You have such a strong understanding/usage of value in your work—is there anything you find helps with varying your value and maintaining contrast? I often have a difficult time with this

@softgrungenitori

Oh man, thank you so much!!!  

I think I owe my understanding of value and contrast almost 100% to taking many many traditional drawing classes throughout my art education.  I used the most obnoxious media possible— charcoal and/or conte crayon— and really fought with it.  

Having to struggle with the medium is what enables you to appreciate the fine distinctions between values, and most importantly observational drawing is the only way to learn how to see properly.  Also, using real media is a great way to learn to be not precious with your work, which doesn’t have anything to do with value but is an essential development for any artist.  I am a huge huge huge promoter of learning traditional drawing technique.

Thanks for the question— good luck!

Hey, What's your name? I ended up on this tumblr through Pinterest, but can't find your actual name. I'm a designer at Simon & Schuster, and I'm always on the look out for new artists to hire. I'd love to add you to the list!

@Anonymous

Hey there Anon, and anyone else with questions, here’s the answer to the one you asked and one you didn’t: 

1)  Leela Wagner!

2)  and I am ALWAYS on the lookout for fun and interesting freelance work!  Hit me up with any queries at LeelaWagnerArt@gmail.com.  

Thanks for the compliment!

Instant Gratification Quick Commmission, anyone?

Hey my friends-  sorry I haven’t been around a lot lately.  Got a lot of stuff going on, and I need to unwiiiiiiind by drawing some art that doesn’t have vast emotional, financial, and grammatical consequences.

Would you care for an instant gratification quickie commission?  I used to do these on DA and it was always super fun for me.

$35 flat rate for whatever, paypal only.

Here’s how it goes: You send me an email at LeelaWagnerArt@gmail.com with a description of what you want (PLEASE no copyrighted characters, I’m sorry no I will not draw you Wonder Woman).  100% first come first serve!  I’ll get back to you ASAP, and then you can send me reference etc.  I’ll draw up a thang (probably digital but just w/e I feel like really) and send you a jpeg.  If you approve, send me some money and I’ll send you the high-res!

Just about anything goes, but I’m not super into redrawing photos, so no basic “draw me!”s today, please.

That’s it.  If it goes well I’ll do it again, and just FYI— as always, I accept regular commissions as well (though they’re in a slightly different price range.)

As always appreciating your support even if I don’t show it too well! <3

<edit> WOW YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR ALL THE INTEREST!  I officially have more than I can handle right now haha and the way this works is I’m just taking one at a time to preserve my sanity.  If you are interested, please feel free to email me and save yourself a spot on the theoretical wait list, but it will be a little while before I’ll be able to get to any subsequent requests.  You guys.  You’re the best!  </edit>

wordmage-girl:

toerning:

I really try to keep my comments short here so I’ve just written and deleted, like, 20 paragraphs.
Basically this is the main character of a story I am not skilled enough to write, but it’s basically what happens after the big final showdown.  She’s an amalgamation of all the Chosen Ones of recent YA literature, and the story is just her, like, coping with the fact that her entire life leading up till now has been about carrying out her destiny, beating the big baddie and everything and now…she’s got to deal with living the rest of her life.  Which, as we all know, is fucking hard enough as is.
In an ideal world, Rainbow Rowell would write this. 

