I see Jimin, I immediately like the comment without caring on what the comment say it could even say ' boobies doobies woobies ' for all i care as long as jimin is on the profile pic
Jérôme Camugli Well that depends on how you think of talent, some people think of it as something you are born with, that you don't have to work hard to achieve
Don't get all worked up. I just implied that Jazza is pretty goddamn good at creating art. When I say somebody is talented I never mean it in a bad way. Mastery is a good mix of talent and "practiced skill"
Here's my take on the backstory of this artwork: He remembered the day his sister was brought home, head full of hair under that little knit cap. A small bundle of love, love that was taken away from him to care for her. He felt no love for her, for all she did was make their parents shoo him away when they didn't before. Until she got older. She didn't speak for seven years. He remembered his parents bringing her to a place to see what was wrong, and then coming back on the verge of tears. Autism. That was it; he wanted nothing to do with her. Until she finally said her first word; his name. His old vow going up in smoke, he promised himself to be the best big brother for her. Time passed. A favorite game of hers was to go around, in real or imagined events, and use her superpower to save the day; love. More time passed, and her power of love stuck, becoming more than just a game; it became a tangible part of her identity, that love was the superpower she had and was more than willing to spread it around. There came that day in his life, that day where he told his family that he felt no feelings towards women but to men. His parents rejected him horribly, calling him horrible names and saying he would rot in hell. But not his sister. She used her power of love to heal the wounds their parents caused him. She promised him that if their parents deny their love for their son, he could always count on her superpower to never turn away from him. He cried all night High school came, and ultimately puberty and the mess of raging hormones. She had gone through a startling change, going from a cute little lovebug to an object of lustful desires. Her brother had taught her that there will be others that will want her power, but not like before; they would want to steal it for themselves, tuck it away in their pocket. She learned how to turn them away, and with her sidekick big brother by her side, her power remained hers. Despite her constant outpouring of love, it was in short supply in the house. With her being challenging to raise, him daring to go against everything they've ever taught him, and the former spark of romance lost, there was hardly a night where there wasn't a horrible shouting match; at each other, about their children, towards their children, everything. It was decided; the moment they could, the moment he graduated high school, they were going away from their unloving parents. Then the bombs dropped. War had been declared Chaos had overtaken the city within hours, scared citizens running for their lives, vandals grabbing what they wanted because no one was stopping them, the body count rising higher by the minute. The school was no safer, so they fled. They fled back home, but it was gone, a smoldering wreck in its place. They both openly wept, for the reason they came here at all was gone; not for their parents, but for the dog. The weeks went on, the chaos dying down to the quiet tension of looming death. A side effect of the bombs was a poisonous gas, one that would eventually render the air unsafe to breathe. Gas masks were not easy to come by, as it was either kill for it or be killed without it. It was hard, her power of love sometimes getting in the way of her eating food or getting supplies. "There is a lack of love now, and there is nothing we can do. All we can do now is what we must to stay alive," She had grown quiet; her jubilant, loving self has faded. She was losing her power. The days went on, her countenance growing greyer and greyer. But there was one more spark of love, the one last spark that cost the ultimate price. She had spotted a sniper's laser sight on her brother, and pushed him aside as the shot rang out. She slumped to the ground, a trail of red forming on her shirt. He dragged her to safety, but as he examined the wound, he saw there was nothing he could do. Fish out the bullet? What did he have that wouldn't cause a raging infection? It had blown through her lungs, she was breathing hard. There was too much blood lost already. There was only one outcome now She whispered her final words to him while he embraced her and cried. Even when her hold fell slack he didn't let go, not even when her warmth grew cold. It was hours before he had the courage to let go. It was a shallow grave, with rubbish as the marker, but it was the best he could do. He knew that's all he wanted from him; his best. Knowing he wouldn't live long if he stayed there, he left the grave behind. Time passes It was a long time since he saw any flowers unmarked by tragedy, and these were her favorite. It had been a while, perhaps another visit is due. Bouquet in hand, he traveled half the city to the grave, makeshift wood cross leaning against a sheet of galvanized metal. He kneeled down, placing the flowers on the grave. He couldn't stop the tears. He didn't want to. Every time. Every visit. Every new bouquet of flowers. Every stop here, her final words would ring in his ears as if she was leaning in to say them again: "Don't be sad. When you feel love, that's me. Just because I'm gone doesn't mean my superpower isn't. As long as you don't forget love, you'll never forgot me," (Sorry for that people, I kinda got carried away. This is just a brain fart story, fresh from the shower. Absolutely no editing here so sorry there too. Oh well, hope you enjoyed this anyway)
please become a writer in the future!!! seriously, if THIS is an un-edited brain fart story, than i can't believe what you could create when doing your best
Nix knelt over the makeshift grave, callused hands digging into the soft earth. A tear rolled slowly down his cheek, daintily touching the gas mask placed ever so carefully over his nose and mouth. He had lost her. --- I can do more if anyone wants
What if the ghost is actually of the guy's mother who died years ago. And in his grief and revenge he brought about the apocalypse. Having succeeded he sits at his mother's grave remembering the time he had with her. As he remembers, his mother's ghost lingers in the background sad at what her beloved son has done and become. And she weeps because when her power of love left the world, her son turned to hatred and vengeance. Tearing her astral clothes in sorrow and mourning of the death of the world and her little happy boy. And the flowers? One of the guy's first memories is of his mother setting a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table of their small two room apartment. Brightening the place like only his mother could.
