(I started this in January and took too long on it. But apparently the feast of St Agatha is this week so lets pretend I planned this. )
Okay – so the New Year has arrived – and is in fact – still here. I’m not one for New Year Resolutions – but I do tend to make the New Year an occasion for me to examine what I’m doing and how to improve it. With this in mind I should be working on social media and how to make my online presence a thing that exists. But I hate social media and am avoiding working on it so lets talk about Saint Iconography with a side note of women’s roles in history.
Warning – this will probably get a bit gory and rough. Because – history is rarely clean and pleasant. Also politics of now gets briefly mentioned. Continue reading →
So 2018 hunh? Been a bit of a rough ride. I mentally don’t take milestones well and this one was a bit of a painful one for me. But time waits for no one – no matter how many blankets they hide under. So onwards we go.
It’s been a year of bad news it seems. Personal and political. For a while I was dreading answering the telephone or logging online for fear of what I’d see.
I also started therapy which seems to have helped a bit. And most importantly, I finally managed to make a Krampus card this holiday my own parents were happy to share with relatives. Miracles happen even in dark times.
I sadly confess I have a few drafts I was intending to finish up and post here but I got caught up in life. I’ll probably try to finish them up and queue them for more appropriate seasons. Energy is never lost – just goes else where and all that.
But yea – 2018 – good effing riddance. Here’s hoping we can make 2019 a bit kinder.
Found the draft of this laying around and decided to finish it up with what I could scrounge up in my scattered files.
I usually don’t look back or touch up pieces once they are done.
When they are done, they are done, they may not be perfect but they are finished. Looking back slows down progress. Also if I look back the anxiety monster eats me more than it usually does. But as always, there are exceptions.
Back in the halycon days of yore, when I was a young wee, optimistic, Lissa I started working conventions with fifteen prints to sell. Over time I’ve added and removed a lot of stuff from the print books. A few of the original fifteen hang around, mainly due to the fact they still seem to be popular with people than me believing they are very good.
One of these pieces was starting to show its age to me and I felt I needed to give it an upgrade if I was going to keep it around.
People still like this piece – and I have a soft spot for it even if it looks really silly on my display wall these days. Sometimes folks even recognize the rather obscure manga it’s from. (Clover by CLAMP circa 1999)
Sure I really borrowed a bit too heavy form CLAMP’s school of design when I drew her anatomy (they are the masters of weird anime anatomy), and it was also one of the first times I painted metal in any major capacity to…a varying degree of success. And I believed I knew more about drawing horses than I actually did…But I still like this piece. I didn’t do the best job at it but I was young and learning. One hopes I have learned at least a little something over the past years. Might as well try to fix things.
Well as I write this – it’s almost over, barring anything major happening – it looks like we’ll have survived it.
Good job us. Smoke if ya got ’em.
I’ve been rather quiet on here this year. Multiple reasons, mainly being bad at social media. I know it’s supposed to be an important part of business, image, and sharing personal bits and connections. But I’m never sure what to share and what to shove in the closet with all those fabulously dressed skeletons I keep in there. So I tend to over analyze and freeze up and say nothing.
Also it’s been a bonkers year, I’ve spent most of my energy gritting my teeth watching the news, or writing my congressmen demanding someone do something. The dregs of my mental energy left were then used to queue up shoujo anime and episodes of Call the Midwife, cause for some reason I find sappy narratives about midwives in the 60’s comforting. I don’t even know.