by I'm not usually big on this genre zminusone but I'm always willing to give things a chance. As for personal taste, "praise the sun" is pretty awexome. The intro is done well and the outro is fantastic. I felt kind of like, we're praising the sun but we're still screwed in the end (the "skipping" of the track felt like the time anomalies in game and the occasional "oh crap" feeling). As a whole everything is put together quite well and really flows which can be difficult with any type of music. Also, there's a tendency in the genre to pick a beat and run it into the ground but in my opinion all four songs were unique and had a different feel to them. Great addition!
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I would like a 16 bit dark souls game now.
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I drew this with a mouse back when Tegaki E was cool and didn't have all the fancy tools it has now. You can click on the link for a bigger image.
Maybe I'll clear out this account and start over. I'm a little embarrassed about my older artwork. Haha...
I drew this with a mouse back when Tegaki E was cool and didn't have all the fancy tools it has now. You can click on the link for a bigger image.
Maybe I'll clear out this account and start over. I'm a little embarrassed about my older artwork. Haha...
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bunnywink wrote:I drew this with a mouse
A computer mouse? People can actually draw with mouses?
However you did it, that girl looks very pretty.
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Hahha, yes. Before I got my tablet. It's not that hard. You just have to zoom in a LOT. It involves a lot of zooming in and out.
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That's how I have to do a lot on my phone. Almost to the pixel level at times. However, that's the only comparison I'll make since you obviously are much better at drawing than I am. That's very well done for any medium let alone the horrors of mouse art.
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I am a professional musician and have a youtube channel dedicated to video game music played on the piano:
https://www.youtube.com/user/guastaferropiano/featured
And yes, there is a Dark Souls theme in there:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dh-ekn4r32E&feature=plcp
Enjoy!
I am a professional musician and have a youtube channel dedicated to video game music played on the piano:
https://www.youtube.com/user/guastaferropiano/featured
And yes, there is a Dark Souls theme in there:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dh-ekn4r32E&feature=plcp
Enjoy!
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Glad you dropped by! Your Firelink is awesome. I'll make sure to give some undivided attention to your channel asap
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So I've decided to share something I've been working on for years (since 2005) even thought I thought I was going to convince a publisher at one time..... It's a short story based on a re-occuring dream I used to have during one of the most down times in my life. The structure of this story is a poem, which describes what the chapter is about and then the actual chapter. I'll add in the prologue on this too since it's the beginning of the book. I hope to one day get this published but I have to finish writing it first and I need to find another editor because mine isn't around anymore. Let me know what you think and if you enjoy it I'll keep posting chapters so you guys can see what happens =).
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- Prologue:
The
Polygon
There
are sides of me that I don’t understand. Some I may never wish to explore. What
is the world changing me into? What am I becoming? Am I a mindless entity,
hopeless, without emotion? Trapped inside the center of the polygon of myself,
I shiver as nothingness slowly consumes my spirit. The cold harshness of time
beats upon my flesh and sorrow roots itself in my procrastination. Will I
choose the right corner in which to take refuge, or will my decision be the
collapse of the last of my being? I fear the worst is yet to come.Zuicci
Pouring memory
into madness
Hearing laughter
in a scream
Like the
blurriness in fading
My eyes floated
from the scene
Like the
haziness of staring
At a dream
inside a dream
I awaken in a
room that
That I know I’ve
never seen
Chapter 1
Blurry EyesV
Vomit. One word and you can imagine so many different
things; the texture, the horrible taste, the smell. Pushing myself up from the
moist tile floor, I’m overtaken by all of these, but the worst was the profound
smell. My eyes burn, my vision is blurry like I just woke up from a deep sleep
and I have a pain in the back of my eyes that feels like someone is pushing
them from the inside of my skull. Looking up to the ceiling I see a dark
swirling cloud of darkness. I look around the room. 1, 2, 3, 4….. There are 6 corners
and a green door that is slightly cracked open on one of the walls. In each
corner there is a ladder leading up to the darkness and in the back corner opposite
from the green door, there is a puddle of blood. I ask myself, “Is this real?”
a dream of some kind? My right arm began to tingle, pens and needles. I hear
the door creaking as if someone is opening it wider. Suddenly, a scratchy voice
comes from behind the door. “What
do you hate?” At first I was startled, however; I couldn’t stop
myself from answering a few moments later. “I don’t hate anything really.” “What do you love?”