YES LUV THESE! I have been trying to expand my art style and ability and subscribing to a bunch of these art channels is really helping inspire me! Your so funny in your videos and just make art so enjoyable thank you
When the music started to play when jazza is showing the piece fully done....I most started to cry from it, the emotions of these two characters. They stood out and you can sense on how they both felt.
The perspective, the composition, the body postures, the apocalyptic broken buildings in silhouette and sky flames, the blue translucence of the ghostly figure and sketchy buildings through her clothing.... Ahhhh, this is all done so well! You can learn a lot from just studying this piece. Bravo!
This is by far my favorite character draw he has ever done! There is so much depth and story in just one, single, picture. What is so amazing is that there are so many people in the comments with their own accompanying stories. One piece instantly conjures a wonderful, deep, love story in people's mind. Each unique to the viewer looking at the piece.
Okay, okay. There's a few one-shot story already for this video, but here is my version in my writing style. (Your name) sat there, a bouquet of flowers in hand, facing the makeshift grave he made from the surrounding rubble. A trickle of tears begin to form around his eye's before breaking free and made it's way to his gas mask. On the makeshift wooden tombstone cross is written in a rather rushed way, is the name, life span, and her final words. 'Here lies Amanda Goodwitch, 1993-2048. "Wherever you feel or give love, you are remembering and spreading my influence of you and others."' Amanda however, is in a ghostly form, overlooking her former husband, (Y/n) Goodwitch. Her hands clutching the area where her heart is, as if she is being stabbed in the heart. The distant city, once the glorious city known as New York city, is now in ruins, burning into the ash filled sky. //// And that's it. My rather rushed one-shot. Do what you think about it, like, dislike, or comment.
I apologize if someone has already asked this, but does he (or you if you're reading this Jazza), scan and upload these sketches? I would love to have it as a wallpaper for my computer!!
This has to be my favorite 'Character Design' session you've done. There's SO much to it, specially considering how I saw you struggle on stream with the concepts but still pulled through and managed to make an incredible piece.
I just made a story for these charachters: Two lovers together since childhood. The girl had the power of love but disgusted by her parents she loved them anyway. She went to a park one day and started crying a boy about the same age comforted her, cared for her. She felt loved for once. They grew up together soon falling in love. Her powers relaxing as fell further in love. They were about to get married, but as the time came the apocalypse happened. The man gave her roses to prove to her she was safe. Though she caught some sort of plague soon dying. The man heartbroken sorrowfully buried her body and put a bouquet of roses whenever he could. Everyday after her death the ghost of the girl watched over the man she loved. I'm sorry if I made you craft.
This is up to date my favorite character design session Jazza's ever made, and I truly hope he brings them back since watching him design characters and bring them to life is just so inspiring to me as a beginning artist.
When I saw the finished picture, I thought of a sad little story: Michael and Isabella have know each other from the start. They were in kindergarten together, all the way up until college. They loved each other so much, I almost can't describe it. Isabella was truly special. Having the power of love isn't even half of it. It killed Michael when she died. It hurt him more then his eventual death, lying on the cold hard ground, bleeding out from a knife wound. At least he was buried by some kind strangers, who found his body. But the pain didn't even compare to when Isabella died. How did everything just collapse? It was perfect before the apocalypse, so perfect. Isabella was sexy, yet sweet. Strong, yet emotional. Michael on the other hand was fun, yet sensible. He was a hard worker, and also very intelligent. Two perfect people, two perfect lovers. If only that earthquake and wind storm didn't destroy that lab, releasing a deadly and contagious disease. If only those thugs didn't knock Isabella unconscious, maybe she would've lived. When she fell to the ground, her gas mask was knocked off, and by then it was to late. In those few seconds, the disease had entered her lungs, and begun to kill off the tissue. Worse of all, it happened right in front of Michael. Even though he couldn't have prevented it, he blamed himself. If I were him, I would blame myself too. He couldn't save her, and now all that's left of her is her poorly made grave, always with a new rose bouquet every day.
This is really well written good job I enjoyed it and honestly want more of this story but all great things must come to an end. Thank you for sharing.
