Why should Bride of Frankenstein get all the attention?
THINKING OUT LOUD ALERT: I’m debating whether to turn this into an actual wedding card. Although I’m a big fan of Lovecraft and his creatures, I felt even more sensitive and insecure than usual before my wedding, especially about my appearance, and I’m not sure how I would’ve reacted to a card like this. Maybe it needs a quote or saying to put the image in its proper context, which is NOT “Congratulations on your upcoming marriage! You look positively horrific!” To be continued…
Here is a detail of the shoggoth bouquet, shown slightly larger than full size:
Hey there! It’s been a little while since I’ve shared anything new here, and that’s because I took most of August “off” to collect new ideas, to step away from the computer and draw exclusively by hand again. I participated in the 21-Day Drawing Challenge created by graphic artist Von Glitschka and presented by Lynda.com. I found out about it a bit late, so I’m still catching up on the last few days. It was ostensibly created for beginning artists or for people who want to enrich their lives with a drawing habit, but I recommend it for artists at any skill level who find themselves in a bit of a rut.
The object of the challenge was to create a finished drawing each day, but what it really did for me was to help generate tons of ideas, and sketches that I’ve only just begun to develop. As of now, I have at least ten new drawings to ink, scan, color, and show off over the next month or so.
I did this illustration before starting the challenge, but since summer weather is still here, it remains relevant. I have it in my shop as an art print, without the lettering.
Just a lil’ doodle, while I’ve been working on some things that won’t be ready for a while.
Now that the Valentine’s Day card-making and selling has subsided a bit, I had time to draw for IF again. I missed that weekly exercise! The word “exotic” gave me a hard time because it’s so relative.
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!
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.
Luckily it was someone from FedEx with my new scanner! I guess doorbells, especially buzZZZzzers, are a pretty easy thing to be startled by, especially when I’m concentrating deeply on work. Of course I still feel better having a real working doorbell than none at all, like in some of my previous apartments. At least now I know when someone is there.
It took a while longer for me to calm down than in my “normal” days (lots of extra adrenaline and my nervous system is still very sensitized!) but once I did I had a pretty good day:
I always liked small talk, but it’s one of those things that never came easily to me. It wasn’t until I lived in a neighborhood where no one spoke to each other or even made eye contact on the street that I learned how lonely it feels without a few words each day. Now that I’m making myself start some conversations, I’m surprised at how good I can feel afterward.