Saturday, August 10, 2024
Watching old artwork "pop!" in Photoshop. Nice!
Friday, August 9, 2024
Life meets art in Photoshop ... a little PS magic
Each of these shots is about 80% photograph and 20% Photoshop. Even with the Canon, the magic doesn't happen until it's been through the process to make it "pop." And of course, that process also works for images captured by the Lumix superzoom "bridge" camera that's been my workhorse for a long time now...
...it's just waaay harder trying to squeeze the quality out of the overall-soft images from a 1200mm zoom lens. Half of the Canon magic is that the landscapes are captured with an 18-45mm lens, and they're consequently that much crisper. Add Photoshop jiggery-pokery, and here we are!
Thursday, August 8, 2024
Touching base ... with apologies to J.R.R. ...
Just a ditty to keep contact with this blog while there isn't much to talk about. Yeees, the art started its life in Bing, but I promptly cut it up, rearranged it, repainted it, did a lot of things to it. And yes, I would have painted from scratch, if I had the whole day to spend on this (I don't). And yes, I would have rendered it in CG, if I had a spare hundred bucks to spend on the props (I don't). So we'll embrace the concept of compromise: AI + digital painting. In this instance, AI is saving me a lot of time and money, and it is being used as a tool, with reason. Argh.
Life has been interesting in the last month. I had intended to invest a tonne of time in art and writing ... nope. Not going to happen. I have done a whale of a lot of editing, yes. (I'm working with the well-known Sherlock Holmes novelist, Mike Adamson). And my romance with my new camera continues unabated. I've entered the wonderful world of Canon EOS technology, and it's amazing. Loving it. I've actually written (yes, written. Don't faint) an invitation guest post for the ANALOG blog (because Firegrounds is in the latest issue, which is out about now). But aside from this, Real Life has been biting so hard, so deep, that any creative juices that might have been flowing in June were quite literally turned off at the taps. Okay ... let's start yet again, right? Right. Never say die, and all that.
So, let's see if I can't get the reins back between my hands -- and possibly the bit between my teeth, while we're dabbling in metaphors.
And now the aforesaid ditty --
With Apologies to J.R.R. ...
And all the sweaters that don't fit --
All the scarves that fall in mud --
Are made right here, although I could
Be off and roaming 'round the Shire!
But I'm afraid that something dire
Will happen if I leave this hill,
So here I am, and I'll be still:
Comfy by my hearth I'll sit...
And dream adventures. While I knit.