Not Rainbow Rowell and not especially skilled, but how could I resist this?
—-
"So, Sav, have you started studying for finals yet?"
"Uh…"
"You know maths is next week, right?"
"Yeah, you can’t just tell the professor you had to fight off a bloodman! They’re all extinct now!"
"Haha!"
"No, I know."
—-
"Hey, where were you?"
Anna peeks around the door frame, smiles awkwardly. “Oh, you know, just, um, with Esther…?”
"Esther’s in Haiti."
"Right…" Anna deflates. "Look. I was at the therapist’s, okay? You always say that shrinks are for wimps and I know you’re the great Savior and you don’t need help, but I still get nightmares where I’m buried alive and the sessions are a big help, and the people at the hospital offered free therapy to all of us who fought with you and I didn’t want you to laugh at me…" She hangs her head and peeks through the curls at Savitri.
"I’m not laughing at you."
"You’re not?" Anna flips the mess of hair back and grins.
"I wouldn’t tease you. We went through difficult times. We’re not kids anymore, Anna, I won’t be mean just for the sake of being mean. Do what you need to heal."
"You’re a good friend, Sav." Anna gives her a thumbs up. "And you still sound like you’re giving me pep speeches!" She skips away in the direction of her room, the sound of her bag hitting the floor loud in the small apartment.
Savitri keeps up her smile until Anna’s door slams, and then her shoulders slump and she crams a fist into her mouth. All of us who fought with you…
—-
"Have you thought of any career options?" The counselor taps the keyboard. The speed makes Savitri flinch, because fast things kill you fast things are dangerous you can’t outrun fast Sav but she hides it as a shrug. “I was kind of busy fixing the world.”
"Hmm, saving the world, I believe, is the right phrase… it says here your grades were very low in the sciences…"
Sav leans back in the chair and plays with a pen.
—-
"So do you know what the new health-care laws will be? I heard you got to meet the president."
"I didn’t get to be part of the negotiation team, though."
"Oh. I bet it was boring anyways, huh?" The guy sitting next to her nudges her and Sav clutches the glass in her hand- the drink is nonalcoholic, because she’s only twenty come March. He’s too friendly but she doesn’t want to get aggressive. She gets angry too easily, and fight monsters not humans, humans are the victims runs through her brain again, though she knows now that nothing is so clear cut. “It’s more fun here!”
"After the first meeting they wouldn’t let me in because I killed the bastard they sent over as ambassador. He was a slaver." She sets her drink down on the counter, too hard, and the glass sinks into the wood a bit. "Sorry, I saw someone I know in the crowd."
—-
"Saaaav! Get out of those ugly pajamas and let’s go!" Meg knocks on the bedroom door, quick and hard.
Lawan, standing next to her, frown slightly, but her voice is soft. “We’re meeting Yi at Tea For Ten in a quarter of an hour, remember?”
Sav opens the door a tiny crack, sticks her nose out. “I think I’m sick.” It comes out husky.
"The great Savitri, hero of the multitudes and defender of the human race, sick? Is it leptospirosis? Tubercolosis? The plague?”
"Don’t show off just because you’re a med student now, Meg." Sav glares at her former makeshift team medic. "It’s the flu." She coughs, and it sounds harsh. "I went to the doctor, got medicine, I’ll be fine. Go and have fun. Tell Yi I said hi."
"I’ll stay with you," Lawan says. Both Meg and Savitri protest, but Lawan shakes her head. "You need someone to take care of you and make sure you get enough to eat and drink. I’m no med student, but I do have three little sisters and they’re just as stubborn as you."
"Thanks," Sav says begrudgingly.
"I’ll bring over some coffee cake later, yeah?" Meg inches towards the door.
"Sure. Have fun," Lawan says.
—-
"You know you don’t have to lie to any of us," Lawan murmurs, stroking Sav’s head in her lap. "They won’t think less of you for not wanting to leave the house."
"I want to. I just can’t," Savitri says, the hoarseness replaced with a lump in her throat.
"You could get help. No-one thinks you have to be a perfect heroine now." Sav doesn’t reply, and Lawan keeps stroking her hair.
"Yeah, right," Savitri says, after a long, long time.

YOU GUYS, LOOK!
I think the traceable trail of inspiration is just about my favorite thing about tumblr.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as good as having someone be inspired enough by something I&#8217;ve made to make something themselves.
good day.  very good day.

wordmage-girl:

toerning:

I really try to keep my comments short here so I’ve just written and deleted, like, 20 paragraphs.

Basically this is the main character of a story I am not skilled enough to write, but it’s basically what happens after the big final showdown.  She’s an amalgamation of all the Chosen Ones of recent YA literature, and the story is just her, like, coping with the fact that her entire life leading up till now has been about carrying out her destiny, beating the big baddie and everything and now…she’s got to deal with living the rest of her life.  Which, as we all know, is fucking hard enough as is.

In an ideal world, Rainbow Rowell would write this. 

