I usually pull together a small reference pack: a few profile shots, some 3/4 portraits, and lots of extreme tilt photos. The trick I tell myself is to include variety—different ages, ethnicities, and eyelid shapes—so I stop drawing a single eye type over and over. Search terms that work well are 'three-quarter portrait close-up', 'eye looking up profile', and 'eye close up tilt'. Unsplash and Pexels are my go-tos for free, high-res images, but sometimes I dive into Flickr for older portrait sets that show natural expressions.
Another thing I do is use a 3D head model in 'Blender' or poseable figure apps like 'Magic Poser' to rotate the head and capture consistent lighting. If I’m studying a particular angle, I print or import the photo into a layer, lower the opacity, and trace the major relationships: brow line, eyelid fold, tear duct axis. Doing that repeatedly taught me where the eyeball pushes the skin and how the sclera curve changes, which is way more useful than memorizing a single 'perfect' reference. I always end up with fresher, livelier eyes when I mix photos and 3D turns together.
Sketching eyes from odd angles can feel like solving a tiny puzzle, and the best reference photos are the ones that break that puzzle into clear pieces. I reach for series of head-turn photos—those step-by-step 0°, 15°, 30°, 45°, and 90° shots—because they show how the eyelid crease, tear duct, and eyeball silhouette shift across each small rotation. Close-up portraits shot at three-quarter angles are golden: they capture the foreshortening of the eyeball, how the upper lid overlaps differently, and where the catchlight sits.
I also love macro eye photos and medical/anatomy shots for details: veins, the curvature of the cornea, the exact way lashes bunch. Lighting matters too—soft, diffuse window light versus harsh rim light teaches you how shadows carve eyelid planes. Finally, don’t sleep on candid sports or dance photos; extreme head tilts and expressive faces show muscle tensions and eyelid squinting you won’t get from posed studio shots. Practicing with a mix of those references made my angled eyes stop looking flat, and it's still rewarding every time I nail a tilt.
I keep a small mental checklist: find close-up photos at different rotations (profile, 45°, 3/4, looking up/down), use varied lighting, and include people with different eyelid depths. Selfies with a mirror are super handy because I can tilt my head slowly and observe tiny shifts in the eyelid contact with the globe. Also, action shots—like someone looking up at a stage light or down at a phone—show how gravity and expression change the eyelid shape. Over time, comparing several pictures of the same face turned slightly teaches the subtle geometry that makes angled eyes believable. I enjoy how each tiny shift can change the character of a gaze.
Photography habits influence what I choose: I look for shots taken with a mid-telephoto lens (around 85mm equivalent) because they minimize perspective distortion and show true eyelid proportions. Wide-angle close-ups can exaggerate the eyeball and mislead you about foreshortening. I prefer reference sequences that hold exposure and focal length consistent while only rotating the head—those strips make it obvious how the iris becomes occluded by the upper lid and how the inner corner slides toward the nose.
Lighting notes are important too: soft side-light emphasizes the eyelid plane and crease, while rim light defines lashes and edge shape. If you're picky, collect head-turn photo sets or 360° portrait sequences (search for 'head turn reference' or 'portrait turntable') and include some macro eye shots to study micro-details like tear troughs and lash clusters. With consistent photo sets, your eye drawings get more anatomically believable and expressive, and I find that makes practice feel much more efficient and satisfying.
I like to keep things playful, so my favorite references are tiny photo collections I make myself: five shots per pose—front, 15°, 30°, 45°, profile—taken under the same lamp. That consistency shows how the eyelid silhouettes change slowly instead of throwing a random shape at me. I also browse portrait galleries for emotional moments—laughing, squinting, surprised—because expression stretches skin and changes eyelid overlap, which is great practice.
My go-to exercises are tracing the same eye across a head-turn strip, flipping the canvas to check symmetry, and redrawing from memory without looking. Mixing candid action shots with posed studio close-ups keeps my drawings lively. I end up enjoying the little discoveries each session brings, and that keeps me drawing more.
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He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.
“Accept it! You cannot fucking run away from me. You can NEVER escape me. It would be better for you if you just accept that your fate is with ME. You are mine!”
Emma shut her eyes, sobbing quietly beneath him. She knew she could never escape him; she knew he would never let her go. But that wouldn’t stop her from trying.
She swallowed her fear and looked back at him with tearful, defiant eyes.
“I-I’m not yours! I can never be yours. I am just a maid who works in your house. Y-you have no right to claim me like this,” she fired back.
It didn’t shock Alexander. It amused him. His fiery cat was finally baring her claws.
“You are mine, Emma,” he murmured, his voice dark and absolute. “You were mine the moment I laid my eyes on you. You were mine when you opened that door for me. You were mine when I saved you from the guy at the party who almost ruined you… You are mine, and you will always be mine.”
