Hm. I don’t know what to say for this one. I like grey skies. I think they’re pretty. Given that, I wonder why I don’t depict them more often.
Well… Hi. It’s been a while.
First of all, I’d like to say that I’m really happy today. Wonderful things have been happening lately, but those details are for my private journal.
So, it was brought to my attention that I’ve done some artwork I haven’t yet shared. I figured I better repent of that.
This is an artwork I did on the occasion of my cousin’s wedding. She asked me to do something for her, so she could have it made into a puzzle. The idea was that instead of a guest book, she would have people sign the back of a puzzle piece (she’s so creative). She gave me a rough idea of what she wanted: A couple, a starry/planetary sky, a tree of life, and an iron rod (those of you who are familiar with The Book of Mormon will appreciate these last two items). I didn’t make the tree very Tree of Life-like. Trees are hard enough without pure white fruit included. Still, I thought it worked.
Entitled: Finding Place
This was a project I took on for myself. My friends Laura and Adin are expecting a baby. I had vaguely thought it would be great if they had a girl, because my artwork is rather feminine and good for little girls (who don’t see the weaknesses of the art as much as I do). Then I learned they were going to have a boy, so I thought I’d try to create something a little more appropriate for a little boy.
I don’t quite know how this image came about. I think somewhere in my mind was Calvin and Hobbes– the idea of a boy in a woodsy area. I tried doodling a few things. Eventually I incorporated reading, as both Laura and Adin enjoy reading. As for the tree-face… I think I’ve wanted to do something like that for a long time. Something like Treebeard meets The Great Deku Tree. He was older and crustier in my imagination, but he’s alright here. He’s a good tree.
I didn’t intend for the boy to wear a hat, but that ended up happening. Probably in memory of Adin giving me a similar looking hat. The dog is there because the image looked unbalanced, and that was the easiest way for me to fix it.
Okay, I’m thinking that’ll be it for now. I will say that it’s nice to have been able to do some artwork lately. I’m not sure what the next project will be. Again, sorry I’ve been gone a while.
Life is still lovely.
I almost forgot to post here. It’s been so long since I’ve done artwork, and I was more concerned with getting it on Facebook, where more people actually see it.
When I made created “Masquerade” I said that I wanted to depict costumes with significance and symbolism. Some time later, I realized that one of my characters would wear a butterfly themed dress– since butterflies symbolize transformation. The monarch butterfly is particularly visually striking and recognizable.
The hard copy looks better. I don’t have a scanner, only a camera.
It’s been a long time since I’ve done artwork. I don’t know what suddenly made me turn to it again. It could be the fact that I recently received commendation for my artwork.
Oh, and as far as life goes– still no job, but other than that, life is great.
It’s been a while since I’ve down an abstract image.
This is based off a concept for a story I can’t seem to realize. Her name is Artica. She’s an ice titan. One day, she hunted a wolf on her sister’s territory. Said sister called it poaching, and punished her by sealing her into the wolf’s skin (think selkie coat), transforming her into a wolf for the night. The enchantment is fueled by moonlight, so the spell dissolves with the coming of day. Then Artica can work her way out of the wolfskin, then carry it around in case she ever wants to transform into a wolf again.
The trees are reminiscent of a kind I saw during my road trips in the west; my cousin tells me they are lodge-pole pines. I always thought they made an interesting image.
This is really the sort of thing that can only be accomplished with a loose concept and a lot of improvisation. Art takes risks. If it looks beautiful but chaotic… I guess that’s only fitting.
It is possible I’ll squeeze one more image out of myself before I go into another semester of school. It’s been lovely to work on something I can actually finish, unlike, for instance, my writing projects.
It was good to have this done. I needed a victory.
Anyway, this is Keydak. He has fey blood, so he’s lived for a long time. He says that the Fates only gave him extra time and energy so that he could spend it for others. His favorite way to do that is to entertain. I rarely put buildings in my pictures, because I don’t like to work with perspective, but I think this turned out alright. It needed this kind of setting anyway. I think it’s charming.
