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Tyrannosaurusby *Nemonus

Traditional Art / Drawings / Animals

©2013 *Nemonus

Sketches from the Museum of Natural History, New York.

=Xephinetsa Jan 23, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

Very impressive! The proportions of the bones look really good, Nem. And the shading is lovely. Well done! <3

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*Nemonus Jan 24, 2013

Thanks!

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=Xephinetsa Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

No problem, Nem. c:

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~greenleafcm Jan 16, 2013 Student General Artist

Wow! Great sketches, you obviously have a knack for transferring what your eye sees down on paper, not everyone can do that.

The shading is very nice too. Hope you had fun at the museum, I've always wanted to go there.

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*Nemonus Jan 18, 2013

Thank you! I think I'm better at 'transferring' thing than at making things up out of my head.

It was a lot of fun. ^_^

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*VidrioRoto Jan 15, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

awesome sketches!

i wish i could draw bones like that!

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*Nemonus Jan 18, 2013

Thanks!

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~Cocoaprints Jan 14, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

*jealous* I wanna go to a museum so bad.

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~korikage-ookami Jan 13, 2013 Student Digital Artist

Oh, vertebrae. The bane of all existence.
Look at those tiny little armbones. Silly T-rex.

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~hbrika Jan 13, 2013

Ooh nice!

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