAINER!!!

And speaking of Paintschainer, they have yet another filter out, and you know what that means.  Remember all those random sketches I found in my sketch book awhile ago?  Most of them didn't look so great when I ran them through Paintschainer.  But what would happen if I tried the Canna filter on them?


Amazingness and random glow-balls.
Apparently this new filter, which is so wonderful on soft pencil lines, has a weird fault.  If there's nothing in the bottom right hand corner, it puts a weird glowing rainbow ball there.

And here is the new sketch, heavily inspired by the art of Kazuya Minekura (okay, so it's a sweaty Koumyou).  Even though I drew this on paper with pencil, I decided to try inking it on my tablet before running it through Paintschainer. I think it might actually be easier to do it the old-fashioned way.  


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