It’s drawn more attention on Facebook than I would have anticipated. I got another one of those “Children’s Book” comments. I’m sure it makes perfect sense in their mind. I mean, here I have a character. He’s not just some person that I draw, I’ve given him a personality which I tell my Facebook audience so that they can find meaning in the picture. He’s illustrated, which accounts for the association with children, but my stories aren’t really children’s picture book stories. I wonder why nobody has ever said Graphic Novel.
Anyway, this is for all of you entertainers, you people who make me laugh and thrill me with wit and creativity.
I should have posted this days ago. I finished it days ago. Here’s what I said about it on Facebook:
This is my late Talk Like a Pirate Day tribute. There might be a better version of this coming when I stop being mad at the scanner. These are two characters my sister and I created when we were kids, Avion and Tara. Avion was the former captain of the Sea Stallion, but (due to circumstances yet to be determined) has become a ghost (I tried to make him slightly transparent in the image) who must haunt the new captain of his ship– which happens to be Tara.
I developed a fondness for pirates when I was seven, after watching Pirates of Penzance. I didn’t have a clue what was going on, but I loved it. The Pirate King had a place in my heart long before Jack Sparrow. Then just throw Muppet Treasure Island into the mix, and my view of the lot has been completely… theatricized. That’s how I like it.
I am almost satisfied with how this picture turned out.
It’s got a different sort of feel to it. I think it’s the pallet that does it. And the sky, perhaps. It’s a boring sky. A pale sky. And yet, that’s what I was trying to go for. All in all, I think it works, I just think it would work better if I had other stuff going on. But never mind. I think it was worth producing.
Other news: I got my rejection letter for my Creative Writing final project. I never wanted to submit the thing in the first place, so I’m not broken by the rejection.
Moreover, I’ve started yet another writing project. This time, however, I have a good friend eager to see my progress, so I might possibly keep up with it until the finish. In the meantime, I’m also cutting fabric squares for a service project that my church is doing in collaboration with other churches. I’m glad I get to feel useful and apart of something bigger than myself and my own creations.
Well, I finished this yesterday and not long after I got it up on Facebook, our electricity went out along with our internet. This also meant we had sandwiches for dinner. Yay.
I’m fairly pleased with how it turned out. I certainly didn’t expect something this good for my first project in three quarters of a year. I wonder what projects I’ll start working on next.
I’m not feeling well today. There’s been a cold going around in my family, and my head feels really hot and heavy, which makes life a bit more boring. Still, I hope to do something useful.
In the meanwhile, I hope you enjoy the artwork. One of the reasons why I do artwork is because I hope that it does something to brighten somebody’s day. Maybe next artwork, I’ll have more to say about the story behind the image.
This year was… quite the experience. Especially during the school year. I don’t know if I can say I’ve ever experienced higher highs and lower lows within such a short period of time. On the one hand I made some wonderful new friends, was able to share my ideas and artwork with others, got an opportunity to teach Sunday School (something I’ve been wanting to do for a while), got good grades and was able to get a full-tuition academic scholarship, was able to buy myself a new computer when I needed to, and had some of the best movie nights ever. On the other hand, the work load was heavy, a friend disappointed me, I’ve never felt more envious in my life, there were times of loneliness and confusion, and when all was said and done, there was nothing I wanted to do more than go home.
Except that I couldn’t go home. Because there was a family reunion scheduled for that side of the country two weeks after school let out, so I spent those two weeks vacationing with my grandparents. In the end it was about a month after school that I was finally able to be home. I was still trying to recover emotionally. I needed time alone, but I never got to be alone. I was always in a car or in a tent with somebody else. Camping is not how I generally like to spend my vacation. I don’t quite understand the allure of going out of your way to use an outhouse, freeze to death at night, and live out of a suitcase. When I wasn’t camping, I was on the road, visiting distant relatives I’ve barely met before, or looking at various historical sites and canyons. The canyons were great, by the way, but going to three different canyons in three days was a bit much for me. How is it that my grandparents have higher stamina than me?
On the other hand, during that vacation I was introduced to Sherlock and I got to watch a live performance of Les Miserables.
