Somewhere in Florida, in an art school whose name I do not care to remember, a class of very sleepy freshmen were assigned a project in which they had to create a room for a famous character. My list of potential characters included Don Draper, Donald Duck, and Don Quixote. I went with the last one, and thought, wouldn't it be neat is he was actually INSIDE the windmill as he was battling it?! I thought that was a great idea until I actually had to draw it out, and then I died. I'm ok now, though.
As with most of my paint-things, the optimal viewing distance is four to five feet away. Because I rely on optical blending to make up for messy brush work.
My grandpa actually drew a wind mill for me! I think he knows everything.
In my head I was like, WHY DON'T ANY OF THESE THUMBNAILS WOOOORRRRRK?!
This one time I tried to use photoshop to map out the vanishing points, and it made me cry.
Then my friend was like, bro, just redraw your line-work and forget vanishing points, and I was like, a'ight.