lydamorehouse: void cat art (void cat)
 As some of you may remember, I started a comic called Void Cat when Shawn and I were taking a doodling course Domestica. Shawn bailed out on the class and so I quit with her, but I am thinking about returning to it, because why not? We paid for the whole thing. One of us should see it through. 

At any rate, I dug up this pre-printed comic book I bought. (Like THIS ONE, but not exactly.) And just jumped into to see what I could come up with. Here's some of what I ended up with.

Title page of a chapter entitled "The Interloper."
Image: Title page of a chapter entitled "The Interloper."

Full panel spread of the introduction of rhubarb
Image: Full panel spread of the introduction of rhubarb

Cat howling, "Ahhhhhhhhh"
Image: Close-up image of a panel with a cat howling, "Ahhhhhhhhh"

Possibly the best picture ever drawn of Rhubarb.
Image: Possibly the best picture ever drawn of Rhubarb.
lydamorehouse: use for RPG (elf)
 I've been inspired to return to art thanks to a number of things, but I think largely due to playing D&D again. I've been trying to get a good picture out of my head an on to paper of my ridiculously angry/stupid barbarian High Elf. Not happy with my attempts so far, but this one was my latest.

It's still very sketchy and will probably remain so. 

elf barbarian
Idyril contemplating murder, probably. 

The thing that I'm struggling the most to portray is the fact that underneath his hastily acquired leather armor are the really fancy silk clothes he left home with, most of which are now torn to shreds, spattered with blood and gore, and covered in dirt.  The ouroboros is meant to be part of a design on what is essentially a haori/silk over-jacket. 

Anyway, I thought I'd share this attempt. 

Right, back to my pajama day. Hope you all are having a great weekend.
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 My octopus quilting panel
Image: My octopus quilt panel. (And yes, before you ask, we ARE still receiving discs from Netflix.) 

Tonight is my first Loft class. I got a note on Saturday that I achieved the magical SIXTH  student. When last I wrote, I was up to five, I believe. Five had made my class considered 'low attendance, viable," but six is the magic number needed to make it "regularly  viable." This only important to the Loft and how I get paid. The Loft has weird rules.

After dropping Mason off at the airport for his flight back to Wesleyan University in Connecticut, I have been organizing my thoughts for the first class. 

I find it pretty fascinating that these days, when I say I have a class I'm teaching at the Loft, a lot of my friends will ask, "So what are you teaching?" as though I might be teaching something other than how to write science fiction and fantasy. To be fair to my friends, I could be teaching something hyper-specific, like, I dunno, "developing characters for a cyberpunk world," but, alas, I'd say it's just the same old, same old, except it's never that, even when I'm going over some of the same material I've been teaching for years. The thing about my teaching style is that it is highly flexible. I always have a syllabus, of course, but my first entry in the syllabus is "this syllabus is a lie," because my goal is ALWAYS to tailor the class to the student's needs. I am hoping that with six people we can form a solid, highly participating group of people all working out how the magic of writing is accomplished together.

We'll see how it shakes out.

Anyway, wish me luck with that. I am feeling strangely unsettled about the class, probably since the last time I taught via the Loft it was such an utter disaster. (see: summer teen class.)

Otherwise, I've been feeling a yen to draw again, ironically inspired by a minor kerfuffle going on over at Facebook, which caused me to post a side-by-side comparison of one of my favorite redraws of one of Tite Kubo's panels from Bleach. Now, I'm like, jeez, I should get back into all that. The hardest part, of course, is finding time to draw. On the other hand, now that I've figured out how to print my own, I can totally use my postcard project as my excuse to do some original art.

I started this post with a picture of my current quilting project. I'm actually adding these octopus panels to a quilt that is already populated with sheep, since I am hoping that it turns out well enough to gift the quilt to my friend Eleanor, who writes a lot about Icelandic sheep and, of course, octopuses. 

That's kind of everything. Anything interesting going on in your lives??
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 ... a birthday gift so completely that you had to buy a different one, months later?

I bought my wife a subscription to one of those "[something] comes in a box" monthly deals.

Because we had done that Domsetika class together, I thought she might like to continue to play around with art supplies. I found something called Sketch Box. I'm not going to link to them because I'm about to complain about them at length. To be fair to them, their service was great! They always let me know when they were going to charge my card and gave ample time to bail, if I wanted,. Everything showed up on time. They did nothing wrong. 

Exactly as advertised, it's just that... it's not for us, and here's why.

Shawn is opening a very cute box
Image: Shawn is opening a very cool box (although, the face on the box seems a bit concerned.)

I don't know who their intended audience is, but it's not Shawn... it's not even me. Which should be concerning because I took so many art classes at college that people thought I was an art major. I later followed up with even MORE studio arts classes when classes at the University of MN was a benefit of working there. I am EXTREMELY familiar with most art tools. 

This is what we got this month:
Oil pastels, pencils, a tool that baffles me, and a "pre-toned" canvas.
Image: Oil pastels, pencils, a tool that baffles me, and a "pre-toned" canvas.

I am sure that some of my friends who follow me here already know how to use all of this stuff, that's fine. But I had to Google why the hell I would want a "pre-toned" canvas and what even do I do with one, once I have one. I did acrylic painting for an entire semester at Augsburg. I also took an oil painting class at the U.  I understand why you would gesso your canvas. But, I NEVER pre-toned a canvas in my life. What purpose does it serve that it's a treat to get in an art box??? Like, this is not STANDARD so far as I know, so I'm not even necessarily getting something that feels like, "Oh, ah, thanks for that, now I don't have to do all that work I normally do to prep my canvass!"  It just feels like ?????

