INKtober day twenty-two–once upon a time

this is my favorite part of the day. the finishing & posting the inking of the day. the seeing how it turned out. the writing this post in my head as i shade and ink.

crap…what was i going to say? damn minions demanding my attention. ahhh….

oh! yeah! so–have you ever been yelled at by your tarot cards? it is quite the experience, believe you me. i have a very shout-y deck of tarot cards. i have been avoiding them for ages because they always want me to be fixing things about myself. getting rid of dusty. taking my art seriously….

taking my art seriously. that is what they yelled at me about last night. yelling tarot cards looks something like getting a spread full of major arcana (cards about being on a higher plane & doing serious work) and then having them all be inverted (upside down.) for you non-tarot people. upside down is generally bad bad bad.

yes, i don’t take my art seriously. as i told a friend today, i always have this voice in my head saying, “that’s a really nice little picture there. too bad it’s not real art.”

fuck.

so i have to take my art more seriously or suffer the wrath of my cranky tarot cards…any ideas? tips? where do i go? who do i bother?

fuck.

i’m going to have to start googling stuff.

i looked out my window & saw stark raving whimsy

when i noticed the utility pole out my window, i saw this image.  maybe it’s the recovering catholic in me? so i drew it. and painted it. i like it. i was happy with how the roof turned out. i’m not sure about the trees & animals though. too dr. seuss?

so now i have to finish my behemoth whimsy piece. it needs at least a couple of nights of attention.

and i need to paper mache myself. that will be tricky. dusty is betting that poppy will wake up the minute i cover myself with wet, sticky newspaper. he’s probably right. maybe he can take care of the baby while i dry out? maybe?

onward!

 

 

less heartache…more art

i am keeping busy with art, which lifts my heart out of its sad place and gives me a feeling of purpose…and a way to express myself that is more widely accepted (though not necessarily understood) than me just shouting profanity at the top of my lungs.

i have a critique on tuesday and need to finish a couple of more pieces. but i have finished the picture of bluejean & moonfish where i used masking fluid to create white areas before splattering the fuck out of the paper. i am not thrilled with how the dog looks…but i like it overall.

also! i colored lincoln tree the same night, dripping colored ink onto a wet piece of paper. i like how it turned out as well. i just like my art messy!

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i am still working on the “epic” moses jones…here is a sneak peek at my progress/process there:

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and i am working on a picture of moses jones as the archangel michael banishing satan…. okay. so when i first created moses jones, dusty lamented that he was not in my comic. so i tried to include him, but my subconscious turned him into a bit of an unsavory character. dusty is not evil. but he is a thorn in mojo’s ass. she has a lot of angst she needs to work out. this is just one representation of that angst (first inking using a calligraphy pen):

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and, finally, a request from fidgit…first draft…the wooly bear mammoth:

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page 38–end of episode 2

i need to get better at photographing my art. i still haven’t read the instructions with my new camera…& i don’t have a tripod, but! here is page 38. the last page of episode 2. hopefully, i need to get a zine together because i will be at madison zine fest!

yay!

(but scary!)

i have been getting so much wonderful support & feedback & ideas for where to go with my art & how to sell my art…from readers & people in my life…it feels great! validation is an amazing thing. i am optimistic and motivated. i’m still struggling with adobe illustrator in my digital media class…but i am a bit of a luddite and my brain is hardwired to work with my hands…so there’s that. but i keep trying! i just can’t compare myself to the others in my class who create amazing things…or i need to find out how they create those amazing things. it is a class after all.

i think episode 3 will start with the epic drawing i will be working on next–that i mentioned last post. i am thinking i will tape the roll of paper to the wall and work on it like that.

thank you so much everyone for your support & love. this wouldn’t be nearly as much fun without you!

waiting for keanu

i have a new laptop! and a new digital camera! (thanks student loans!)

and my drawing class is going great…(my digital art class not so much….)

my professor wants me to go epic with my graphic novelling. he gave me a rolled up sheet of paper to do a huge page with. meanwhile, my larger page is almost done.

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i totally should be done by now. but i had to go to court for a disorderly conduct charge & that had me too neurotic to draw for way too long. but, note to self, any dude who is going to put you in the position to get a disorderly conduct charge is not a dude who is worth getting charged with disorderly conduct over–especially if he also cheats, lies, and treats the mother of his children like poo. so new leaf turning time. i need to dedicate my passion to my art & children…not to their absent father. in my comic i have him physically absent–but in real life he is emotionally absent.

up top is an in process rendering of my very first comic venture as a child–hey, diddle diddle. i think i will do just the one page. or more. but more as prints than as a continuing story. but, as of today, i have decided to write a graphic novel about all the fucked-up-ness of all my relationships and title it waiting for keanu. maybe i will make that one epic as well….