Not Rainbow Rowell and not especially skilled, but how could I resist this?

—-

"So, Sav, have you started studying for finals yet?"

"Uh…"

"You know maths is next week, right?"

"Yeah, you can’t just tell the professor you had to fight off a bloodman! They’re all extinct now!"

"Haha!"

"No, I know."

—-

"Hey, where were you?"

Anna peeks around the door frame, smiles awkwardly. “Oh, you know, just, um, with Esther…?”

"Esther’s in Haiti."

"Right…" Anna deflates. "Look. I was at the therapist’s, okay? You always say that shrinks are for wimps and I know you’re the great Savior and you don’t need help, but I still get nightmares where I’m buried alive and the sessions are a big help, and the people at the hospital offered free therapy to all of us who fought with you and I didn’t want you to laugh at me…" She hangs her head and peeks through the curls at Savitri.

"I’m not laughing at you."

"You’re not?" Anna flips the mess of hair back and grins.

"I wouldn’t tease you. We went through difficult times. We’re not kids anymore, Anna, I won’t be mean just for the sake of being mean. Do what you need to heal."

"You’re a good friend, Sav." Anna gives her a thumbs up. "And you still sound like you’re giving me pep speeches!" She skips away in the direction of her room, the sound of her bag hitting the floor loud in the small apartment.

Savitri keeps up her smile until Anna’s door slams, and then her shoulders slump and she crams a fist into her mouth. All of us who fought with you…

—-

"Have you thought of any career options?" The counselor taps the keyboard. The speed makes Savitri flinch, because fast things kill you fast things are dangerous you can’t outrun fast Sav but she hides it as a shrug. “I was kind of busy fixing the world.”

"Hmm, saving the world, I believe, is the right phrase… it says here your grades were very low in the sciences…"

Sav leans back in the chair and plays with a pen.

—-

"So do you know what the new health-care laws will be? I heard you got to meet the president."

"I didn’t get to be part of the negotiation team, though."

"Oh. I bet it was boring anyways, huh?" The guy sitting next to her nudges her and Sav clutches the glass in her hand- the drink is nonalcoholic, because she’s only twenty come March. He’s too friendly but she doesn’t want to get aggressive. She gets angry too easily, and fight monsters not humans, humans are the victims runs through her brain again, though she knows now that nothing is so clear cut. “It’s more fun here!”

"After the first meeting they wouldn’t let me in because I killed the bastard they sent over as ambassador. He was a slaver." She sets her drink down on the counter, too hard, and the glass sinks into the wood a bit. "Sorry, I saw someone I know in the crowd."

—-

"Saaaav! Get out of those ugly pajamas and let’s go!" Meg knocks on the bedroom door, quick and hard.

Lawan, standing next to her, frown slightly, but her voice is soft. “We’re meeting Yi at Tea For Ten in a quarter of an hour, remember?”

Sav opens the door a tiny crack, sticks her nose out. “I think I’m sick.” It comes out husky.

"The great Savitri, hero of the multitudes and defender of the human race, sick? Is it leptospirosis? Tubercolosis? The plague?

"Don’t show off just because you’re a med student now, Meg." Sav glares at her former makeshift team medic. "It’s the flu." She coughs, and it sounds harsh. "I went to the doctor, got medicine, I’ll be fine. Go and have fun. Tell Yi I said hi."

"I’ll stay with you," Lawan says. Both Meg and Savitri protest, but Lawan shakes her head. "You need someone to take care of you and make sure you get enough to eat and drink. I’m no med student, but I do have three little sisters and they’re just as stubborn as you."

"Thanks," Sav says begrudgingly.

"I’ll bring over some coffee cake later, yeah?" Meg inches towards the door.

"Sure. Have fun," Lawan says.

—-

"You know you don’t have to lie to any of us," Lawan murmurs, stroking Sav’s head in her lap. "They won’t think less of you for not wanting to leave the house."

"I want to. I just can’t," Savitri says, the hoarseness replaced with a lump in her throat.

"You could get help. No-one thinks you have to be a perfect heroine now." Sav doesn’t reply, and Lawan keeps stroking her hair.