Also this tool I got? According to the sheet that comes with the box, this is a "color shaper," "to carve into oil pastel to create textural effects or blend colors."  I... this is beyond me. Am I actually carving into the stick? Or do you mean, once I've layered on the oil pastel. <--which is the only thing I kind of figure, but I have previously never felt a mighty need to carve into my oil pastel art.

AND WHAT KIND OF MORON DOESN'T EVEN SEND ALONG PRIMARY COLORS.

There's no yellow. I got a weird fleshy salmon color, a blue, green, white, and brick red. Why would you not be sure that, I dunno, I could BLEND ALL THE COLORS. I could maybe make an orange with the weird color, but why not send a true yellow or at least something much more clearly yellow??

Also, it is not clear to me that all this stuff goes together. Can I use my GoldFaber Colored Pencil (crimson) on the canvas panel. What about the Caran d'Arche Pablo Pencile (Charcoal Grey)? For that mater can I use the oil pastels on it? Or am I supposed to just have acrylic, watercolor, and oil paints lying around (which, yes, okay, I DO, but that's not the point!)

So, the boxes have been disappointing.

I wanted Shawn to get something once a month where she could be like, "OH! a handful of colored pencils!" or "Oooooo, nifty markers!" and bits of other fun supplies to try? I did not think I would have to Google, "Why would I pre-tone my canvas and what can I use on it?" (Also, Google knew what I was asking about, but no one had a good answer.)

I cancelled our subscription today. The good news is that Shawn is not disheartened. She would like to try a subscription box to a bullet journal supply place to see if that's more what we're looking for.
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The insanely talented [personal profile] bcholmes drew my Star Trek: RPG character for me and it's just too awesome not to want to share with everyone:

Rochester LeRoux, science officer, so damn ready for retirement it's not funny.
Image: Rochester LeRoux, chief science officer, so damn ready for retirement it's not funny.

Indulge me for a moment, will you? There are so many things I love about playing this character. For one, his core value is literally, "Do whatever is necessary to make it to retirement," so far that has included impersonating a god and watching a lot of alien porn (for SCIENCE!)

But, my true all time favorite thing is that I have always loved that in "Space Seed," we discover that there is, on the original Enterprise, a ship's historian.... which immediately poses the question, what other useless jobs could I get on a SPACE SHIP??

With this in mind, I said to myself when creating this character (who I made to replace the one who swanned off with a handsome Romulan marine,) WHAT IF your chief science officer was not, as is typical, cast in the mold of Spock, a "hard" science expert, but one with ONLY focuses in the HUMANITIES?? Thus, the Chief Science Officer of the USS Alan Turing has ONLY skills that would be considered "soft" sciences... or art.

In fact, one of the things I intentionally chose a skill set for this guy? Watercolor. FIRST OF ALL, THE MANUAL GAVE ME THE OPTION. Why would I NOT chose to be a skilled watercolorist?? In fact, I made Ro so good at watercolor that he taught courses watercolor at Star Fleet Academy. In fact, that's how he knows one of the characters from the past (looking at you [personal profile] sabotabby !!)

So, imagine if you will this: in any crisis aboard the USS Alan Turing (of which there are legion, this being an RPG), my character's main job is to gather his very best science officers, get them clipboards, sticky tape, and a white board and... pop popcorn and get the replicators zipping out lots of hot chocolate while shouting out encouraging things like, "Science is cool!" "Your astrograph looks amazing! Love those curves. Don't know what it means, but you could FRAME that it's so pretty!" and generally act as kindly gay space dad to a group of much more science-y people than himself.

He's weirdly proud of his science team and likes to encourage the kind of colligate work environment where officers engage in podcasts about everyone's favorite program "My Space Love."

In fact, the reason he gained an expertise in alien porn is because it was the first thing that actually fell into his scientific wheelhouse. When we encountered a new species running around in the Shackleton Expanse the first thing we picked up about them was their advertising spam, malware, and porn. What's a good anthropologist to do but gather it up and try to extrapolate something meaningful about their culture?? (I will forever love [personal profile] tallgeese for making me spend several hours of my Real Life considering what can actually be LEARNED from ads and porn about what a culture might ACTUALLY value, etc. Mason and I had a fascinating discussion about how you would even begin to interpret a culture completely new to you if this was all you had access to. It has actually made me want to write a first contact story based on this idea.)

Because he's a character of mine, he's also got this elaborate backstory of having grown up on the ice moon of Andoria (yeah, the blue people with the antennae). Even though it is illegal to augment human DNA, speaking of "Space Seed" and Khan, he happened to be born when there was a rescue mission gone awry. His mother, pregnant, was one of the only pilots around when a distress signal came in during a terrible ice storm, she gathers up a crew to go save whoever this is, and they rescue the person but end up stranded themselves. She goes into early labor and it's one of those "we can save the baby or the mother situations," but this being Star Trek and there being a Denobulan doctor along, it's actually "Or both, but with some genetic tinkering, which might be legal for your race, but not for mine!" and the crew all decides in a typically human way, "Welp, we'll sort out the legalities later, provided everyone makes it back alive." ... and everyone makes it back alive and suddenly you have this "illegal" human child who was altered to survive extreme cold, nothing else. Star Fleet is unhappy with this, but it's a baby and the whole crew totally comes clean about the whole thing. Their compromise is that Ro just has to be tested every so often so that no new superpowers develop.

Of course, one of the complications that happened? A new superpower developed. Here he is, READY FOR RETIREMENT, having made it through his whole life without ever mutating (much, but we won't talk about that) and he suddenly develops a spontaneous psychic bond with [personal profile] jiawen's Betazoid first officer.