Gillian Votaw had to go back to look and you're actually right. Especially the female eyes all seem to have the same feline look. Jazza this could be a challenge.Draw a fierce female character with unique face AND a different body-type. Perhaps muscular like a real warrior would be? Break the cartoon stereotype of curvy and soft bodies and try to make a character sexy without falling for the easy boobs showing and curvy hips routine.
most artists involuntarily do that... they draw designs/face which they feel comfortable with. It happened to me too. when I looked back at my drawings I realized my characters look similar too...
My dad walked in and heard what I was listening to, Jazza talking about how sexy the ghost should be and i was grounded until I showed him it was an art vid
This must be my personal favourite artwork by Jazza. Not only does the quality of the drawing is amazing, but it also has a story behind it that carries all those emotions with it.
This has to be my favourite of all of these character designs. It would be cool to see you do more of these videos where you focus on the story and the scene as much as you did in this one. Great job Jazza!
I would be really interested to see this! Mark Crilley made his pseudo-manga in "Brody's Ghost" and I'd love to see Jazza make his own original comic book!
i don't think it would be dificult to incorporate all the elements in one character: -Ghost: it's a ghost, you know what to do. -sexy: a lot of curves like the female ended up with -apocaliptic: monstruous design. (remember it asked sexy, not beautiful) -power of love: make her do a heart with her hands and shooting hearts from it (type "boa hancock power" in google images to know what i mean)
This was just amazing. I really love how these random character design ideas can come together. They can be so unique! This would really be a great, epic backstory idea for a book or video game of some sort. This is my favorite character design in a while!
This is probably one of my favourite pieces of artwork you've done. I just love it. This piece carries a whole story that radiates with emotion. I just.. I don't know but I LOVE IT.
Befallen afront the makeshift grave, Kong sat . The winds of a dying world rippled through his hair. "It had come so fast," he thought. Month's they had survived together, months they had loved each other. For a brief time, they actually thought they could beat this; survive to the end on passion alone. Then the bandits came.
Ten men strong, trudged forth upon the barbed corpse of a military Humvee. It's spin down range of us saying all that the silent occupants wouldn't. They wanted our food, our guns, our home beneath the bridge. I would have given it all had I thought it would have stopped what was to come. Bell wouldn't stand it. Even with the danger before us; With the miracle of our love growing inside her; She knew resettling wouldn't be an option.
I'm just being a bit nit picky but I think maybe having the rope on her grave should be blue like her so we could see that it was her who died and was watching over him or a necklace or even a piece of blue cloth that came from her torn up clothing that she wore and is still wearing in death. Just a thought to add a bit more depth and understanding of the situation. Other than that I love it and this is one of my favorite jazza pieces.
Nechi Woods i think the rope being blue would really TIE the piece together... I am so sorry to anyone scrolling through the comments who stumbles on this pun... I just type of my own acCORD... okay, I'm done. let's just HANG this comment up to dry...😅
I think it does not need to be spelled out. The only ones that need it spelled out for them are the ones who are unable to understand the implications already there. Also, the most stupid/dumb people of all are the ones that go around telling people that there's so many stupid/dumb people in the world.
I think it's great not having everything spelled out. Then its left to interpretation and hearing the emotions people get from the piece because everyone is different.
story from these two beauty's Mars(named da female okay?) Grew up in a small town ...forever bullied...Until she meant Ryder(male named duh) Ryder cherished Mars...even when mars wanted to end it all...One day Ryder proposed. It looked so lovely ...until the post Apocalypse happened.. The lovers...went on living life... But on one awful mission...Mars fell and inpalled her self..Only her love power....would . help thru ..she tryed so hard to get her love power to work...It wouldn't..for her at least ....instead it went to Ryder in ..love he knew he needed to find her..he did...The last thing she said was "I love you" Ryder hadn't only lost her he also lost his unborn child.....He baryed her..and every day he would come and cry..She would always watch him...and send him love thru thoughts... (I'm a good story writer)
I love how much story is told from this pictureTheir bond was so strong that even as the world is falling apart around them he still took time to give her a proper graveAnd she refuses to leave him even thoughthere is no hope of coming back
I absolutely love the story (your art as always is stunning) and love the way you used scenery to deliver without over cluttering. This is utterly gorgeous!!!
I swear to sweet baby Jesus, Jazza has to be the best at making facial expressions, so much emotion. If i had a soul, i would probably cry or squeal at most of his artwork. Very impressive.
This is definitely the drawing I want a print for. I still didn't really know which one I wanted but I noticed that I clicked on this one the most and I really do love that this one has a story to it
this is the first time ive seen him draw a background with his character designs and it was amazing he should do it more often
Oh look, an ARMY. I totally don't see them everywhere even on videos without any Kpop stuff. Kpop... Kpop is good..
How you're interest by liking the video! That means more because it directly benefits him
I see Jimin, I immediately like the comment without caring on what the comment say it could even say ' boobies doobies woobies ' for all i care as long as jimin is on the profile pic
Annie Nguyen YES HELLO ARMY o3o we are everywhere (I don't have a bias but Jimin is freaking bae, BTS is bae tho, all of them :P)
Karizma Hill Nice picture of Jimin..
