/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

[Anonymous No.4952922]

Has anyone here managed to develop their memory and imagination drawing skills meaningfully through practice

[Anonymous No.4952925]

>>4952922
no

[Anonymous No.4952928]

>>4952922
Talent.

[Anonymous No.4952994]

>>4952922
that requires repitition and consistency
repitition and consistency requires willpower and determination
you will not find that here

[Anonymous No.4953002]

Yes.

[Anonymous No.4953162]

>>4952994

[Anonymous No.4953183]

By building up a large reference library, studying and immersing yourself in different subjects.

For example, if you want to learn how to create gothic architecture, collect 100's of images of gothic architecture and do a whole bunch of studies with those images infront of you. It will eventually become ingrained into your mind, to the point where you dont need gothic references infront of you. Then rinse and repeat with some other new subejct you want to learn

[Anonymous No.4953215]

>>4952922
No I woke up one day and somehow managed to conjure the ability to do all of this (and more!) from one night of good rest. All those years of doing absolutely jackshit besides masturbating and playing video games must of contributed somehow I am sure.

[Anonymous No.4953279]

>>4953215
>the ability to do all of this (and more
>no work posted

[Anonymous No.4953280]

>>4952922
stop aspiring to be magic autistis
be the artist you can be now

[boxman No.4953290]

yes

this is the book you're looking for
http://www.capitalessence.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Moonwalking_with_Einstein_-_Foer__Joshua.pdf

>There were no other survivors.
Family members arriving at the scene of the fifth-century-B.C. banquet
hall catastrophe pawed at the debris for signs of their loved ones—rings,
sandals, anything that would allowthem to identify their kin for proper
burial. Minutes earlier, the Greek poet Simonides of Ceos had stood to
deliver an ode in celebration of Scopas, a Thessalian nobleman. As
Simonides sat down, a messenger tapped him on the shoulder. Two
young men on horseback were waiting outside, anxious to tell him
something. He stood up again and walked out the door. At the very moment he crossed the threshold, the roof of the banquet hall collapsed
in a thundering plume of marble shards and dust. He stood nowbefore a landscape of rubble and entombed bodies.

[boxman No.4953294]

>>4953290

The
air, which had been filled with boisterous laughter moments before, was
smoky and silent. Teams of rescuers set to work frantically digging
through the collapsed building. The corpses they pulled out of the wreckage were mangled beyond recognition. No one could even say for
sure who had been inside. One tragedy compounded another.
Then something remarkable happened that would change forever how
people thought about their memories. Simonides sealed his senses to
the chaos around him and reversed time in his mind. The piles of marble
returned to pillars and the scattered frieze fragments reassembled in the
air above. The stoneware scattered in the debris re-formed into bowls.
The splinters of wood poking above the ruins once again became a
table. Simonides caught a glimpse of each of the banquet guests at his
seat, carrying on oblivious to the impending catastrophe. He sawScopas
laughing at the head of the table, a fellowpoet sitting across from him
sponging up the remnants of his meal with a piece of bread, a nobleman
smirking. He turned to the windowand sawthe messengers approaching,
as if with some important news.
Simonides opened his eyes. He took each of the hysterical relatives
by the hand and, carefully stepping over the debris, guided them, one by
one, to the spots in the rubble where their loved ones had been sitting.
At that moment, according to legend, the art of memory was born.

[Anonymous No.4953302]

meaningfully no, noticably yes

[Anonymous No.4953330]

>>4953183
this, you all make this art shit more complicated than it is.