I will stop there as I am no doubt at risk of becoming that person who starts frothing at the mouth to tell you about their supercool RPG campaign... (OMG, my crew is super amazing! I love the game so hard!)

The point of this post is:   I think BC captured Ro's essences pretty exceptionally, honestly, right down to the personable yet, "oh shit do I have to go on an away team again??" expression on his face.
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 One of my "assignments" from the Domestika course was to make a short comic about myself to introduce myself to the instructor. I am not super into writing about myself? I kind of hate drawing myself?  So, I have written about VOID CAT.

First page of my silly comic about Void Cat
Image: First page of my silly comic about Void Cat.  The text reads:  (top left) "mew." (top right): "Void cat is only ears, eyes, and... shadow"(center) The ADVENTURES of... VOID CAT. (bottom right): "VOID CAT aka 'Willow' is polydactyl; she has six toes on both feet! Makes catching toys fun."

So far, there is no actual story, which is particularly hilarious since 'story' is normally my strong suit. However, I have just been filling panels with various bits of information and random art.

Second page of my silly comic about Willow, aka the Void Cat
Image: page two of my extremely silly comic about a cat.  Text reads (top left panel) "Willow lives with two other cats, Buttercup..." (top right panel) "Plus an extremely elderly cat named Miss Piggy. a little scary. 20+"  (middle panel) "Also there are humans?? Cat feeders! We love the cat feeders!" (bottom right panel): VOID CAT blends in SHADOW.

I am clearly in this to amuse myself.  

Plus I've had this blank comic book around for ages.

blank comic book
Image: blank comic book (apparently along with a copy of today's New York Times so that you can know that it is still alive as of today.)

I impulse bought myself this blank comic book several years ago under the illusion that it "would be fun" to make a visual diary of my life. I did start something, but I found the work of drawing myself doing things kind of overwhelming. I'm OK at drawing people, at least to my own mind, but I find all the trappings of life--chairs, rooms with perspective, beds, cars, etc. TOO MUCH.  Cats are easier. I think I will stick to the story of VOID CAT.  

Speaking of cats, I just ripped through the most adorable anime ever: With a Dog AND a Cat, Every Day is Fun (犬と猫どっちも飼ってると毎日たのしい, Inu to Neko Docchimo Katteru to Mainichi Tanoshii by Hidekichi Matsumoto.  The anime is insanely short, I feel like it can only be 10-15 minutes for two short episodes, because I watched the entire first season while washing the dishes which, at most, takes me an hour. But, I mean, here also is a mangka who has made a living writing about their cat and dog.  I'm sure that this comic book will bring me equal fame and fortune, no??

Actually, I am going to hunt up the manga for this because I want to be able to review it for my manga blog. The thing I found the most amusing about the anime, however, was a completely random detail: the cat's voice actor had the deepest damn voice, ever. It was a hilarious counterpoint to the happy, child-like voice of the doggo. So, I mean, no stereotypes of cats were harmed in the making of this anime, alas, but it did add a new dimension to the whole "cats are evil and grumpy" thing, because dude's voice sounded like Satan, Himself.

Otherwise, my life continues apace. Mason is spending today writing an essay for his Shakespeare class. Shawn is grumpily making more masks (she enjoys sewing, but making masks depresses her). I've been writing to pen pals--fun fact! DeJoy has finally slowed down mail for me, I am ONLY JUST NOW receiving CHRISTMAS CARDS from my pen pals in Europe. I KID YOU NOT.

So that sucks.

But, anyway, I should figure out what's for dinner.  I shall leave you with my favorite panel of my goofy comic.

my favorite panel so far--Willow looking out a window
Image: cartoon image of cat staring out a window. Cat is just a silhouette. 

lydamorehouse: void cat art (void cat)
 I have been working on trying to do cat bodies. I am showing off my whole page of attempts, even though, in at least one of them, I make Willow (aka Void Cat) look like a monster. It was kind of intentional, but I also failed bodies. I was trying to go for the whole "cat yawn is actually terrifying?" look, but NOT THIS TERRIFYING.

a picture of a page of a sketchbook full of void cat images.
Image: a picture of a page of a sketchbook full of void cat images.

I also took some close-ups of of some of the images I liked. 
cartoon image of void cat with feathers in her mouth
Image: cartoon image of void cat with feathers in her mouth

BEANS!!
Image: BEANS.

cartoon image of a cat loaf
Image: Cartoon image a cat loaf.

So, not perfect, but a lot of fun. I really like having an excuse to fill a page with attempts.  If nothing else, the Domestika class has given me "permission" to spend time actually doodling. 

Today is my very busy day, but I don't have to actually be DONE with all of it until my class STARTS tonight at 10 pm. So it's weird? Like I know I have A THING I have to do tonight, but it's sooooooo late?  Anyway, I hope you all are having an excellent Friday!

lydamorehouse: void cat art (void cat)
 Today, Shawn and I watched the next couple of video lessons from Mattias in our Domestika "Doodles to Illustrations" course.

We were instructed to start to figure out how to draw a character of ourselves. I did a full page of attempts, but ended up with a couple that I thought captured my image of myself pretty well. Interestingly, both are side shots--but I think that's because I tend to think of myself in terms of my nose.

I have a little notation next to some of my first attempts in which I came to the conclusion that having dots for eyes somehow made me look more "lesbian." Perhaps the smaller eyes imply "no make-up" somehow? I have NO IDEA.

cartoon image of me with pandemic hair, from the side, being grumpy about reading.
Image: cartoon image of me with pandemic hair, from the side, being grumpy about reading.