He can capture the emotion of sadness and despair so effectively that it almost makes me want to console his characters.
It's High Noot i teared up
saaaame i actually felt bad for the man on the ground, he just looks so SAD! i just wanna give him a hug
It's High Noot I wanna hug the poor guy 😢😢😢😢😢😢
the guy on the floor would be such a good character for a game
definitely! This would actually be a great idea for a game!
Nicholas give me 7 years and I won't get anywhere
Nicholas *cough* krieg
Nicholas it reminds me of fallout 4
+Daisy Doo no stop
Wow! The emotions are really strong in this piece. Great job Jo!
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Hey Jazza. Please make a comic book. That'd be amazing.
YASSSSSS
He has a really old animated series that works real comic-y called Paladin.
Girish Manjunath Paladin the gam3?
retroGourmet YES
Tsuyu sucks.
this guy is so fucking talented.
QuatanoxXx not talent, hard work, practice and patience
Jérôme Camugli Well that depends on how you think of talent, some people think of it as something you are born with, that you don't have to work hard to achieve
Don't get all worked up. I just implied that Jazza is pretty goddamn good at creating art. When I say somebody is talented I never mean it in a bad way. Mastery is a good mix of talent and "practiced skill"
QuatanoxXx Lol, sorry
Jérôme Camugli you've got it
Guys guys it's not just a Apocalypse Ghost, it's a
S E X Y Apocalypse Ghost
the only kind
...with the weapon "Love"!
Well that was what the twitch chat chose!!!
agree so sexy
666 ;•O
I’ve been watching all of Jazza’s videos recently, and this is by far, one of my most favorite designs. I would legit hang this up in my room.
You should get his ultimate creativity box then. It’ll have a signed print of this. Regards from 2 years later. ;)
Here's my take on the backstory of this artwork:
He remembered the day his sister was brought home, head full of hair under that little knit cap. A small bundle of love, love that was taken away from him to care for her. He felt no love for her, for all she did was make their parents shoo him away when they didn't before. Until she got older.
She didn't speak for seven years. He remembered his parents bringing her to a place to see what was wrong, and then coming back on the verge of tears. Autism. That was it; he wanted nothing to do with her. Until she finally said her first word; his name. His old vow going up in smoke, he promised himself to be the best big brother for her.
Time passed. A favorite game of hers was to go around, in real or imagined events, and use her superpower to save the day; love. More time passed, and her power of love stuck, becoming more than just a game; it became a tangible part of her identity, that love was the superpower she had and was more than willing to spread it around.
There came that day in his life, that day where he told his family that he felt no feelings towards women but to men. His parents rejected him horribly, calling him horrible names and saying he would rot in hell. But not his sister. She used her power of love to heal the wounds their parents caused him. She promised him that if their parents deny their love for their son, he could always count on her superpower to never turn away from him. He cried all night
High school came, and ultimately puberty and the mess of raging hormones. She had gone through a startling change, going from a cute little lovebug to an object of lustful desires. Her brother had taught her that there will be others that will want her power, but not like before; they would want to steal it for themselves, tuck it away in their pocket. She learned how to turn them away, and with her sidekick big brother by her side, her power remained hers.
Despite her constant outpouring of love, it was in short supply in the house. With her being challenging to raise, him daring to go against everything they've ever taught him, and the former spark of romance lost, there was hardly a night where there wasn't a horrible shouting match; at each other, about their children, towards their children, everything. It was decided; the moment they could, the moment he graduated high school, they were going away from their unloving parents.
Then the bombs dropped. War had been declared
Chaos had overtaken the city within hours, scared citizens running for their lives, vandals grabbing what they wanted because no one was stopping them, the body count rising higher by the minute. The school was no safer, so they fled. They fled back home, but it was gone, a smoldering wreck in its place. They both openly wept, for the reason they came here at all was gone; not for their parents, but for the dog.
The weeks went on, the chaos dying down to the quiet tension of looming death. A side effect of the bombs was a poisonous gas, one that would eventually render the air unsafe to breathe. Gas masks were not easy to come by, as it was either kill for it or be killed without it. It was hard, her power of love sometimes getting in the way of her eating food or getting supplies.
"There is a lack of love now, and there is nothing we can do. All we can do now is what we must to stay alive,"
She had grown quiet; her jubilant, loving self has faded. She was losing her power. The days went on, her countenance growing greyer and greyer.
But there was one more spark of love, the one last spark that cost the ultimate price. She had spotted a sniper's laser sight on her brother, and pushed him aside as the shot rang out. She slumped to the ground, a trail of red forming on her shirt.