It almost immediately replied. “I’ve loved many things but I can’t say I love
anything right now.” I answered wearily. The pens and needles move from my arm
to my chest then to my face. For a brief moment I can see the dark circles taking
over my eyesight as if I am going to pass out. A small bucket is pushed through
the crack in the door. The voice deeper now said one final thing “Serve”, then the door was
slammed shut and I heard a lock click. I slowly walked up to the bucket, and
looked inside of it. There was small blue rag and crystal clear water sparkling
in it. Taking a second look around the room I realized why the room smelled so
awful. It was completely filthy with mold, mildew, dirt, and blood
everywhere. There were maggots at the
edges of the blood puddle of blood and the walls looked as if all of the grime
had stained it permanently. Also, there was a dried puddle of what seemed to be
red vomit right in front of the puddle of blood. I check the green door to see
if it’s really locked, and as soon as my index finger and middle finger touch
the knob something feels wrong. I feel immobilized. It’s as if the nerves in my
body lit up where I could see them and all of my being turned into small white
dots which were being sucked to the point where my fingers touched the door. It takes an extreme amount of focus to pull my
fingers off the knob, and when I finally do I stumble across the floor tripping
over the bucket. My head hits the floor and I’m overtaken by darkness and a
sense of timelessness. When I wake up I can’t tell if it’s been minutes, or
hours since I blacked out. The first thing I see is the bucket I tripped over sitting
beside me as if it was never disturbed. I sit up and put my head between my
knees to try and get rid of the lightheadedness. After a few minutes of this, I
push myself up from the floor and step towards the bucket. Reaching down into
the bucket for the rag, I notice the water is very warm. I splash my face to
try and clear my head, and feel refresh and invigorated. I’m reminded of a
sunny summer day sitting in the grass when I was a kid. Picking up the rag I wring
the extra water back into the bucket. I walk to the closest wall with rag in
hand. When I approach the wall my arm starts to tingle again, like pens and
needles. After cleaning a small spot for a few minutes, I remove the rag to
check my work. The area is perfect; the grayish white tile is so clean I can
see my reflection in it. Proud with my
work I make bigger swipes. Hours, days, months seem to go by, the more I clean
the better I feel. Strangely enough, the bucket never seemed to run out of
water and it stayed the same temperature as when I first put my hand into it
never seeming to dirty from the grime I was cleaning. When climbing the ladders to clean the walls I
would get closer to the darkness ceiling. Pens and needles coursed through my entire
body the closer I got to it. After what
seemed like years, I had cleaned the entire room except for the back corner
with the puddle of blood and the red vomit stain. The smell of it was almost
unbearable, and it seemed the more I had cleaned the room the worse the puddles
smell reeked. For some reason I had an
almost animalistic fear of the puddle and yet I couldn’t stop myself from
trying to clean it up. After summoning the courage up, I approached the puddle.
Kneeling down, I clean up the red dried vomit and make my way to the edge of
the puddle of blood. I start with small swipes as if I’m expecting the puddle
to react to me. After a few moments I attempt to take a deeper swipe into the
puddle, and as soon as I put the rag to the puddle the same feeling I had when
I touched the door came back. Pens and needles all over my body paralyzed me as
I felt my spirit being sucked from my body. Slowly, a hand, made of bone, came
from the puddle. It grabbed me by my shirt collar and with one swift pulling
motion I was in what seemed to be an endless ocean of blood. Looking down, I
see what had pulled me down. It was a
dark, shadowy, demon like figure. Fear took me over as I struggled to break the
demons grip. As a knee jerk reaction I tried to scream, only to swallow a mouthful
of what tasted like curdled milk mixed with blood. With a hard kick to it’s
chest I broke free and spun violently in the sea of blood. Looking up I saw
light and swam towards it. As I approached the light the demon grabbed my ankle
and tried to pull me down again, which caused me to take in even more putrid
liquids. Taking my left foot I smashed its fingers between my right ankle and
left heel. Pushing downwards with my left heel I scraped its grip from my
ankle. As he let go I franticly swam towards the light, finally pulling myself
out of the puddle. I instantly regurgitated until there was nothing left inside
my stomach. My eyes were so blurry; the mixture of tears, and blood, all I
could see was red. When my vision
started to straighten out I could see that the room I had spent so much time
cleaning was back to its original condition if not worse, but the green door
was open. I ran towards the door with every fiber of my being. With the taste
of sordid blood still in my mouth and my blurry eyes still seeing red I exited
the room and found myself in a white hallway. Still flailing blood everywhere,
I dropped to my knees and vomited again. It felt as if my stomach would turn
inside out from the retching because there was nothing left to throw up. Gazing
up from the floor, with the swimming pool of my insides hardening on it, I see
that there are doors on each side of the hallway that seem to go forever.