Shawn is now talking about "auditing" the class--in that she's planning to continue watching the videos with me, but she no longer feels up to the assignments.

I can't blame her. There is a thing that Mattias assumes that a LOT of art instructors seem to, which is a certain level of competence. He will say things like (and this is a direct quote,) "In order to make these characters seem like they're part of scene, have the light come from one source," and then he proceeds to just perfectly shade things... without ever having taught us about how to notice light and shadows.

Mason and I, who both had formal art lessons, remember spending an entire unit--often week or, even a whole MONTH--setting up shadow boxes and learning about single and multiple light sources.

So, I mean, yeah.

It's not required of this class, but the assumption of competence--or at least a certain kind of confidence--is there.

I do think this is one of the reasons a lot of people drop out of art. The thing that I was able to tell Shawn that seem to make her less frustrated is that the world is made of shapes.  in doodling, cartooning, and informal illustrations, all you really have to do is imply them to the best of your ability. 


Full page of doodles for class--there are images of me, cats, and Shawn
Image: Full page of doodles for class--there are images of me, cats, and Shawn

Next lesson is bodies, a thing I am legitimately BAD at, so we'll see if I actually learn anything from Mattais about how to do them. I did learn a bit about different eye types, so there's hope.

I really did enjoy drawing Willow, however.

cartoon of black cat that is nothing but ears and eyes
Image: cartoon of black cat that is nothing but ears and eyes
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 I am taking a break from reading manuscripts. I missed the official "What are You Reading?" day, but I wouldn't have had much to report at any rate.

Can I tell you how frustrating it is to finally have the ability to read back and STILL NOT be able to?? Like, I bought myself three books from the Philip K. Dick award nominations list and I was really, really looking forward to settling in and reading them. 

The problem is that I have time to read again? But when I do, I think: "I should be doing the reading that makes me money," and so that's what I do. In between the stuff for hire and the stuff for class, I am reading and critiquing the work of my colleagues in my various writers'. I mean, I love it? But I'm also looking forward to having less of it. If only so I can read a BOOK.

I am still watching shows while doing the dishes. I finally remembered to start in on the second season of "Midnight Diner: Tokyo stories."  So, it's not all critique all the time.

I also recorded a reading for MarsCON 2021, which is coming up in March. http://marscon.org/2021/  I'm also on at least one panel discussion about the various Apocalypse crafts we've all be up to, so that should be fun.

Shawn and I are continuing the Domestika course on doodling, though neither of us is convinced that we're learning much.

Did I tell you guys about this? So, Facebook decided to target Shawn with ads for art classes. I suspect she hit some algorithm or other because she buys a lot of fun pens and such for her bullet journaling.  So, she sees this thing pop up where Mattias Adolfsson is going to teach us to make fun doodles. His art is very cool. So, she decides (since they offered a special deal, the whole course for $11.00!,) she's going to sign us up. So far? He's had us drawing... pens.

pen and ink drawings of... well, pens.
Image: pen and ink drawing of pens... and an ominous as f*ck fork.


I ended up drawing a whole page of forks and their shadows, because I found the shadows (and my strange inability to draw a fork that wasn't CREEPY AF, to be kind of entertaining,) but I was looking forward to the next go round.

I mean, as I told another artist friend I was Zooming with the other day, I feel pretty confident in my ability to draw OK when I have what I want to draw in front of me. That's pretty much been the pinnacle of my abilities.I'm NOT AT ALL confident in my ability to draw from memory or, gods forbid, actually make something up. I worked on that a bit when I was teaching smols how to do cartooning (a sordid part of my history--I was wholly unqualified for a job I had for DECADES, but, honestly, when kids are 6 -10 years old you don't really have to teach drawing so much as PROVIDE PAPER AND MATERIALS. So, that's what I did.) And, as you can see above, the work I can do will absolutely impress a six year old. I did not fare as well when I tried to teach adults via Open U. However, I was (and still am) hoping that maybe this class will help push me up another level as an artist.

At any rate, we've been through a half-dozen of the video lectures so far, and we are STILL drawing pens. Last night's course? Draw pens from your imagination:

more pens, only these are not real
Image: more pen and ink drawings of... pens--only these are imaginary pens.

So, I don't know.  I mean, I'm enjoying the fact that having paid for the course (even if it's only 11 bucks) that I have some kind of obligation to sit down and try to draw every so often. I've been trying to draw every day, but it's more like every other. 

Forks will forever be my bane, however.

pen and ink drawing of forks and their terrifying shadows.
Image: pen and ink drawings of forks and their apparently terrifying shadows.



So, I guess when my grandchildren sit at my knee and say, "Grandma, what did you do during the pandemic?" I'm going to nod sagely and say, "Forks, my child. Nothing but forks."

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 I have been extraordinarily absent again. I apologize.

I'm not going to be around at all much the rest of the week, (if you imagine the new week starts today), either. The Maplewood library had some kind of staffing crisis and so I agreed to fill in almost every day, during the daytime hours. I haven't been to work much lately, so that's going to be tough. I'm sure I can handle it, though. As always, we can use the money. 

So, where have I been, what have I been doing?

Well, I've been obsessively writing a lot of fan fic. I actually have several projects going in that, and, if you were in Bleach fandom, I suspect you'd be very excited by it all. 