He dragged her to safety, but as he examined the wound, he saw there was nothing he could do. Fish out the bullet? What did he have that wouldn't cause a raging infection? It had blown through her lungs, she was breathing hard. There was too much blood lost already. There was only one outcome now
She whispered her final words to him while he embraced her and cried. Even when her hold fell slack he didn't let go, not even when her warmth grew cold. It was hours before he had the courage to let go.
It was a shallow grave, with rubbish as the marker, but it was the best he could do. He knew that's all he wanted from him; his best. Knowing he wouldn't live long if he stayed there, he left the grave behind.
Time passes
It was a long time since he saw any flowers unmarked by tragedy, and these were her favorite. It had been a while, perhaps another visit is due. Bouquet in hand, he traveled half the city to the grave, makeshift wood cross leaning against a sheet of galvanized metal. He kneeled down, placing the flowers on the grave. He couldn't stop the tears. He didn't want to.
Every time. Every visit. Every new bouquet of flowers. Every stop here, her final words would ring in his ears as if she was leaning in to say them again:
"Don't be sad. When you feel love, that's me. Just because I'm gone doesn't mean my superpower isn't. As long as you don't forget love, you'll never forgot me,"
(Sorry for that people, I kinda got carried away. This is just a brain fart story, fresh from the shower. Absolutely no editing here so sorry there too. Oh well, hope you enjoyed this anyway)
lol this is the only story comment that made my cry
please become a writer in the future!!! seriously, if THIS is an un-edited brain fart story, than i can't believe what you could create when doing your best
Naomi Brake I actually have some stories up on AO3
I actually love how they aren't in a relationship:o
Well, a romantic one.
Clearly they do have some sort of relationship, haha
SydDrawsStuff That was amazing. -claps-
This was so much fun to color in tbh. Happy you picked it for the coloring contest!
Someone should totally make this into a story.
on it
As Jared mourned his dead lover, little did he know, she was there and always would be.
That's just a single scene
NefariousNapkin more
Dude not too bad.
Nix knelt over the makeshift grave, callused hands digging into the soft earth. A tear rolled slowly down his cheek, daintily touching the gas mask placed ever so carefully over his nose and mouth.
He had lost her.
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I can do more if anyone wants
Wow, didn't expect it to turn out so emotional and inspiring. It sounded really silly in the beginning but GOOD JOB
What if the ghost is actually of the guy's mother who died years ago. And in his grief and revenge he brought about the apocalypse. Having succeeded he sits at his mother's grave remembering the time he had with her. As he remembers, his mother's ghost lingers in the background sad at what her beloved son has done and become. And she weeps because when her power of love left the world, her son turned to hatred and vengeance. Tearing her astral clothes in sorrow and mourning of the death of the world and her little happy boy. And the flowers? One of the guy's first memories is of his mother setting a bouquet of flowers in a vase on the table of their small two room apartment. Brightening the place like only his mother could.
Kristian Hughes I like this idea much more than the other ones because the other ones are kinda cliche. I LIKE IT SO MUCH EEK
Kristian Hughes that idea is great I love it is much
Who’s here after Jazza released his ultimate creativity box?
Little did you know that this would eventually become your favorite artwork of all time... fasting forward to 2020 of course...
Video starts at 00:00 thank me later
Andydownunder
Omg thank you man. This would've been so boring. Thanks.
this comment is more important than the important videos playlist
SolarMoney2112 omg yes
SolarMoney2112 nothing is more important than the important videos playlist "yee" heard?
no "A" didn't heard
I love your style Jazza! This is so bloody cool! (I mean it's hot because of the fire, but, it's cool)
YES LUV THESE! I have been trying to expand my art style and ability and subscribing to a bunch of these art channels is really helping inspire me! Your so funny in your videos and just make art so enjoyable thank you
i know how you feel
Coming back to watch this after Jazza released his Ultimate Creativity box :,) Who would’ve thought it was just the beginning for this amazing piece
When the music started to play when jazza is showing the piece fully done....I most started to cry from it, the emotions of these two characters. They stood out and you can sense on how they both felt.
I love your art and others do too but
how long does this take you😂
This was a 5 hour long stream!
This one took 4 1/2 hours on the stream
Crafty Girl 124 took me the same amount of time to sketch a face.
What about sexy Benjamin ghost?
ohhhhhhhhhh
omg yes
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
it was the summer of 2001 FRENCH JAZZA DENIES
Some people just want to watch the world burn.
For some reason, when I was shaking the table with my fidgeting foot, I kept thinking that I would make Jazza accidentally mess up his art XD
The perspective, the composition, the body postures, the apocalyptic broken buildings in silhouette and sky flames, the blue translucence of the ghostly figure and sketchy buildings through her clothing.... Ahhhh, this is all done so well! You can learn a lot from just studying this piece. Bravo!
This is by far my favorite character draw he has ever done! There is so much depth and story in just one, single, picture. What is so amazing is that there are so many people in the comments with their own accompanying stories. One piece instantly conjures a wonderful, deep, love story in people's mind. Each unique to the viewer looking at the piece.