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I won't be reading this right away, but when I'm more awake and alert, I'll give it a look man.
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Nice revival of this thread man 
Also decent writing man.
Also decent writing man.
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So wait, this isn't limited to art that relevant to DkS? I always assumed it was, and thus kinda stayed away from it
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Any art is fine. Please join the fun 
Deathsitexxi, very nice. Would definitely read more
Deathsitexxi, very nice. Would definitely read more
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Thanks for the kind words. I know my writing is passable at best. Which is the reason I was getting help from an editor to help me expound on my ideas and make it sound better. After his death though I just started from scratch and it's rough draft at best lol
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I'm not sure if you guys know this about me, I may have talked about it
before, but I went to art school for a couple semesters before dropping
out and starting for literature. I was actually putting a portfolio
together to try to get an apprenticeship for tattooing, but then I never
really followed through. This is a piece from that.
It's gigantic so I'm just posting a link. This is probably the only piece from that portfolio that I still like. I was really depressed at the time and most of my artwork reflects that. Considering that's not really how I feel at all anymore I no longer really relate much to it.
before, but I went to art school for a couple semesters before dropping
out and starting for literature. I was actually putting a portfolio
together to try to get an apprenticeship for tattooing, but then I never
really followed through. This is a piece from that.
It's gigantic so I'm just posting a link. This is probably the only piece from that portfolio that I still like. I was really depressed at the time and most of my artwork reflects that. Considering that's not really how I feel at all anymore I no longer really relate much to it.
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I can see why you'd still like that one. Universally pretty interesting and better technique than I can muster. Thanks for the addition
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Thanks, and sure. It didn't occur to me before I posted that, but my more current art projects would probably be of more interest to some of you guys. I've been creating stencils and using them to make my own T-shirts. It's a fun time killer and extreme artistic talent isn't absolutely essential. I can post some of the stuff I've made and even do a little how-to post if you guys are into it.
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I put a wrestling video up. I would say that we need some more quality art to balance that out. So yeah, post away
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This is the most recent one I've done. I did it on a wife beater because I generally just wear those around the house and I'm not really the kinda guy that wears things with profanity displayed on them when I'm out and about. This also isn't my design, I just got it from the interwebs and made it into a stencil.
Undead Che Guevara
If you have some basic photo manipulation programs, like photoshop or an open source equivalent you can pretty much make stencils out of anything you want. Including Dark Souls images.
Undead Che Guevara
If you have some basic photo manipulation programs, like photoshop or an open source equivalent you can pretty much make stencils out of anything you want. Including Dark Souls images.
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Nice!
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Should I write out a how-to? Learn yas how to do it?
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Yeah. I'd be interested
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Here is the second part for you skare =)
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- Ligature
I saw god where
the water meets the sky
When I tried to
follow him the ocean gave out an awful sigh
In the sigh
there was a cry, and in the cry there was a song
“How can we be
together if we cannot get along?”
In the choosing of
the choice that I’m sorry that I choose
But how could I
pick a tulip after I had seen a rose?