Things at last stabilized when I got home. There were still bouts of loneliness and bitterness, but I was in a safe environment. I could pursue my own projects. In fact, I consider those homemade audiobooks to be one of my great triumphs this year, because I tried something different and expanded myself. I learned new things. And while I was working on it, I was able to be deeply focused in that project, and I could forget about everything else. Other than that, I also did a couple of art projects that I am proud of.
In 2013 I learned that things don’t always go the way you expect and that people sometimes disappoint you. But life goes on. There is pleasure to be had at… creating and teaching, the way it expands you and the way you find you can contribute to other people’s lives. I loved 2013, really I did. But it hurt sometimes, and it was hard, it challenged me. I guess that’s alright, because that’s what I asked for. All in all, I’m glad it happened.
One last thing, I wanted to do a tribute to some of the artwork I did this year. I hope I will create more and better artwork in the future.
It’s been a while since I’ve last written. Well, I’ve been really busy with those projects. It’s been tiring, I’m ready to be done with it all. I’m almost done… I guess. It’s at the point where I’m like, “Well, it’s not brilliant but there’s not much more I can do to it.” I’m not sure how brilliant these recordings actually are, it’s not easy to measure without someone on the receiving end. I’m torn between my desire to do a good job and my desire to have done and get it wrapped and under the tree already.
We don’t have any presents under the tree yet. I suppose that’s part of the reason why Christmas seemed to come so fast this year, there hasn’t been a lot of anticipation involved. Low-budget holiday. I’m good with that, though of course there are the corners of my soul that feel it’s a rather anti-climatic way to end the year. I’m chalking that up to the crankiness I’ve been feeling lately, because I’m a terribly light sleeper and since my bedroom’s right next to the living room (which hears the most activity), sometime’s it’s hard to feel like I’m getting adequate sleep.
I’m trying to let my mind be calm. Peaceful. Like this image I just finished creating today. Thank goodness it’s done. Another project off my shoulder and to my credit, which I’m still struggling to feel triumphant about (it’ll be a delayed reaction I’m sure). This is what I said about it when I posted it on Facebook: “At last it is done. For those who like to see me post artwork, I’m sorry I haven’t for a while, I’ve been involved with other projects. Time consuming, exhausting, but hopefully worthwhile projects. This probably only got done because my sister had to borrow my laptop for something, and I able to take a break from what I’m doing. This image was inspired from a great piece of literature, A Christmas Carol. I was thinking of the Ghost of Christmas Past when it came to mind, but did not create it based on the description Dickens gave. I thought this would be prettier. In the end I think this image is… pretty sorta close to what I hoped it would look like. Kind of.”
Considering what a triumph I believe this image to be, I wish it got a stronger reaction on Facebook. I was feeling quite victorious yesterday when I finished, but now it just seems like a thing of the past.
Nevertheless, time goes on. I haven’t come up with a new image yet, and I’m not quite sure when it will be a good time to start creating products on Zazzle. I would love to do some creative writing, but it’s harder for me to feel like I’m accomplishing anything while I’m writing, since I’m so much better with art. With art I have something to show for all the time I put into it. But I’ll probably give it a try anyway.
People are happy when they are engaged in work they enjoy. Work is actually an essential part of our happiness. I like to be involved in creative pursuits, to me that is my work. But it’s hard. It’s wonderful to be creative, but there are so many challenges associated with it. You spend so much time and heart and energy in these projects, and then it really hurts if you don’t think the work is any good, or if people aren’t receiving it the way you want. I felt so accomplished when I finished this image, because I did something I didn’t think I could do at my level. Then I found out I could, and I wanted it to be celebrated. Failing to awe my audience sufficiently, then, is a bit of a blow. Sometimes I feel like I experience renewed disillusion every time I complete a project.
I noticed a while ago that when I feel lonely or isolated from the world, I’m more inclined to seek solitude. When I feel ignored, I’m more likely to want to shut down my Facebook, less likely to want to send an email to a friend, more likely to quit blogging. I don’t understand why this is, it sounds like avoiding food when you’re hungry, and that makes no sense to me. But that’s how it happens. Maybe there’s a creative goal I’m willing to pursue that will keep me out in the world, but I can’t think of any creative goal I’d rather pursue than art and creative writing.