I love your drawings dude!💖😄
Okay, okay. There's a few one-shot story already for this video, but here is my version in my writing style.
(Your name) sat there, a bouquet of flowers in hand, facing the makeshift grave he made from the surrounding rubble. A trickle of tears begin to form around his eye's before breaking free and made it's way to his gas mask.
On the makeshift wooden tombstone cross is written in a rather rushed way, is the name, life span, and her final words. 'Here lies Amanda Goodwitch, 1993-2048. "Wherever you feel or give love, you are remembering and spreading my influence of you and others."'
Amanda however, is in a ghostly form, overlooking her former husband, (Y/n) Goodwitch. Her hands clutching the area where her heart is, as if she is being stabbed in the heart. The distant city, once the glorious city known as New York city, is now in ruins, burning into the ash filled sky. ////
And that's it. My rather rushed one-shot. Do what you think about it, like, dislike, or comment.
That's is very well written
I apologize if someone has already asked this, but does he (or you if you're reading this Jazza), scan and upload these sketches? I would love to have it as a wallpaper for my computer!!
I scan and upload all of my HD artworks to my Artwork Archive available at jazzastudios.com/product/artwork-archive/ (updated yearly)
Perfect, thank you very much sir!
This is by far my favorite work he's ever done, and now thanks to his shop, I'm coloring it myself. I am in absolute love with this piece of art.
This has to be my favorite 'Character Design' session you've done. There's SO much to it, specially considering how I saw you struggle on stream with the concepts but still pulled through and managed to make an incredible piece.
I just made a story for these charachters:
Two lovers together since childhood. The girl had the power of love but disgusted by her parents she loved them anyway. She went to a park one day and started crying a boy about the same age comforted her, cared for her. She felt loved for once. They grew up together soon falling in love. Her powers relaxing as fell further in love. They were about to get married, but as the time came the apocalypse happened. The man gave her roses to prove to her she was safe. Though she caught some sort of plague soon dying. The man heartbroken sorrowfully buried her body and put a bouquet of roses whenever he could. Everyday after her death the ghost of the girl watched over the man she loved.
I'm sorry if I made you craft.
GZ Toledo pham-
Damn.
GZ Toledo nice
GZ Toledo omg you actually did it xD i saw that you said you would in the livestream
Gallardo Spel I honestly don't know what you're saying I don't join livestreams because time zones.
Jazza I think this drawing is my favourit I even did it my wallpaper!!😃😃
I can't draw... I hope I'm not the only one
Bottle you are
I couldn't, but I practiced and got better.
I have that book, super helpful if you're willing to put in some time.
Bottle drawing is only taste ☺️
I can't. At all. But I plan on learning soon.
Drawings like this can really tell a lot. Its amazing how just one image can tell a whole story
This is up to date my favorite character design session Jazza's ever made, and I truly hope he brings them back since watching him design characters and bring them to life is just so inspiring to me as a beginning artist.
When I saw the finished picture, I thought of a sad little story:
Michael and Isabella have know each other from the start. They were in kindergarten together, all the way up until college. They loved each other so much, I almost can't describe it. Isabella was truly special. Having the power of love isn't even half of it. It killed Michael when she died. It hurt him more then his eventual death, lying on the cold hard ground, bleeding out from a knife wound. At least he was buried by some kind strangers, who found his body. But the pain didn't even compare to when Isabella died. How did everything just collapse? It was perfect before the apocalypse, so perfect. Isabella was sexy, yet sweet. Strong, yet emotional. Michael on the other hand was fun, yet sensible. He was a hard worker, and also very intelligent. Two perfect people, two perfect lovers. If only that earthquake and wind storm didn't destroy that lab, releasing a deadly and contagious disease. If only those thugs didn't knock Isabella unconscious, maybe she would've lived. When she fell to the ground, her gas mask was knocked off, and by then it was to late. In those few seconds, the disease had entered her lungs, and begun to kill off the tissue. Worse of all, it happened right in front of Michael. Even though he couldn't have prevented it, he blamed himself. If I were him, I would blame myself too. He couldn't save her, and now all that's left of her is her poorly made grave, always with a new rose bouquet every day.
Willow Blossom
cool!
I'm tearing up!😢
This is really well written good job I enjoyed it and honestly want more of this story but all great things must come to an end. Thank you for sharing.
Willow Blossom nice, just really don't like the names.
Is your actual name violet? That's my name!
Don't get me wrong, this drawing is gorgeous; but I think a lot of Jazza's female characters have the same face
Gillian Votaw had to go back to look and you're actually right. Especially the female eyes all seem to have the same feline look. Jazza this could be a challenge.Draw a fierce female character with unique face AND a different body-type. Perhaps muscular like a real warrior would be? Break the cartoon stereotype of curvy and soft bodies and try to make a character sexy without falling for the easy boobs showing and curvy hips routine.
most artists involuntarily do that... they draw designs/face which they feel comfortable with. It happened to me too. when I looked back at my drawings I realized my characters look similar too...