And even though
I know that you’ve heard it all before
I surrender to
you my spirit as my body washes ashore
Chapter
2
Beautiful thingsA
Again timelessness took over my mind as I maundered
down the endless hallway. The blood had dried and started to crust off of me as
I made my trek into the pale infinity. I had tried to open a few of the doors
with no luck. My legs ached, my stomach was sore from all of the vomiting, and
my eyes were just as blurry as when I first woke up on the disgusting floor. Tired
and dejected I sat down on the floor with my back leaning on the left wall. I
softly bang my head against the wall as I try and sort out what has happened
thus far. I close my eyes just for a moment. Silence and Darkness overwhelm my
senses as I drift into a disjointed trance. Whispers, footsteps, a door
creaking open. My eyes jolt open and I jump to my feet. How long had I been
sitting there. “Something’s different” I say softly. Staring down the hallway,
I hear a groan that almost sounds like a growl. I can’t shake the feeling that
something is watching me. Within seconds of hearing the growl, the hallway that
is in front of me (as if someone had hit a light switch) goes pitch black. I
hear whispers behind me and turn my head to check. “Nothing is there” I say,
only the hallway to my back which reminded illuminated. I turn my head back
around and look into the darkness. A deep guttural growl emanates from the center
of the darkness, and like a master puppeteer the entity projects the sound to
what seems like right next to me. Pens and needles. I fell hypnotized and can’t
turn away from the darkness. My mind starts to race and all I can think of is
that I want to get away from whatever is making this sound. I try and snap out of the hold this entity
seemed to have on me by pulling my eyes away from the darkness. Darting them to
my left and right I look for an escape. The door to my left is slightly cracked
open to my surprise. It’ like pulling my
legs out of a deep bog as I leap for the open door. Crashing into the room head
first I instantly feel moisture all over my body. Looking down at my hands and
lower body, I saw that the blood was no longer dry and I was dripping all over the
room. Turning my attention to the room I see that it is an elementary school
classroom. On the wall directly in front of me, close to the ceiling, there are
long windows. On my left there is a teacher’s desk. I walk to it and start shuffling
through the papers. I thought maybe I could find out where I was. Then, out of
the window, some movement caught my eye. Outside it was nighttime, snowing and
everything had a shade of grey to it. Off in the distance I could see a hill
with a dead tree on it, the moon perfectly positioned behind it. Then I see
what had originally made me look out the window. There was something standing
next to the tree. With the moon as a backdrop behind it I saw its outline. It
had legs like a person, what looked like four arms, two heads and a pair of
wings. Whatever it was turned its attention to me and started running down the
hill towards the window. The room
started to shake as if an earthquake was hitting. Simultaneously, the deafening
sound of people screaming shot through the air. Panicked I ran as fast as I
could back into the hallway, turning right upon exiting the doorway running in
the direction of the 6 sided room I started in.
Pens and needles. A few strides
into the hallway and all of the lights go off. I trip and start tumbling to the
floor. I try and catch myself by stretching my arms to touch the walls, only to
run into something extremely hard face first. As suddenly as it had started,
everything stopped. I lay face first on the cold floor dazed in the darkness. I
slowly pull myself to my feet after a few moments. My body feels 100 lbs
heavier. I put my right hand on the wall to balance myself, and start walking
forward. Stepping on something soft I stop. It feels fleshy, like someone’s
chest. I do my best to ignore it and step over it, only to step on what feels
like an arm or leg. “What the hell is going on?” I say aloud. Then it hits me.
The smell. Like rotting meat that’s been sitting in the sun for days. I feel as
if I’m going to vomit again, and do my best to hold it back. To counter the
smell I put my nose into my shirt like a mask. As I continue to walk down the
hallway my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, and I get my first look at the
fleshy floor I’ve been stepping on. Bodies line the hallway, and from what I
can tell everyone I step over is lying face down. The smell is absolute, and
begins to deafen all my senses. My eyes blur again as the pens and needles
course through my body. After trudging through miles of this dark body filled
hallway, I reach what seems to be the end. There is a door directly in front of
me. It feels as though it is made of some type of wood. I reach for the
doorknob and upon touching it I hear the same voice that I heard in the 6 sided
room. Only this time it was mumbling and I could barely hear what it said. All
I could make out was “The people you walk over… where you are…” The mumbling
ceased and there was silence. I felt warm breath hitting the back of my neck. I
turned around to see that every body I had walked over was standing up now. The
bodies were facing me, staring at me, and I began to hear the whispers again. A
loud scream comes from the back of the bodies and they begin to head in my
direction. I panic and fumble with the door know until I open it. I slam the
door behind me and put my back to it as if I’m trying to hold it shut. Out of
breath, I slide my back down the door and put myself into a sitting position. I
put my head in-between my knees and try and catch my breath from the panic. I
slowly start to feel warmth on the front of my body. Looking up I see the source of the heat. What
looks like a huge oak tree is burning about 10-11 feet from me. I fix my gaze
on the burning tree and watch as it burns to the ground. Pens and needles go
from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. After a while, there is
nothing left of the tree and the fire is gone. Ashes are floating everywhere.