"Yeah, right," Savitri says, after a long, long time.

YOU GUYS, LOOK!

I think the traceable trail of inspiration is just about my favorite thing about tumblr.  There is nothing in the world that makes me feel as good as having someone be inspired enough by something I’ve made to make something themselves.

good day.  very good day.

kyletwebster:

jilliantamaki:

I had to take some photos of some This One Summer original pages so I thought I’d share them here.

A little status update on the book: the book is available in FrenchItalian, and, soon, Spanish! And you can read the New York Times review here.

Thanks again so much to everyone who has come out to our events, including the recent signing in LA. It means a lot. <3

(You can click on the images for a slightly enlarged view)

Seriously, NOBODY can draw like Jillian Tamaki. Unreal.

I’m not a huge reblogger but if I convulse and subsequently pass out due to envy I feel like it’s probably worth sharing.

Seeing art like this reminds me that I have no excuse — time to get my ass in gear.

veraca:

toerning:

Just a couple of gays hugging it out.  Simon and Baz of Simon Snow / Fangirl.  …Still not sure how to categorize fanart of a fictional fandom but whatever.  

jealous of anatomy that looks effortlesssss

18-year-old me is dying of joy that someone would say this about anything I&#8217;ve drawn.  25-year-old me is really glad that you guys don&#8217;t know I had to draw this very pose about a dozen times over several months to get it to look how I wanted.
I think 18-year-old me thought you had to do it right the first time, or forget it.

veraca:

toerning:

Just a couple of gays hugging it out.  Simon and Baz of Simon Snow / Fangirl.  …Still not sure how to categorize fanart of a fictional fandom but whatever.  

jealous of anatomy that looks effortlesssss

18-year-old me is dying of joy that someone would say this about anything I’ve drawn.  

25-year-old me is really glad that you guys don’t know I had to draw this very pose about a dozen times over several months to get it to look how I wanted.

I think 18-year-old me thought you had to do it right the first time, or forget it.

so i was just going through your art tag, and naturally noticed all the 3 musketeers (love it, btw) and i was wondering. are you really into the book, or do you like the recent tv adaptation, or what? (i'm about halfway through the book at the moment and decided to give the "musketeers" show a try, and…i had to stop a little ways into the first episode because it was just--well, not faithful to the text at all, let's say.)

@Anonymous

Thanks for the question!  Well, I had seen multiple movies based off Dumas’s characters around, and knew of the story, but I didn’t really get interested in it until the idea for a gender/genrebend came to me, so honestly most of my reading of the novel was more from a research perspective as opposed to for the novel itself.  I didn’t actually make it all the way through the book— it’s a wonderful piece of fiction and history both, but it’s not really for me.  I found out about the show when someone brought it up after seeing some of my sketches, and I enjoyed it greatly for the swashbuckling and the gorgeous men, but it has had very little impact on my story.  

I’m not really adapting any once source here— I’m more interested in the collective impressions of these characters that countless interpretations have built, most of which have little regard for canon.  While I do intend to make as much of a direct translation as possible from the plot of Dumas’s first novel, that’s more for fun than anything, to give readers who are familiar with the book lots of easter eggs.  My versions of the characters are going to have just as little to do with his canon figures as do the characters on the recent show.  

In fact, my musketeers story will likely have infinitely more homage to Joe Abercrombie’s Red Country and HBO’s Deadwood (two incredible westerns!) than any Musketeers adaptation.

oh no oh no oh god one of my favourite artists is now drawing fan art of rainbow rowell's work I CAN'T HANDLE THIS, MY HEART STRINGS WILL SNAP OH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

@Anonymous

Hahahaha I just feel like there isn’t enough Simon Snow art in the world, and I’m just doing my part to right this heinous injustice.

Just a couple of gays hugging it out.  Simon and Baz of Simon Snow / Fangirl.  &#8230;Still not sure how to categorize fanart of a fictional fandom but whatever.  

Just a couple of gays hugging it out.  Simon and Baz of Simon Snow / Fangirl.  …Still not sure how to categorize fanart of a fictional fandom but whatever.