You are currently browsing the category archive for the ‘inspiration’ category.
Oh, my dears. I apologize for the absence.
So much has changed for me in the past four months. In fact, in many ways, I’m kindof starting life over.
Essentially I broke up with my boyfriend of nearly four years, moved out, and began a new relationship with another man, a good friend whom I met at my last game studio job. It’s been a huge shift, in every possible arena.
Emotionally, I’ve been all over the place during this period, and I still have a lot of heart mending to do – so being a functional creative has been very challenging. I’m poring over treatises and techniques on how to stay creative, how to live. The Artist’s Way, The Perfect Bait, How to be an Illustrator, and many more, are fueling me.
Bear with me, as I bear with myself.
Things are better, I think, though. Already since the change, I feel more awake and in charge of myself, and it seems the universe is responding.
I’m starting work with Playdom Interactive next week as a full-time game artist, thank the lawdy for health insurance.
I have some exciting new projects lined up – some are secret at the moment – but they include further work with the author of the Journey of the Noble Gnarble, Daniel Errico.
I have outlined the new and improved Clevenger Kids book layout and am beginning to block in some of the standout pieces.
I’m remembering more of my dreams, and drawing them.
Some of my friends still want to be my friend.
In any case, stay tuned for more – I’m going to be a locomotive in the next few months, and hopefully I’ll have time between drawing to post them all!
And as always, I invite you to check in on my nonsense on Facebook and Twitter because I’m a gushing stream of internet there.
Stay well, my lovelies.
A Rest With Dimetrodon
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
Enticed by the promises of a great many favorite writers, I took up Lud-In-The-Mist expecting a change in what female fantasy could be.
The name, the time, the author’s story, all attracted me. Despite this, i couldn’t manage to lose myself in it.
Essentially, for me, it didn’t hold up.
I found the characters shrill and predictable, the bewildered goodies were good, and the baddies just as you found them.
As I read, I had a sense that I was waiting for the literary ah-ha to happen – the plot is thick as molasses, even the interesting characters are quickly stunted or oversimplified (I’m looking at you, Endymion Leer – such a great name, sigh!).
The whole plot and execution felt like a great dance around saying what the authoress wanted to say – I imagine this was quite effective in 1925, but I live in the 21st century, and I’ve seen LOST.
The premise is still interesting – a town on the border to the realm of Faerie, and the invariable cultural crossover that seeps in – and the prose was fittingly British and pretty, but Lud’ left me with little to go on… and the slightly irked feeling of having missed the boat.
The Spring is here, (in this area, it has been for a long while) inciting long walks, lots of photos of flowers, and moments admiring light.
The past few months, for me, have been a heap of mixed-baggery. The new year came in, up and down: perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop.
When I last wrote, to be honest, I was in a pretty dire spot, and was considering abandoning art-making all together.
I’ve been feeling lately that the methods I have relied upon in the past no longer serve me – and thus feel forced and outmoded. They’re cast in this mold of final product, quick changeover, and imitation. I’m just beginning to realize now how it puts me in this position of resenting the creation process, hurrying to some end-day when I’ll finally have the time to do as I wish.
But the day I will be perfect and “finished,” will be the day I die.
So what then? Change is scary. The conflict I’m wrestling with now, with my art, and my expression, is like some somatic symptom of my feet dragging – resistance at finding a new method.
Perpetually in transition, I am still filling up my mind with ideas and images like some decanter of experience. After maybe a few more years of decanting, maybe I’ll have some great work, my gift – perfectly aerated. It will be true, and come perfectly from me. Fountained.
Since then, and despite my challenges, I have seen New York, New Jersey, Ohio, Kentucky, a glorious wedding, and (large amounts of) snow. Thankfully, I came back around to my senses. Travel will do that.
Mike has taken up a new hobby – our oven is filled with bricks. Every weekend he experiments in baking, and his holy grail is the perfect New York style pizza. I’m convinced he’s already nailed it, but he isn’t satisfied. In myriad ways, he’s the foundation for my ability to not give up.
My family has been predictably incompetent and infuriating – and predictably just in time for Mother’s Day… I think I’ve finally given up having any manner of dialogue with mine.
The detractors, distractors, the nay-sayers…. I can’t waste energy on them any longer.
It takes away too much from my work.
Employment-wise, I’ve been doing brief gasps of work for game companies, web non-profits, and authors whom I inexplicably befriended at coffee shops.
A good friend has loaned me a copy of this; it and various design blogs have been a very grounding place to make me feel less crazy, despite the rabble’s prattling opinion.
And about and between this, I’m developing my own children’s book, a fantasy bedtime adventure that is somewhat autobiographical. This project has allowed me to somewhat keep my head during my days (and away from Facebook), and warm me to the idea of being a freelancer.
My home studio fits like a pair of favorite shoes, by now.
It’s usually covered in Moleskines and paint.
Two of my dearest loves have always been watercolor and natural history, and diving back into that world has taken me into heights of nerdery these past months, all which I refuse to apologize for. 😛
I recently completed a terrifying double page spread of a Dunkleosteus menacing my characters, I’ll try to get it up soon.
I am also letting a few new stories simmer a bit more in the pot, they might cross and connect in cute little ways. They’re fittingly children’s literature-esque, hopefully one or more will show promise, and be a follow-up book to the Bedtime Adventure.
In the meantime, here are a few quick previews of my children’s book, Dinosaurs Before Bedtime: (my good cousin Chad visited from Dallas, and snuck photos while I was out, the little sneak)
Happy May, cuties.