It’s as if there had been a brief snow storm come through the area and the
smoke acted like a thick fog. I stand up and begin to walk towards where the
tree was standing. Upon approaching what was left of the tree, I heard a faint
screaming sound in the distance. It almost sounded like an eagle screeching. I
see a small shadow zoom in front of me, like something had flown over me. Looking up I saw the endless sea of grey
smoke. I turned my focus back to what was left of the tree, only to be deafened
by the eagle’s scream and instantaneously I was lifted off the ground. Huge
bird claws where imbedded into my flesh. They had penetrated my skin and were
almost wrapped around each side of my collar bone. I try and look up only to
see huge black wings, and long jet black hair. It had the body of a woman, with
black wings coming from her back like an angel. However, unlike an angel her
hands and feet were replaced with huge crow like claws. The pain in my body is
intense. It feels like the upper half of my chest is going to be ripped off.
She turns her face down towards me. All I can see is her light blue eyes,
almost grey. The rest of her face is blurred; like someone had taken her
picture and she had moved her face left to right as they took it. She let out a
half human, half eagle scream as she looked down at me. It was so loud the pain
in my ears negated the pain from her claws in my body. I quickly covered them,
only to be shaken back and forth like a rag doll until I uncovered them. She
screamed again, this time I felt as both of my ear drums burst and warm blood
trickled out of both of my ears. All I could hear now was an intense ringing
sound as she flew upwards. Breaking through the fog, I surveyed the area. Under
us was a blanket of smoke and fog and on the horizon was the sun setting in the
distance. It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen. Her claws
release me and I free fall through the air. Passing through the clouds, I saw
the ground I was headed towards. Jagged black rocks awaited me at the end of my
fall. “This is it.” I thought as I turned my back to the ground to take the
brunt of the impact.
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I'm coming to this party so late. I'm going to write that up now. I'll give some examples of stuff I'm currently working on too to help show what I mean.
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Okay so here's what you'll need:
Alright I'm all finished typing it out. If anybody actually tries it feel free to ask me if you have any questions. I'm not a master or anything, but I've done it enough times to make myself things that I actually wear outside the house.
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- Some kind of photo manipulation computer program. I recommend a version of Photoshop, it's probably the most user friendly but it's also expensive. I've been using an open source program called Gimp 2, which works just as well but I had to go find and download an effect patch for it called Stamp to use it for this.
-Access to a printer
-A piece of cardboard slightly larger than a normal piece of printer paper, which is 8 1/2 x 11 inches. You can also just use the cardboard back of a notebook, which is sometimes what I use so I can sit with it in my lap while I'm working
- Some kind of thick paper material. I use a thick tracing paper that I buy at a local art supply store, but I've seen people use big pieces of plastic, like big plastic industrial bucket lids and things like that. You want something that you can cut without too much trouble but that won't absorb paint when it touches it like regular paper would
-An Exacto Knife, or something comparable that you can use to cut with a decent amount of precision
-Spray Paint
-Decent tape. Scotch tape will work but masking tape is probably better.
-Finally whatever it is you want to stencil on. I'd advise staying away from any piece of clothing you care about at first, like your favorite hoody. I usually go to like Walmart and pick up a pack of undershirts just in case I screw it up I won't have ruined anything I can't live without. You can get 5 or 6 of them for tenish bones.