But he’s a video game designer, he kinda has to do that
naw thats just an excuse
they kinda do. i was really thinking the same thing myself.
My dad walked in and heard what I was listening to, Jazza talking about how sexy the ghost should be and i was grounded until I showed him it was an art vid
This must be my personal favourite artwork by Jazza. Not only does the quality of the drawing is amazing, but it also has a story behind it that carries all those emotions with it.
This has to be my favourite of all of these character designs. It would be cool to see you do more of these videos where you focus on the story and the scene as much as you did in this one. Great job Jazza!
She protec, she attack, but most importantly... She be back
Jazza, you should make a comic book, or illustrated novel
I would be really interested to see this! Mark Crilley made his pseudo-manga in "Brody's Ghost" and I'd love to see Jazza make his own original comic book!
i don't think it would be dificult to incorporate all the elements in one character:
-Ghost: it's a ghost, you know what to do.
-sexy: a lot of curves like the female ended up with
-apocaliptic: monstruous design. (remember it asked sexy, not beautiful)
-power of love: make her do a heart with her hands and shooting hearts from it (type "boa hancock power" in google images to know what i mean)
Sarcastic Duck oooooooh I see I just googled that and I think that's a cool idea
Or she hurts others with love. Perhaps giving someone a broken heart is a dangerous weapon that could be used by us all.
It's so rare that you do this character design session with a full drawing. This is so awesome man ! So much talent, it hurts !
This was just amazing. I really love how these random character design ideas can come together. They can be so unique! This would really be a great, epic backstory idea for a book or video game of some sort. This is my favorite character design in a while!
"Post-apocalyptic ghost who uses the power of love and is sexy"
....Mettaton?
This is probably one of my favourite pieces of artwork you've done. I just love it. This piece carries a whole story that radiates with emotion. I just.. I don't know but I LOVE IT.
Befallen afront the makeshift grave, Kong sat . The winds of a dying world rippled through his hair. "It had come so fast," he thought. Month's they had survived together, months they had loved each other. For a brief time, they actually thought they could beat this; survive to the end on passion alone. Then the bandits came.
Ten men strong, trudged forth upon the barbed corpse of a military Humvee. It's spin down range of us saying all that the silent occupants wouldn't. They wanted our food, our guns, our home beneath the bridge. I would have given it all had I thought it would have stopped what was to come. Bell wouldn't stand it. Even with the danger before us; With the miracle of our love growing inside her; She knew resettling wouldn't be an option.
Ghost, Post-apocalyptic: Brody's ghost...?
Everytime he does this I think its amazing without colors. But then he adds colors and I have no idea how much better it can get. It is so amazing!
This is one of my favourite character designs in this series so far!
I REALLY WANTED THE CHILD AND MOM CAUSE THAT WOULD BE ADORABLE but it didn't win 😭
If you buy "jazza's art archive" will you get art in the future aswell, or only those that is made until now?
+Einar Johnsen future stuff too, i update at the start of every year
Draw with Jazza then i will buy it! :)
Draw with Jazza please help i dont understand how to create a poll I've tried alot and don't understand
I'm just being a bit nit picky but I think maybe having the rope on her grave should be blue like her so we could see that it was her who died and was watching over him or a necklace or even a piece of blue cloth that came from her torn up clothing that she wore and is still wearing in death. Just a thought to add a bit more depth and understanding of the situation. Other than that I love it and this is one of my favorite jazza pieces.
Nechi Woods i think the rope being blue would really TIE the piece together... I am so sorry to anyone scrolling through the comments who stumbles on this pun... I just type of my own acCORD... okay, I'm done. let's just HANG this comment up to dry...😅
Does everything have to be spelled out tho?
VanLifeCrisis yes. There are some really dumb people out there
I think it does not need to be spelled out. The only ones that need it spelled out for them are the ones who are unable to understand the implications already there. Also, the most stupid/dumb people of all are the ones that go around telling people that there's so many stupid/dumb people in the world.
I think it's great not having everything spelled out. Then its left to interpretation and hearing the emotions people get from the piece because everyone is different.
this is my favorite drawing you've done because its a full scene with so much detail
This is the best Character Design session so far, I've watched this 100 times. I love the whole scene, all of the features works so well together!
If 10,000 hours get you to mastery, Jazza has put in at least 100,000 hours.
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh why are u so dam good !!!!!!!!
it's called practice, kiddo. he's been doing art for many MANY years.
totaly 1st... not 931th....
AlbertSanchez11 lel
60_Feet_Over L what.... I was just 1st... no lie.....
AlbertSanchez11 there's not even 931 comments.
thirty firth lol
jagger click he means views
I think this is by far my favourite of Jazza's character design sessions. I love it!