Mason seems to be enjoying his print making class at Saint Paul College. For those of you just tuning in, Mason STRUGGLES with art. When I was his age, I was seriously trying to figure out how I could make a living as an artist. I drew tons and tons of superhero art and, in college, several of my art teachers actually thought I must be one of their majors. Even when I started working at the University of Minnesota, I took advantage of what used to be a work benefit, where you could take classes for free, and I took a TON of art history and studio arts classes. So, it was always one of those moments with Mason were I was forced to come to terms with the fact that Mason is not, and will never be, a "mini me." He DESPISES art.  

But, he had one more art credit he needed for graduation and I think I might have been the one to suggest that he really comb the St. Paul College catalog for something, anything that seemed like it might be more "maker" oriented. Since print making involves presses and other tools, he thought he might try it. 

And he actually seems fairly into it!

Hooray!

I went to my anime gathering on Wednesday and, because of Mason's robotics schedule, I had to arrive late (and I always have to leave early, since my family is up by 5:30 am weekdays,) so we really didn't have much time for anything besides the Bleach live-action movie that I brought because my friends are at least passingly familiar with Bleach.  That was fun, at least. I was then forced to watch several more episodes of Saiyuki, which, at some point I will probably succumb to due to Stockholm Syndrome.

I'm going to have to miss this up-coming week because Wednesday, Mason has some kind of debate thing--either coaching or judging, I can't remember which--that goes to 7:30 pm.

Oh, and my Loft class was cancelled. Thanks to anyone who passed it on, but, alas, it just wasn't on for whatever reason. I seem to have 'every other year' luck with Loft classes.

I hope you all are well. 
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This last weekend my parents came up for a visit, something we called "Christmas in May," and maybe we shouldn't have, given that it seemed determined to SNOW on Sunday, it was so cold and miserable. The idea, however, is that the road (and even the train) have become un-fun ways to travel for my folks, for reasons of age and weather. And, no one in my family is Christian, so there's no particular reason to celebrate Christmas at all, but certainly there's nothing binding us to to the traditional time. Though, everyone likes getting presents.

We exchanged gifts on Saturday. My folks came up late in the day because Mason works at the Science Museum. Normally, he's out by 2 pm, but last Saturday they went on an excursion to a hydroponic basement "farm" at a local restaurant and didn't make it home until almost 3 pm. That was fine because we all eat ridiculously early so by the time we all made it to my folks' hotel and did a little chatting, we could walk over to a nearby restaurant for dinner.

On Sunday morning, we set off for MIA. This is second time in so many weeks that i've been to that particular museum, but there is so much there that it's impossible to not see something new each time. Ironically, my mom also loves contemporary and modern art, just like my visiting Canadian, so we ditched Mason in the "Asia" galleries and booked it to the Modern/Contemporary galleries.

I got a great shot of my dad being captivated by a piece of art:

amazing picture of two black men looking up at the "camera" but in a horizontal way that makes them look like they're falling?

My art savvy friends have told me that the name of this piece is "The Father of Aviation II" by Santos Dumont. (The link should take you to MIA's page about it.)  It's very striking. I'd love to see more of Dumont's stuff, honestly.  

For me, that's my favorite part of any museum trip. Having a "wow!" moment. It's almost never a piece that anyone remembers from the one art history class they maybe took, except the first time I went to the Chicago art museum I was dumbfounded when I saw Seurat's famous pointillism piece, "A Sunday Afternoon..."  But, usually, it's some side gallery piece that makes me stop and take a moment to think, "Wha?? How is that so...???" This time, for me, it was a picture of pots and pans made of copper that just... there was something about how the artist had showed the light and reflections that took my breath away. I'll post the picture, but there's an extremely low chance that it will hit you the same way. Next time I go, I'll probably walk right past it. That's how museums work for me, anyway.

pots and pans. No seriously, these pots and pans blew me away.

Yep, just a bunch of metal pans. 

So, that was my weekend. I spent yesterday running around like crazy. I sent back the contract for Unjust Cause (Whoo! I am officially contracted again!!) and spent some time frantically working on the first chapter at my favorite coffee shop. Then, I went to the bank to get cash from the change in my piggy bank because I joined an office bet at the library for the women's world cup and I wanted to be able to bring the cash in when I went to do my data practices training. (Fun times, though I'm always amused when it is mentioned that one can not delete records without permission from the state archives, to which I ALWAYS mentally add, "Or, as I like to call it, my wife.")

So, that was me over the past few days. I will try to be better about this.

But, hey, do you have a museum experience you want to share? I want to hear it.
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I write so many things these days I'm sure it's hard to follow along, but, if you ARE following the School for Wayward Demons (looking at you, Frank G.) there is a new chapter up:  Gabe Sees Demons... And They See Him. Today's story is the introduction of one of "my" characters, Gabe Herrara.  The story also features art by Alexis Cooke:

 

If you didn't know, we actually have TWO artists working on the School for Wayward Demons.  So far, you've mostly seen the work of Mandie Brasington, but today, we not only get Gabe's debut, but Alexis' too.  This is just a small bit of a large piece I'm sure we'll see later on.

Anyway, I need to report that Glory is still alive.  I did try to take pictures of him, as I promised, but he's very concerned about that OTHER Siamese Fighting Fish that he can VERY CLEARLY SEE IN THAT REFLECTION, so he's always darting around trying to scare that troublesome dude away (my, but he is a handsome devil, though....)

In other news, today was super-busy. I worked from 9 to 1 at the Roseville Library.  I'm there today and Thursday shelving... it's all to see if I can continue to pass the numeric and alphabet quiz.  I guess I did well with the fiction, but I don't know how I did with the non-fiction because I had to leave before John had a chance to double-check my work.  Two things, I discovered today.  1) When allowed to work at my own pace, I shelve about a cart an hour, except non-fiction which takes me an hour and a HALF.  2) Yeah, I can see why John is testing people.  While shelving I came across a couple of books that were out of order.  I left notes for John saying, "Hey, I spotted this but didn't move it."  Because I wanted him to know that the problem was decidedly NOT ME.