So first what you want to do is find a picture you like. If you're still new at it the simpler the better. Usually the more complex the design the more chance there is that you're going to screw something up, either when making the stencil itself or when spraying it out. Thinner lines usually are more difficult to deal with. I've been doing it for years now and I still get a little big for my britches on occasion. You can actually see it in the Che shirt I posted. I screwed up a couple of the letters while I was painting it for that very reason. So save your picture and open it with your photo program. Next you want to go into the effects menu and select the 'Stamp' effect. Most photo programs have an effect that does the same thing, but it isn't always called stamp. Basically what you want is a program that fills the negative space of your photo with one solid color, and the positive space with another solid color. Essentially what you're going to be doing is taking a photo that looks like this, and making it look like this. Then print out your photo. Next take your printed copy and lay it out on top of your thick paper material, for example I'd be laying it out over top of my piece of thick tracing paper. Tape the printed photo to the thick material on 3 sides, so that your printed copy and stencil material are attached solidly but you can still look under your printed copy if you need to while your working. You don't want it to be able to slide around at all while your working, so make sure it's firmly attached. Then take a pencil and draw around the outlines of all your positive space, usually it ends up being black, and for all the white detail that's within your space you want to draw attaching lines. In other words you're going to be cutting the black out with your exacto, so any white details not somehow attached outside of the black shapes would be lost, so you need to draw little bridges across the black that will hold the white details in place after you cut the black out. It'll leave little nonsense lines in your finished product but you can touch them up after everything dries. I've done it here in red so you can see what I mean. You only need to do it with the essential details, the little miniscule lines probably aren't going to come out in the final product anyway, so just concentrate on the bigger more important ones. After you've done that put both attached pieces, your printed photo and the thicker material, and lay them out on your cardboard, that's just there so you don't end up cutting all the way through it into whatever surface your doing this on and ruin both the surface and your exacto blade. After you've done that take your exacto and start cutting out your positive space, in the case of my Vader example I'd be cutting out the black. You want to make sure you're cutting hard enough to cut through the printed photo and the material underneath, because the thicker material is going to be the stencil itself. This is the time consuming part. I usually do it over the course of a couple of nights while I'm watching a movie or something. You have to be careful and meticulous. One uncontrolled cut can destroy the entire stencil, which can really destroy your motivation to make one at all if you've already invested a lot of time into one. Just take it slow and easy. After your done, ensuring to have not cut across any of your little bridges, take the tape off of one of the corners and lift up the photo print, you should be able to see what your stencil is really going to look like coming through with the color of the cardboard on the other side. If there's anything wrong with it you can still lower the printed photo, retape the 1 corner, and touch it up. If it's all good take off all the tape and remove the photo print, which is now garbage. Lay out whatever shirt, or whatever anything really, doesn't have to be a shirt, just something you can lay flat, and lay it flat on the floor. I usually take my cardboard and stick it inside the shirt here, so that the paint doesn't bleed through to the back side of the shirt while I'm working. Now lay your stencil out on to the surface of your shirt, making both, the shirt and the stencil, as flat as possible. Run your tape along all the sides of the stencil, taping it to the shirt, and creating a seal so that the stencil won't move at all. Now take your spray paint, and this is EXTREMELY IMPORTANT, and spray ensuring that your hand stays as level as possible. Meaning both in the angle that your spraying, if you spray at an angle the paint is going to seep under your stencil and not come out right, so you want it to be as much of a direct spray as possible, and the layering of the spray. Start out doing just one thin layer over everything, then let it dry for like 30 seconds, then give it another even layer, and so on and so forth until it's as dark as you want it. Just don't go too crazy with the layering or it'll start running. I usually do between 2 and 3 layers. When you're finished leave the stencil taped to the shirt and let it dry for at least an hour. Spray paint tends to dry pretty quickly but you run the risk of getting any wet paint that's still on the surface of the stencil to run onto your shirt if you remove it too early, and you're all set. Have fun. I really enjoy doing it. I hope at least somebody makes use of me typing this whole thing out and tries it. If anybody does I'd love to see the results.
Alright I'm all finished typing it out. If anybody actually tries it feel free to ask me if you have any questions. I'm not a master or anything, but I've done it enough times to make myself things that I actually wear outside the house.
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