Arinen

Examples and Prices:


Limited Palette Digital - $5 AUD


Stylised Painting - $10-$40 AUD depending on canvas size
+ postage for the original


Traditional/Digital Hybrid -$15 AUD


Traditional - $20 AUD
+ postage for the original


Digital High Detail - $30 AUD

Payment by paypal only. I do not accept deviantART points as payment.
I am willing to negotiate on prices, HOWEVER, I will not work for less than $5 an hour (which, by the way, is less than ¹/₃ of minimum wage here). I don't work for "exposure". I don't work for the pure joy of it. Anyone who thinks I should give away my time because "art is easy and fun" can go somewhere else, thankyou.

Anyone interested in a commission please either note me or contact me via tumblr.

Commission slots:
1.    Shadow-Witch-Darkly (in progress)
2.    Shadow-Witch-Darkly (in progress) 
3.    Alice (not started)
4.    Iltacom (not started)
5.    Shadow-Witch-Darkly (in progress)
6.    OPEN
7.    OPEN
8.    OPEN
9.    OPEN
10.  OPEN

_{Commissioning a work does not entitle you to the copyright of the work. You may not reproduce, claim copyright ownership, use for commercial purposes or alter the work without written permission of the artist.}

Me. I'm back. SPOILERS, SHH!

Anyway, I'm going to shamelessly admit it's for selfish purposes because the economy sucks and I'm about to lose my job and I want to better advertise my commissions so here I am.

Commission info to follow shortly.

Can't wait to talk to everyone again

I have been online, checking messages and the like, but I haven't had much time for personal projects, and the uni stuff I've been working on can't really be uploaded here So I've been frequenting tumblr a lot more because I've accepted my doom and am learning to enjoy my descent into hipsterdom. So if you're interested in following my uni art or just looking at the things I'm interested in, my blog is here.

So I am writing a journal entry while I feel better because Iltacom told me to and he is right. So have some sunshine and flowers and rainbows. And kitties because yay, kitties!

Yeah, I don't have a whole lot to say. The reason I'm in such a good mood is that today I got my first HD at uni, so I feel like my prescence there has kind of been validated. Also one of my course buddies talked to me yesterday about the fears I'd addressed in my last journal and basically reminded me that we're at the Australian equivalent of Harvard, and reassured me that my degree will likely get me places even if my work history is terrible. So I feel much better.

I started playing Amnesia. I don't think it's as scary as everyone told me, but it's great fun. Right now I'm up to the part from that imfamous video, and I haven't been anywhere near that scared. The water part was pretty nerve-wracking, and I did have a couple of girly shreik moments (but one was when brotherkin burst in on me and yelled "BOO!" so that doesn't really count )

Also, I've found myself in something of a love triangle. I never, ever thought in a million years that would happen, but now it is and I'm not sure how to react, but hopefully for everyone's sake it will pass. If not ... I'll cross that bridge if I come to it but for now things are ok.

Hopefully I shall soon have outtakes from my last video project edited (won't link to the project itself because it sucks). They're rather hilarious, and as soon as my editing program starts to like me again I'll fix it up. Alternatively, if I have free time at uni to use the far superior program there I'll do that instead.

In the meantime, I may be lugging my tablet into my life drawing classes this term, so I may have stuff from there to upload too. Aside from that, it'll probaby be leadup-to-Sydney-Supanova works you see for now. I'm getting slightly more active on Tumblr, if you're interested, but it's mostly WIPs, stuff I think is cool and the occaisional quick update.

But for now I shall sign off, because even though I rambled a lot, I didn't really have anything to say except that I'm not always as down as I sound in these things

...you have been warned. If you gotten even remotely sick of my negative journals, go do something else. I don't mind.



So. First term of uni done.

It's been ... interesting. Very full-on. I have long contact hours and a stupid number of assessments. I'm rocking some lovely RSI in my wrists It's kind of hard to say whether I'm better or worse for being there. Physically, it's a lot harder on me (I mean, obviously, just leaving the house four days a week is much more strenuous than anything I did last year). I do think I've improved a lot from the life-drawing class though; the teacher makes us do some really weird things sometimes, but looking back on my work during review, I can't argue with the results. It was kind of surreal, in a way, looking at the work from this term and legitimately wondering if it was really mine, the forced change in technique and style from week to week was so intense.

Mentally and emotionally, where I thought there'd be a bigger change, is hard to tell. I thought I was going to feel better, like I had a purpose in life again. And that is true, and it's nice to not be bored anymore. It's also nice to see where I've improved.

But it's also kind of scary and worrisome. It's upsetting to get reminders that I don't know when I might graduate, but I'm damn sure it won't be with my classmates, and that's going to hurt. I also keep freaking out about spending 6 or so years just on this degree, coming out of uni in my late 20s with a lowly BA, no job history and just failing at everything thereafter. I feel like I'm just postponing hobodom rather than working towards the things I want out of my life, chiefly some kind of independence, both for myself and for the sake of the poeple I rely on. On top of all that, being back in a school-like environment, coupled with trying to help deal with the certain problems of certain friends, has brought back a lot of unpleasant memories and therefore stupid anxieties and paranoias that logically I know are ridiculous but still can't seem to shake.

I guess it's largely the constant uncertainty. I'm reluctant to make plans for myself or really acknowledge any hopes because I have no guarantee that things will be better in 5, 10 or 20 years' time. And I need them to be before I can trust my body to handle at least a semblance of a normal life. So, emotionally, I'm probably still in about the same place as I was pre-uni, just a few things have been added to the mix and they're balanced each other out. It's weird and disappointing that the goal I'd been working towards all of last year hasn't made me feel much better in achieving it.

I know, I know, I'm forever complaining about really stupid things when I look back on them, my problems pale in comparison to most, and I keep promising happier journals, even though I'm sure at this point that most of you have just tuned out to my bullshit (and if you hate me even half as much as I do, I don't blame you one bit) but I'm starting to feel like I need to rant here sometimes. The happy facade is spent in real life, on the people I interact with every day, so I'm sorry, internet mostly-strangers, but you're getting the tired, defeatist Arinen instead. I truly am sorry.