(keanu, where are you? i’m waiting…come home!)

benefactor needed…now more than ever

my camera…she dies slowly. my laptop…she is four years old and easily over-heated. my new apartment…she is very very expensive to a struggling artist-writer mama and her dusty cohort (who is a very talented cook & grossly underpaid.)

i need confidence and a benefactor.

i am returning to school this fall, taking a class in confidence–er, digital media. i’m hoping to feel more competitive with freelance work once i feel more confident about creating digitally.

i am reading amanda palmer’s the art of asking. okay, i haven’t yet gotten the introduction read, but it is on my kitchen table waiting for me to have a free moment to focus. i am hoping it will be so damned inspirational that i have no choice but to fly out of my little hole in the ground and start molesting people with my awesomeness…er…or, maybe i misunderstood the book jacket message….

i have a new apartment! & internet!

but no furniture. i live in the college town of madison and all the fucking uhauls are rented through 5:15pm on sunday, august 16th. holy fuck. so we are living on the bare minimum of furniture, dishes, & utensils. i have my cast iron skillets with me and am seeing what all they can be used for. i did make a cheesecake for misha’s birthday in a cast iron skillet. cheesecake pans are for pussies (or, people who can afford cheesecake pans.)

i draw. i write bad poetry. i pace. i wince as my children shriek. (how did i give birth to FOUR shrieking children?? my poor neighbors. please don’t hate me new neighbors.) i am an artist.

next week, i will have a desk…maybe. with a desk to draw upon–the world will be my oyster.

clogs run amok

sorry about the rerun, but my pen won’t ink; my toilet won’t flush; my love life has hit a wall.

seems i am clogged all around.

i need to clear my head. my heart. my thoughts. my feelings.

my pen & my toilet.

but i think things are turning around. i hope to have new pages soon. or at least a less violent doodle or two. an idea. an inspiration. something.

thank you to those of you who are still with me.

doodlin’ the dog.

that sounds entirely inappropriate.

however! i spent some time last night watching old reruns of SNL while working on the characters for trials of the moonfish. so far, there is the girl, the dog, and the airship itself. i realized yesterday i was giving bluejean much the same dog as moses jones. seeing as there are already so many other resemblances between bluejean & moses jones (for some reason i tend to draw my heroines to resemble their creator…is this a god complex?), i figured i should alter her dog. (haha–inside joke with myself, i used to work in an animal shelter.)

so this is what i got.

i really feel like my style is improving. i am feeling a lot more confidant with my creations–and thinking things like, “i can do that!” rather than the contrary. i was really happy with this drawing…although it looks really familiar to me? am i channeling a drawing i have seen before?

the smudgy dog nose can be explained in last night’s post.

promise, next thing i do i will finish the next page of moses jones. i already have a thumbnail sketch done and have paneled out the page.

it could happen..any..minute..now….

page 28

here is the inked-up final of page 28. fidgit, moses jones’s oldest child gets to start displaying some of that lovely attitude inspired by the real life attitude of a certain first born son i happen to know. i want to start developing the characters of the children more. also, the other squatters. especially ones we haven’t even met yet. and very soon there will be some zombie action.

i can’t get too gory because if number one son sees me working on anything he denotes as “violent,” “scary,” or–god forbid–anything with zombies, i get lectured about it. (even though it is apparently okay for him to be “violent” & “scary” with his little sister who enjoys provoking him??) fortunately, i have invested in some stocks for his future. he should be able to afford therapy.

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number one son

i started this comic over a year ago. my kids–my model minions, however, keep growing and changing. like poppy–not yet walking in moses jones. still promising that he will be the good one. in real life, however, he is walking and has developed into a little psychopath like his siblings. more so, in fact, because he is watching & learning at a quicker rate due to having three role models teaching him everything they know. i joked that we should find some well-behaved children for poppy to live with until he is a bit older & less impressionable. anyhoo, my models keep growing, but only a few days have passed in the comic, so i have to continue drawing them as younger than the children they are based on. however, i do want they to grow & change in the comic, to develop their growth at a natural rate–not leave them perpetually little like some dytopian family circus.

and what will happen with dusty? if the dusty in my life & i start getting along–does that mean dusty pantaloons will waltz back into mojo’s life and stay for longer? hmmm.