Oh, and another thing, their adult graphic novel section needs me.  Badly.  But, because it was quiz day, I could not spend the time organizing that.  The problem, frankly, isn't entirely the shelvers fault.  The problem is the way comic books are read and the way the librarians want things organized (which makes FAR MORE sense to a reader of graphic work than it would to your average shelver, who doesn't.)  BECAUSE how it's organized is first by manga, then (and this is different at Roseville) by general non-titled graphic work, and then by collected series (ala Batman, Spider-Man, etc.)  So that people can know what is collected and what is NOT, there is a handy list, which I consult regularly because (of course) it's different at each branch (kind of. Mostly it's the same, but the collect somethings I wouldn't think to and don't collect some I think they ought, so I always double-check.)

Anyway, that was my work day.

THEN I drove right to pick up Mason, even though it was hours early, so I could sit in the car and study my Japanese, which I have to leave to go to in about ten minutes.  Our instructor quizzes us every week.  And I'm that student, so I'm highly motivated to try to get as many right as possible.  The only problem this week is that Mason didn't have swimming due to the MEA (or whatever the teacher conference thingies are called) and so I didn't get my usual practice in on Saturday morning.  I crammed today.  Thus, I have a feeling this time it isn't going to go as well as numbers, time, and counting did.

TBF, the previous week was HARD.  This week we mostly learned how to ask where things might find themselves, like, "Sumimassen, kaisuiyokujo wa doko desuka?" (Where is the beach?)  To which I've also learned ridiculously unlikely answers such as, "Kaisuiyokujo wa koko ni arimasu." (The beach is here) and "Kaisuiyokujo wa asoko ni arimasu." (The beach is over there.)

I'm pretty sure if I asked, "Sumimassen, yakkyoku wa dojo desuka?" (Where is the pharmacy?) I would get a complicated answer that might start, "Whoa, dude, you are so LOST...." and possibly end with "Holy crap, you puked on my shoe!  Do you have ebola or something??"

Which, again, is why I wish I could write my own Japanese how-to class exercises.

:-)
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 As I mentioned in an earlier post, I asked for a textbook about comic book art as part of my Bloggin' for Books deal.  I ended up having a strange emotional reaction to the book.  

My initial thoughts were these:

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Every time I pick up a book about drawing, I end up learning more about myself than I do art. 

I ordered Foundations in Comic Book Art: Fundamental Tools and Techniques for Sequential Artists by John Paul Lowe from Blogging for Books this month because I’m a frustrated artist. 

I love comic books.  I love drawing.  From the moment I could pick up a pencil, I’ve been doodling, sketching, and drawing comic book characters.  During high school, I would easily spend an entire Saturday at my drawing board—(and yes, I mean that literally.  Eight hours.  Plus, I was so into art that my parents bought me an actual, honest-to-god drawing board.) 

In college, I don’t know, something happened.

I think it was time. 

I suddenly had so much less of it between classes, work, and a budding social life that I lost the opportunity for what Lowe calls “daily practice.”  Sure, I took art classes.  I even went to a co-op art studio from time to time and paid my fee to sketch nude figures in a swanky part of downtown north Minneapolis.  By a weird twist of fate, after graduating with an English and history degree, I ended up teaching an afterschool/summer cartooning class to very young kids on and off… for probably close to a decade.

Technically, I guess, that made me a professional artist.  I mean I got paid for my art skills (though it may have been more for my patience with six to ten year olds); I even sold some of my art as greeting cards and at craft fairs.  That’s pretty okay in the great scheme of things, right? 

Yet, despite all that, I never felt like a real artist.  I’m crap at perspective.  Backgrounds?  No, just… no.  Foreshortening?  What even is? 

Eventually, I decided that I’m an awesome copier.  Show me something—a real person, a still life, a photograph, another artist’s work, my own foot—and I can give you a fairly recognizable rendition of it.   Sometimes it even turns out pretty awesome, frame-able, even. 

But… I still can’t get the pictures in my head to come out right.  All the science fiction ones, the fantasy ones, and all the ones that require something I just don’t seem to have.  I can visualize an awesome space battle or a Gorgon queen, but what comes out isn’t at all like I want. I know I need something to push me to the next level.

I need a power-up.

This book isn’t going to be it, but not because of some failing of Lowe’s. 

In fact, I can tell by the way this book is written that it would be tremendously valuable to take a class from this man.  Plus, from the sound of his forward, he’s an awesome teacher who teaches for the love of it and because he believes, like I do, that talent is overrated and that anyone can learn to draw if they have the drive and the discipline.

The problem, you see, is me.

I’ve thought about this a lot.  Because, if you knew me when I was fifteen, you’d say: that girl is going to grow-up to be an artist of some kind, probably of those comic books she’s so into, but clearly art is going to be the center of her life.  Yet, I went off in an entirely different direction.  I ended up in a similarly creative career that also requires me to be self-disciplined and focused.  So, it can’t be that I lack the two “D”s Lowe talks about (Desire and Discipline).   I think, for me, comes down to time… and probably one letter up, “C” for confidence.  You see, I could see myself getting better at writing faster, and, possibly more critical to my success, I was able to make teachers out of my peers.  I could talk to people about writing every day.  I could bring my writing to the bi-monthly critique session, read work, critique it, and come out stronger, because my ‘daily practice’ was super-energized when I had someone to bounce off.  One thing I learned about myself is that I’m the sort of person who needs a teacher… or an audience.

