I’ve given up on eating in a lot of city parks because of incidents like this.
These are cover designs/illustrations for The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman, one of my favorite short stories. There are a few places to read it online. I like this one.
Oftentimes I wish I could stop at a thumbnail or a rough draft because it captures the feeling of my subject so immediately and succinctly. The most difficult thing for me in producing final work is to not have it appear too labored or stylized. Lately I’ve been trying to draw my final work with a looser hand and illustrating The Yellow Wallpaper forced me to do that— it’s such a raw, disturbing story and I didn’t want to mute any of its emotional power.
Happy New Year! I had a busy holiday season with my Etsy shop, which is leading into a busy Valentine’s Day, so I haven’t had as much time here as I’d like. I’m also redoing my main portfolio site and this blog will also get a makeover soon. I like the Nexus theme a lot, but my artwork tends to have a lot of bright, even garish or gaudy colors, and displaying them against each other with no space between them to breathe just didn’t look good.
I’m still enjoying illustrating various neuroses of mine and others. I had no idea what misophonia was until last year, and I can’t say I have a serious case of it, but certain “small” noises have always bothered me. Loud eating and other sounds coming from the mouth are the main culprit. As a kid it was knuckle-cracking, but thankfully I don’t know anyone who still does that. Please don’t do it the next time you see me— it’s a nasty habit that leads to arthritis!
So my parents took the plunge and adopted a dog, after four dull, dogless years. He came from an animal hoarding raid somewhere in Tennessee, where he’d spent his first two or three years in isolation and neglect (from humans- there were at least seventeen dogs rescued from the property, where they were kept together in a pen.) His next stop was a municipal shelter where, his rescuers told us, he was about to be put down in the next couple of days. Luckily, he made a journey to New York, where my parents’ neighbor spotted him lounging on the sidewalk with his foster owner, wearing one of those bright orange “Adopt Me” vests. And the rest is very recent history.
He’s been with my family for less than a week and his personality and intelligence are already shining through. However, everything here is new to him, so he is pretty overwhelmed, as am I. He’s discovering a new world just as I am rediscovering mine. We’ll face it together, two frightened adventurers on a quest for okayness (and treats!)
Lately I’ve noticed that the anxiety I’m dealing with is just a heightened response to things that simply annoyed me before. Sometimes it helps to whisper “This is annoying and uncomfortable, but it’s not life-threatening. You’re not melting.” It also helps that this summer wasn’t nearly as bad as 2012, 2011, or 2010.
Bugs are one of my favorite subjects to draw. I like most of them. However, I have a primal fear of those hulking water bugs, aka American cockroaches, that are the size of mice and not nearly as cute.
I realize they are nothing compared to the Madagascar hissing cockroach, or to “palmetto bugs,” which are flying water bugs, which I thought only existed in tropical Florida until one of them whizzed into my bedroom a few nights ago! Luckily my husband caught it. I used the ensuing adrenaline rush to check all the cracks and openings in the house. There were a lot of them, which tired me out enough to go to bed that night.