She heard the sharp sound of his belt unbuckling, her eyes widening in panic. She pushed him as hard as she could, but nothing could stop a monster from claiming what belonged to him.
___
Alexander King is a ruthless, powerful billionaire who doesn’t know how to love—he only knows how to possess. Trapped under his lustful eyes, Emma is pulled into a dark, controlling world. He will break every rule and burn the world down to keep her. But what happens when the cage is made of overwhelming desire, and the monster refuses to let go?
I had just moved in when the young male model across the hall called the police. He claimed I had fallen in love with him, turned bitter when he rejected me, and had been harassing him ever since—banging on his door, threatening him, and even trying to sexually coerce him.
When the police showed up, he pointed right at me and started yelling, “Pervert! You knock on my door every night! You even use binoculars to spy on me, and you’ve been posting my photos online!
“I’ve seen you! Standing by your window, staring at me, always trying to get close. It’s disgusting!”
The neighbors gathered around, whispering and pointing at me. Someone even shoved me, calling me shameless.
“Women like this are trash.”
“She looks normal. Who would've thought she's a creep?”
Under everyone’s accusations, I slowly took off my sunglasses, revealing the hollow sockets where my eyes should be. “Officer, how exactly is a blind person supposed to peep at anyone?”
Thya, the daughter of Duke D'Arcy, has the cursed power of being able to see others people's deaths by looking at them in the eye. After all the disgrace that happened to the people around her, she sees her best frien, Avyanna, the next Queen of the Maximillian Kingdom's dying because of a uncurable disease, but she can't tell that to anyone.
When her best friend ends up dying a year after that, her brother, Daisuke, ascends to the throne as the new Crown Prince and is set to get his revenge on Thya for hiding his sister's disease from everyone and 'causing' her death. But Thya refuses to interact with anyone for years, blaming herself for having such ability.
Later on when the Crown Princess Trials are announced, Daisuke made his parents summon Thya so she is obligated to participate. But afraid that she might end up dying while spending a year in the Imperial Palace, she decides to look at herself in the mirror and confront her fear.
To her dismay, she saw her dying by Daisuke's dagger two years from that moment. And that puts her on edge. After all her efforts to runaway go to waste, she has to go and face her best friend's brother and sworn enemy.
But little did they know that hatred is the closest feeling to love.
He is blind and has the money.
She is poor and has eyes.
Both are perfect together on their quest for revenge, which brought them into the turmoil of lust, love, and hate.
***
Leonardo pulled Angela's arms hard and said, "You will serve me and do my wish." He then tore her dress.
"This is a wrong move, Mr. Vera." Angela twisted her wrist from Leonardo's grip, but Leonardo's strength remained intact and overpowering; he instead made her a prisoner in his arms and then pinned her on the wall. She was almost , with only her lingerie covering her and below. And he touched her face, down to her neck, her . Angela's hatred escalated with his touch, and she struggled, but he persisted in taming her, dragging and pinning her to his bed. His weight over her made her immobile.
And she remembered her gun in her bag and reached out for it at the side of the bed, as Leo’s hand grasped her other hand and pinned it above her head. He was blind, but he knew what he was going to do.
A little voice in Angela’s mind screamed, "KILL HIM!" as she grasped the gun in one hand.
I was a sketch artist acting for the police.
On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin.
On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup.
A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him.
In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds.
After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.
I've built a little shelf of go-to books and online lessons that completely changed how I approach drawing faces, and I still reach for the same ones when I want to get serious. Start with the classics: 'Drawing the Head and Hands' and 'Figure Drawing for All It's Worth' by Andrew Loomis teach proportion, simplified construction, and believable features. For musculature and deeper structure, 'Human Anatomy for Artists: The Elements of Form' by Eliot Goldfinger and 'Anatomy for Sculptors' are visual goldmines — they break down planes and volumes in a way photos often hide.
Videos and demo-rich sites helped me the most when I needed motion and explanation. Stan Prokopenko's lessons on head construction, planes, and portrait proportions are clear and entertaining, and his critiques helped me correct bad habits. Michael Hampton's 'Figure Drawing: Design and Invention' (and his head studies) pushed me to think about design choices rather than slavish copying. I also spent hours with the Asaro and Loomis head models — simplified plane-block heads that force you to simplify and understand how light reads across forms.
Practical stuff: use mirrors for life studies, keep a pocket-sized sketchbook for faces on the subway, and collect photo refs across ages and ethnicities. Study the skull and major facial muscles to understand expression (Gary Faigin's 'The Artist's Complete Guide to Facial Expression' is perfect for that). Finally, blend all of this with 3D tools or simple maquettes: a quick sculpt or a Blender head will teach you lighting and rotation. Honestly, mixing anatomy, plane study, and daily life observation was what transformed my drawings; it still feels like discovering new little tricks every sketch night.