If I could learn from books, I think this book could work from me.

But I can’t.

Believe me, I’ve tried.

Lowe talks very wisely about ‘daily practice’ and gives real, practical exercises that I know I should do.  I might even try them for a week or two.  The truth is, any time there’s a book that talks about the importance of working through the chapters in sequential order (and especially any that have a lot of exercises,) I end up stalling out somewhere.  What happens is, even with the very best intentions, I’ll hit one exercise or project that I can’t find the time to do or find somewhat difficult, and there the bookmark will stay.  Forever.

It’s funny, because I have the opposite problem with books about writing. I still rarely finish the book, but I’ll get a chapter into it, hit something interesting, and go off and write.  I’ve read Elements of Style fifteen times.  I swear I learn something new every time. 

Maybe the difference is that, like I said above, I found away to make teachers out of my colleagues.  If I could do that with art, I might be on to something.

In the meantime, this book will sit on my shelf with all the others that I picked up hoping to find the key to leveling up.  Sadly, I think the key isn’t in the books.  I think it’s in me, and it’s already unlocked something else.

Something I devoted all my “D”s to. I’m plum out of capital “D”s.  Maybe I’ll have to content myself with the other “d,” the lowercase one, for dabbler.

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Which is a lovely confessional/whine about my art skills, but I'm not sure it says enough about the book.  I mean, I suppose I could go on and say WHY the book crushed me so intensely... if I knew what that was.  It might be the art. The pictures used as examples are like already twenty times more awesome than anything I could do.  Plus, they have those ones where, you know, they start with a circle and the next picture is a fully rendered apple and you think... what?  HOW???

(Actually, to be perfectly fair, that particular example in the book was meant to show how everything is made up of fundamental shapes, but STILL.)

The point is, I think the review still needs something.  Thoughts?  What would you want to know about a book like this?

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When I was five years old and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always answered with the pat and expected response, "A lawyer or a doctor." Even at five I knew that these were professions that were valued by our society. Of course, this was also the mid-1970s so the idea that a girl would even dream of such things was worth a pat on the head of approval.

But, what I really wanted to be when I grew up was a comic book artist.

I loved superhero comic books as a kid. I still do. I stopped reading some time during college because I couldn't afford all the titles I wanted to read. My cousin Laun was the big collector. He had the classic basement full of titles and we used to pretend to be Superman (him) and Aquaman (yeah, whatever--in the 70s he had cool hair;) Cyclops (him) and Angel (me); Captain America (him) and Hawkeye (me); and Spider-Man (him) and Johnny Storm/Human Torch (me.) I kind of had the sassy side-kick/BFF thing down. I did ocassionally branch out and play more tough-guys like Mon-El and Lightning Lad (from the Legion of Superheroes) but I tended to fall for secondary characters with good hair and attitude.

Hmmmm, a trend?

At any rate, at age five... and frankly, at age forty-five, I had no idea how a person even went about BECOMING a professional comicbook artist (or, now that I've discovered a secondary talent for writing, which overtook my first,) a comicbook writer. Even at an early age, my cousin and I realized that PEOPLE did this work. We knew because there were always letters in the back of comicbooks that were answered by Stan Lee himself or whomever was writing or writing/drawing a particular arc/series. We even had some early favorites Jack Kirby (of course, though Laun was a far bigger fan of Kirby's blocky style), Mike Grell, John Byrne, etc.

But, like with writing, there's no clear career path for a comic book artist. Probably I could have found one. I did, eventually, figure out how to sell my writing. But, I was lucky in that, in the Twin Cities, there's this place called the Loft where a person can take classes on the how-tos of not only CRAFT, but also the business of writing. I entirely credit the Loft class in science fiction/fantasy for my first sale. John Hartnett, my instructor, was exceedingly useful in showing us how to find markets and how to submit to them. All that seemed hidden behind a cloak of invisiblity when I was first starting out. That's part of why, even now, I ALWAYS include a how-to sell-that-stuff-you-just-wrote section in my class.

So, you know how, for a lot of people, published authors are rockstars?

Well, for me, comic book artists/writers are the REAL rockstars!

Which brings us to the story I want to tell. Last year when I was a guest at CONvergence, there was a Marvel movie panel that rocked the house. One of the people on it was Christopher Jones. I just remember walking off that panel feeling almost HIGH, because we were all just in-tune and the audience seemed likewise and it was just, just... AWESOME. Recently, I got a chance to reconnect with Chris at MarsCON when we were on the "Women in Comicbook Fandom" panel. To say we hit it off would be... one of those understatement things. We hung out in the downstairs bar/lounge with a few of my other friends and I think several times I looked around to see glazed over eyes when Chris and I would be still going on in loud, excited voices (he tells me we weren't "yelling,") about super-geeky comicbook moments and/or references.

At any rate, the con ended with the traditional exchange of business cards and a promise to try to connect outside of con. I thought, possibly, that that would be the end of it. I'd have a new Facebook/Twitter friend and lah-tee-dah. But, no! Chris actually got ahold of me and we MADE PLANS!

In fact, he offered to show me his studio and to share some ACTUAL SCRIPTS written by REAL comic book writers.

I pretty much thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Because do you even KNOW that Chris has DRAWN NOT ONLY FOR MARVEL BUT FOR THE AVENGERS????!!!!

He's probably better known for his work on DC's Young Justice and his four year long stint on the Batman title... and locally, you're likely know Chris as the designer and artist of Connie, the robotic interface of CONvergence. But STILL... How f*cking awesome is he??

