That one friend that acts out when boys are around
i hate when people go “i dont credit fanartists as Real artists because its fanart and they should draw more original art” ok yeah that patronizing attitude is nice and all but you know like… every piece of classical art is fanart of the bible
im sorry da vinci, the last supper doesnt COUNT as real art because its not original art and you should make some ocs
I think I just found the most compelling argument toward fanart ever
When I used to think about Voldemort’s horcruxes I imagined a soul divided in equal portions residing in the different horcruxes and Voldemort himself. I realised that this can’t be true in The Half-Blood Prince Slughorn describes making a horcrux as splitting ones soul in two. This means that when Riddle made his Diary into a horcrux he split his soul in half and physically removed one half from his body and placed it in the diary. This means that he only had half of his soul left when he made his next horcrux, Marvolo’s ring. This half would have been split in half leaving only a quarter in Voldemort’s body. This goes on and on the amount of soul remaining in Voldemort halving each time he makes a horcrux until he had only 1/128 or 0.78125% left in his body. As shown in the graph above. So next time you wonder why Voldemort could have done some of things he did, remember how little human he had left in him. I don’t know about you but I think that this is crazy.
Come on guys, I didn’t do maths for 14 notes
So are you telling me that Harry had more Voldemort than Voldemort had Voldemort?
I had this mental picture of Nico summoning ink-like shadows and disappearing into them, so I made this really short animation to give it a try !
The shadows were created from this free footage http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71NVwY1J2ws&feature=c4-overview&list=UULxBCkZTCrdxw4qh1iz6F5Q . The video is web compressed so the quality isn’t so good, sorry about that.I guess one could say I’m slightly Nico-obsessed at the moment ;P
No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.
- Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini
I can’t draw. I just can’t do it. I start, then I hate it. Hate the way I draw, hate the result. Even hate the way I hold the pen. I haven’t drawn in month and it’s killing me. I need to create but I can’t. I miss the old times when I didn’t think while I was grawing. I just did it and loved it. There is this image in my head I want to accomplish and then nothing. BAM. Nothing. I feel bad. I feel sick. I hate that I don’t have time to draw. I hate uni for that. And myself. Especially myself.