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I submitted this a long while ago but i submitted it incompleted. i new i wasn't going to be able to really complete it without A. a lot of free time and B. a tablet. So here is my finished copy. It has a nice feeling i think. This is my first time coloring with a tablet. ever. So this i guess is also a test for the tablet. Still gettin used to it.

Lets see, i took the original and started to work at it. Took me about 6 hours to color it the way i wanted to get it, CGI in PS CS, no reference, with use of tablet.

um, the comment i probably would have put on the old one had i finished it in normal time;

Aloft the sky and beneath the sea, or however you care to see it, was long narrow pier that seemed to never end and it road on into a sliver of sharp cause calling for us in resentment to its reason. I guess only the reason matters, when you see this dock, prosaic fallen through the end of its ever found blue sky. Each wood board faceted once neatly was now entirely beaten into shape and forever there it stays in its place to aid those that pass its step.

Cast aside your umbrella, let down your hoods and just walk. If the peir can stand on death and still perform it's duty then we can continue ambling without trepidation. How all i things i presume, become archaic.

P.S. --FULL VIEW PLEASE

Description
I submitted this a long while ago but i submitted it incompleted. i new i wasn't going to be able to really complete it without A. a lot of free time and B. a tablet. So here is my finished copy. It has a nice feeling i think. This is my first time coloring with a tablet. ever. So this i guess is also a test for the tablet. Still gettin used to it.

Lets see, i took the original and started to work at it. Took me about 6 hours to color it the way i wanted to get it, CGI in PS CS, no reference, with use of tablet.

um, the comment i probably would have put on the old one had i finished it in normal time;

Aloft the sky and beneath the sea, or however you care to see it, was long narrow pier that seemed to never end and it road on into a sliver of sharp cause calling for us in resentment to its reason. I guess only the reason matters, when you see this dock, prosaic fallen through the end of its ever found blue sky. Each wood board faceted once neatly was now entirely beaten into shape and forever there it stays in its place to aid those that pass its step.

Cast aside your umbrella, let down your hoods and just walk. If the peir can stand on death and still perform it's duty then we can continue ambling without trepidation. How all i things i presume, become archaic.

P.S. --FULL VIEW PLEASE