
~Howard Ikemoto
When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college - that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, "You mean they forget?"
Posted by
Sajiddeem
on Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Labels:
3d artwork,
3d max,
blade sword,
photoshop,
sword,
texturing

16 comments:
Wow! Stunning!
Dear friend,
Nice photos.
I am sure that your daughter is cute.
PS: how abaout following each other on Google?
Thanks H. Nizam.Have a nice day!
Great work! Thanks for the add too!
great work..
Very cool shot.
Haha! I wish I knew enough about drawing to be able to forget something. Excellent work!
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Out of the mouths of our children don't you just love it.
Happy holidays.
Dorothy from grammology
grammology.com
Your artwork is amazing. I browsed through some of your work, and must say that these are things that I would love know how how to do. Too bad I'm not in your college for you to teach me how to remember.
That is such an adorable response!
I am curious to know, is it within Photoshop that you are able to create such beautiful art?
Excellent work man...that drawing of yours is so intricate, the light and the worn out effect giving that rough metal look....it shows how dedicated you are...not to mention your ability to bring imagination to life is really really great...
oh wow!!! my eyes couldn't believe that it's only a drawing! At first glance i thought it was real and a picture. Your indeed a brilliant teacher. enjoy the rest of the week :)
How are you? I always enjoyed visiting your blog. Have a great weekend ahead.
Just checking in.
Dorothy from grammology
grammology.com
HAHA!!!Your daughter is absolutely cute!Wish you can teach me how to draw!!Truly Beautiful Works!
I love the way that children think. I believe the reason I can't draw was not that I wasn't taught, but that my efforts weren't appreciated. I was given to understand, ever so subtly, that I was not the stuff of which artists are made. Maybe I shouldn't have believed them.
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