Answer: SUPER-f*cking awesome.

Here he is, in situ, in the "Riker pose" (he will probably hate me for having chosen this one, claiming the pose is not flattering, but I think he looks cute.)
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We talked for a couple of hours ostensibly about how a person becomes a comic book writer (because, hey, why not?) and how the process works from script to final product. He showed me the cool old way that people used to have to color individual panels and showed off some work of his. We looked through scripts and talked about what kinds of things a writer needs to think about when composing a panel in their head and other mechanics of his job. I'm pretty sure I sat there were stars in my eyes and only managed to make happy, babbly sounds, but did I meantion he DRAWS FOR MARVEL AND DC AND OMG, OMG!

Go check out his art here: http://gallery.christopherjonesart.com/

So, I don't know what I'm going to do with all this information. I'm not sure, at the moment, I have any ideas that would easily lend themselves to a comic book/graphic novel format, but, damn. I could hardly pass up an opportunity to hang out with a rockstar comic book artist and pick his brains.

I'm really hoping we'll have a chance to do it again, because, even without the rockstar cred, Chris is a nifty guy. In fact, we had a blast talking about the insider gossip on all the upcoming Marvel movies and fantasizing about various possible storylines.

This is all tempered by the fact that yesterday, as I was driving to pick up Mason at school, a really nice lady pulled up beside me and informed me I had a flat tire in the back. I thanked her profusely (and may have accidentally called her 'hon') and was able to pull into the gas station at the corner to see what was going on. I filled it up with air and listened for a massive blow-out, but, since it seemed to hold pressure, I drove both Mason and Shawn home on it (and took it to martial arts.) This morning, I went and checked. Sure enough, it was a slow leak and the sucker was flat again at 6:00 am this morning. I called AAA and they were out and filled it up for us by quarter to 7:00 am. I got everyone where they needed to go and had replaced the tire at Discount Tire by 9:00 am. Now, I'm taking a quick break before deciding if I need to deal with the clunking (which the AAA guy thought was probably struts) still TODAY or if I should just wait until tomorrow morning and take it to the shop first thing.

I was thinking of a compromise--that I'd go off to shop and see how busy they were today and ask them about how long they thought it would take, if it turns out to, indeed, be the struts. Probably that's what I'll do. Tonight is my writers' group and I'd like to go, and that'd be harder without a car. I'm sure one of the St. Paul Wyrdsmiths would offer a ride if I asked nicely, but I'd rather drive myself IF I CAN, you know?

Okay, that's all the news that's fit to print. Until next time, True Believers!
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First of all, I have to apologize. I've been very off-line. Part of it has to do with the fact that Mason is off school right now. We've been spending our days enjoying his vacation by doing nothing together. Plus, the big computer has been occupied, as we're trying to beat the "insane" level of Luxor 3. Important stuff, don't ya know?

A lot has happened since last we talked.

First of all, my folks came to town and we checked out the Minneapolis Institute of Art's "Louvre" traveling exhibit. My short review: save your money, and start budgeting for a trip to France.

The long review goes like this: we went on a Saturday, which was insanely busy, and the show was sold out to non-members, which meant that if we wanted to go to the special exhibit, we had to fork over the $50 for a membership. My folks paid for me (they got a discount ticket for their membership), but even at $2.00, I'm not sure it was worth it. Have you been to MIA? The traveling show room is really only about three rooms big. You COULD pack a lot into those rooms, they certainly did when they brought the "Myth and the Magic of Star Wars" there. But, as I've been describing this, it was like they took all the weird stuff they keep in the basement of the Louvre and brought it to Minneapolis. There were two "oh wow!" names there: Da Vinci and Michaelangelo. But in both cases, what they showed us were studies/sketches of nothing special, which is to say it wasn't even the practice piece for something famous... it was, in the Da Vinci case, a sketch of sunlight over a drape of cloth in pencil. It was clearly GOOD, but nothing that made me catch my breath.

I'm not an art historian or even necessarily a good judge of fine art, but I have had the experience of walking through a museum and having my breath taken away by something that just HIT, you know? At the Louvre the first time, it was seeing Nike/winged victory on the stairs (it's since moved). The second time, it was David's "Oath of the Horatii." (sp.) At the Chicago Institute I have "Aries Chastising Cupid" stop me dead and an El Greco rock my world. At the MIA there's a bust of a woman behind a gauze veil done in marble that is stunning as well as a smaller painting by a lesser known artist of a rug merchant bazaar that also gave me that "oh!" moment.

At this little exhibit, there wasn't anything like that for me. Some people seemed stopped by some of the bigger paintings, but, well, in the parlance of writers, "they didn't quite grab me, alas." And art *is* subjective, so perhaps, if you go, you can tell me about the amazing stuff I missed, but I'd recommend to most people to save their money and go "masterpiece" hunting through the main museum. The Minneapolis Institute of Art is full of some really crazy cool stuff.

And it's free.

And I think that's what it comes down to. For fifty bucks, or even whatever the regular cost is to get into the special exhibit hall, you kind of expect.... well, something. If not something that knocks your socks off, at least a sense that you've seen something "important." Maybe that's not a fair expectation, but it's there all the same.

And, for those of you locally, be warned: the art the MIA is using in its advertising is NOT in the show. (It's a Renaissance looking-painting, though I think it's more in the style of Waterhouse, of an alchemist/astronomer gazing at a globe. Not there.)

Anyway, I'm being bugged to read from the KING'S QUEST COMPANION... so I'll leave things here for now.

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