"I wrote your name on a piece of paper but by accident I threw it away...
I wrote your name on my hand but it washed away...
I wrote your name in the
sand but the waves whisked it away....
I wrote your name in my heart and forever it will stay........."
Nathan you've outdone yourself here. This is really stunning. 10 form me, in my favorites and on me desktop.
The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
George Bernard Shaw
Ohhhh I cant wait til my Photoshop arrives!! wooohoooo!! I wonder if I could EVER do something s beautiful as you have done here???!! The colours are just amazing!
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions think and smile.
Art is everywhere, except it has to pass through a creative mind.
You are really doing well with these simple backgrounds, its just not that simple though, which is why your art is amazing. 10/10 and keep up the good works ;)
Thank you. I'm pleased you enjoyed this one. I liked how the leathery texture turned out. If any of you want to try it, here's the basic procdure. 1) Create a new layer in Photoshop and fill it with a black to white gradient. 2) Do FILTERS - RENDER - DIFFERENCE CLOUDS, then IMAGE - ADJUSTMENTS - HUE/SATURATION and click on the colorize checkbox, and set it to a muted warm color. 3) Create another new layer and follow the same steps as before (pick a slightly different color) - but set this layer to overlay or one of the other blending modes. Play around with the opacity until it looks right. You might continue a couple more times until you get a look and feel you like. Once you're happy - flatten the image and save it as a .psd (Photoshop document). To give it some texture, do FILTER - TEXTURE - TEXTURIZER and choose your .psd file you just saved to apply texture to it. Enjoy.
O, hark, O, hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner, clearer, farther going!
O, sweet and far from cliff and scar
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing!
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
-Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892),
The Splendor Falls