Hi! I'm Shira Cherelle Pridgett. I'm a twin, LDS (Mormon), and an African American. Some of my passions are drawing, filming, editing, dancing, gaming and singing.
More places to stalk me:
Tumblr-shirasketch.tumblr.com/ (I'm here the most)
Instagram-www.instagram.com/shirasketch/ (Which will have both art and personal pics if you wanna see a piece of my life)
Youtube-www.youtube.com/user/TwinzWill… (If you wanna get to know me and my sis better)
Redbubble-www.redbubble.com/people/shira… (My sister and I post our designs here)
It’s been a looooooong time since I last used this site and I feel so bad… I had unfortunately lost my confidence in my art for a while and was just engulfed in an art block. It also didn’t help that my life caught up with me after finishing high school and getting ready for college and adult life in general. Thankfully, I finally pulled myself together and want to share my creations with the world!
I wanna start putting this site to good use again since I’m planning to study graphic design for the next few years (along with working on my own personal projects). I can’t wait to show y’all how my skills have improved!
I've been using my Tumblr the most lately, but you can also check out my Facebook Page , Twitter and Instagram (Which will have both art and personal pics if you wanna see a piece of my life)
Along with all that, I've been making a bunch of videos with more to come with my sis on our Youtube Channel TwinzWillBeTwinnz. We've got some new projects on the way so subscribe if you don't wanna miss out! (Only if you wanna though...)
I think that's all as far as updates go. I turned 20 a few days ago, so that's something...Either way, I can't wait to show y'all what I've been up to and what's to come!
Living Dolls-Chap 4-Kyle..Living Dolls-Chap 4-Kyle..
I couldn't seem to keep my hands off my tie for the life of me. Every few moments in between greeting everyone, I keep scratching my hair and twiddling with my blouse cuffs and tie. God, I bet I look the most messy out of everyone here.
It's been a week since getting the invite, and I'm finally here. Holy crap, it still hits me hard. I'm just an intern, but the Anzos actually invited me to their yearly ceremony. Even some of their full time workers didn't get here. It should have struck me with happiness, but instead, I'm just more nervous. Why would they invite me, I wondered? The train of anxiety, here we go. Try to make myself as presentable as possible, trying so hard that I wreck it all.
No secret either, that the rest of my coworkers, those both above and blow me, though mostly the former for obvious reasons, were in anger over the fact that I was allowed in. Just an intern for three years, while the rest worked longer, rose higher.
Those above me, I ne
Meetings in the Forest~ Part 2((Warning: This story is now outdated and is no longer cannon. I am planning on rewriting this))
At Troy's House......
"Troy?" Alice tugs on Troy's t-shirt, which causes him to break his attention away from trying to figure out how he was going to sneak the little human into his house.
Troy slowly looks down at Alice, giving a lopsided grin. He already knew what was bothering her. "Yeah I know.....you're scared..... But it's okay! I don't think my mom is up....and my dad isn't here sooo....it should be a piece of cake. Mmm~ Cake.....actually wouldn't mind having some....."
He pressed his free hand against a panel on the wall of the mansion, and a blue light scanned his hand. A computer voice went off saying. "Hand print, accepted." And the two large doors of the mansion began to open automatically. "Beats having keys huh?" He chuckled, slowly walking inside as the doors closed quietly behind him.
Alice's eyes widened
Old Friend - Chapter 22The music was switched off and Amy was leaned up against the remaining stack of CD’s, stuck staring at Andrew like a deer caught in headlights. Andrew noticed her behavior and pulled his hood back and his face saddened
“What is it? Why aren’t you speaking?” he asked with a frown, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. He reached out his hand to her and she involuntarily flinched. He paused his movements and looked at her quizzically for a few seconds before realizing the source of her behavior. He pulled his hand back and sat back in his chair. It squeaked as he put his weight into it.
“Amy…are you scared of me?” his voice pitched higher at his last word.
“I…I don’t know anything about you!” Amy squeaked involuntarily, ignoring his question. The smell of the cigarette smoke still lingered in the air. She felt her heart beating faster as words flew out of her mouth from panic.
“I don’t know your favorite colour
YOUR ART HAS VALUE! (and how to price it)Hello everybody!
I get asked frequently ‘how do you price your art?’ “How do I evaluate how much I should charge for commissions?” etc. Recently, I’ve read a few disappointing posts on how some people devalue either themselves or others’ art purely because it is posted online either as digital or traditional. We often see people with very low prices being taken advantage of by commissioners who want to obtain amazing art for pennies on the dollar without notifying the artist that maybe their prices are too low. On the flip side, we also see people who complain that art is ‘too expensive’ when the pricing of the artist’s work in question is appropriate.
In response to these, I’ve decided to create a journal designed to help you (yes you, reader) understand that your work has value and how you should price your work as a result. It also might shed light on a pretty widespread problem online o