This was a beautiful and elegant piece. I absolutely loved it and I enjoyed watching the process as well. Amazing job!!
HOW DOES HE DO THIS OMG
ALSO
L O O K A T T H O S E H A N D S!!!
HANDS ARE IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME AND 99% OF THE HUMAN RACE TO DRAW
its me again jazzzzYYY
Draw With Alice so?
xMckingwill so I love him ;)
Draw With Alice jizzer
Viet Pee um what's jizer :)
Draw With Alice
I mean like your good at drawing, but I would't say that ur like really good.
But continued drawing:)
could you draw a fallen(Corrupted) hero
just curious
So jazza is an amazing artist. He was able to make me feel theses emotions through this drawing and I even found myself tearing up.
I love these character design videos. Your reaction to the votes are always hilarious and the results are always so creative!
Can you start showing the twitch chat.
#fixthechin on the livestream
Am i the only one here from the livestream? Seriously? No #fixthechin ?!
#rosethumb (only stream waters will know)
#sexyfingers
I'm loving Jazza's traditional art videos and the subject was very interesting because there where so many stories that could be made from it.
My favorite character design session so far that I have seen. Absolutely beautiful characters
What is your twitch channel?
its in the description!
I don't see it
i think its the link that says "join future streams"
Poo Poo it's LiveWithJazza
story from these two beauty's Mars(named da female okay?) Grew up in a small town ...forever bullied...Until she meant Ryder(male named duh) Ryder cherished Mars...even when mars wanted to end it all...One day Ryder proposed. It looked so lovely ...until the post Apocalypse happened.. The lovers...went on living life... But on one awful mission...Mars fell and inpalled her self..Only her love power....would . help thru ..she tryed so hard to get her love power to work...It wouldn't..for her at least ....instead it went to Ryder in ..love he knew he needed to find her..he did...The last thing she said was "I love you" Ryder hadn't only lost her he also lost his unborn child.....He baryed her..and every day he would come and cry..She would always watch him...and send him love thru thoughts... (I'm a good story writer)
The Ghosts Of Gaming generic plot, shitty grammar, spelling isn't the best. Not that good a story writer.
The Ghosts Of Gaming generic plot, shitty grammar, spelling isn't the best. Not that good a story writer.
That was pretty bad 😂
That was pretty bad 😂
I've seen better... also the periods hurt xD
But it's okay. Don't beat yourself up about anything.
I love how much story is told from this pictureTheir bond was so strong that even as the world is falling apart around them he still took time to give her a proper graveAnd she refuses to leave him even thoughthere is no hope of coming back
I just bought your book earlier this week, and the tips within are ALREADY helping me immensely with my characters. Thank you so much!
This is probably my favorite piece that I've seen from Jazza, i really love the color scheme and the way it was portrayed with the background, etc.
I absolutely love the story (your art as always is stunning) and love the way you used scenery to deliver without over cluttering. This is utterly gorgeous!!!
I legit cried while watching you draw this. There is so much emotion in this, its amazing....
My favorite Character Design Session because it has soul and story, and is more than just another random character
This work is amazing! I can feel the emotions come through the piece. Absolutely incredible and touching.
Jazza you make it sound so hard in the beginning but by the end you love it and it is magnificent
I will always love these character designs! I especially love how he always describe each step as he goes along 👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽
omg when he started to draw the man, I almost cried. He really captured the anguish on his face. Well done, Jazza!
By far my favorite drawing. I would really enjoy more of these scene drawing. Love the work!
This might be my most favourite character draw!!!!!! Stunning!
This is probably my favorite of any piece you've done. Really incredible work.
I swear to sweet baby Jesus, Jazza has to be the best at making facial expressions, so much emotion. If i had a soul, i would probably cry or squeal at most of his artwork. Very impressive.
This is gorgeous! Definitely one of my favorite character designs yet. Please do more scenes!!!
I'm literally in love with all of his art work.
I think there should more like these story design sessions. This was really cool to see all the story being put into 1 picture.
I love all your Character Design Sessions, and this was one of my favorite so far!
Hoshinawa I hate u just because of the profile pic
Jazza, i would love to see more "full" pieces like this, with backgrounds and more of a storyline. absolutely love your work!
whos here in 2020 where jazza has released his box and his own apocalypse ghost figure, you've come so far jazza!
This is beautifully powerful, it shows that even in apocalypses, there’s always love..
Its probably the most beautiful art you've ever done!
This is my favorite piece I've ever seen you do Jazza. TOTALLY AMAZING!
My favourite characters design session yet~♡
This is my favourite peice of yours, Jazza! it's so well drawn and the colours work perfectly together.
This is definitely the drawing I want a print for. I still didn't really know which one I wanted but I noticed that I clicked on this one the most and I really do love that this one has a story to it
I love watching your character designs (well, scene design in this case). They're always so amazing!
This is probably one of my favorite drawings that you have done.