There’s not much point in rehashing what I’m doing on my Tumblr in regards to painting and drawing and such. While I quite enjoy delving into each drawing I do in a bit more detail, I also feel that it’s a bit of a waste of time.
THEREFORE this blog is having a bit of a change-up, make-over, whatever you’d like to call it, to become all things writing related. Mainly, a retrospective travel blog.
I’ve a need to capture some of my travels in writing before they disappear entirely, and while I start as an eager journaler whilst travelling, I usually end up lapsing irrevocably (or at least it feels that way) about three quarters through the trip.
So while I may miss a few important moments on my travels, and they’ll be wildly out of order, I’ll be glad to have them down.
I’ll also add some other writing projects I’ve had published or started. After all, the goal this year is to start getting published.
Thinking about what I’m supposed to do when I graduate has started making me nervous. I described what I want to be when I grow up as “I’d like to make a living making things”.
Seriously, Lisette, be a bit more specific.
My issue is that starting things makes me anxious and nervous and a little bit scared. I look at other artists’ work and I wish I could create beauty the way they do, but then I don’t practice because the idea of picking up a pencil or a pen or a paintbrush fills me with an almost crippling sense of dread.
It’s the same with writing, taking photos, craft projects.
Once I start, however, I get swept up in the project and I stop analyzing. It’s only when i finish that I look back with dissatisfaction over what I’ve created.
But, as I read on Jennifer Horn’s beautiful tumblr,
Inspiration is a finicky thing… it’s important to produce work (any work) because it will lead to new avenues of discovery, whereas stagnation fosters nothing.
Yes! I agree! Plus no one gets good at anything overnight. All of the people I admire have been working at their craft for ages. And if my new found desire to practice, practice, practice doesn’t immediately lead to inspiration, then that’s ok. I’ll just copy and doodle until I come up with a groundbreaking idea.
So the posts on here from now on are my attempt to better myself as a writer, painter, drawer, photographer, and crafter.
Let the adventure begin.
Does the fact that parents are parents imply that they have violated the wellbeing of their child?
– From Wish you weren’t here: a primer on antinatalism in In Brief issue 1 (Polemics)
I drew this picture to accompany an article in the recently launched In Brief zine my incredibly talented friends have put together. It’s been pretty impressive and professional so far, with quotes and fancy words and such. I don’t think I’m quite smart and political enough to contribute much in the way of articles but I’m happy to do the odd scribble here and there.
The next theme is ‘Metropolis’ which I kind of want to do the centrefold for… I’m seeing an Art Deco glorification of all things futuristic. I’ll put in my application shortly!
I created this children’s story for a uni assignment. It’s based in a small town in Italy called Manarola, part of Cinque Terre which is a string of small villages on the coast.
Manarola is incredibly beautiful, with houses the colour of sugar almonds and terra cotta that look like they’re about to tumble down the steep hill to the sea. Water rushes from the top of the hill out into the bay, and I thought “wouldn’t it be cool to go and explore down there? But what if you couldn’t find your way out again?!”
The story’s mostly in black and white as it’s a mock up, but we needed to make a few pages in full colour and this is one of them. It’s acrylic on canvas board with some permanent marker for highlights. The people are colourless on purpose.
You know when you have a drawing that’s perfectly good. And you, silly person, want to make it great! So you play and you play and you add this and that until… aw, fuck.
This drawing was perfectly good and then I screwed up her eyes by adding too much black ink. So, to “fix it” (read: alter it irreparably by logic-defyingly adding MORE shit), I gave her some funky Steampunk-style goggles and a Rambo headband.
While this pastel/ quill and ink drawing isn’t FANTASTIC or GREAT, I think it represents a cool idea that wouldn’t have come about without taking a perfectly good drawing and screwing it up.
I can go back, pick out the bits I like, get rid of the bits that don’t work and maybe make a drawing that’s a lot more interesting than the perfectly good original.
Sometimes imperfect it better!
Giving paintings for presents is awesome as it’s cheap. Yes, that sounds horrible, but I’ve just had a year of 21sts, all of which I felt bad for not rocking up with a gift. I wish I had been a bit proactive and made some presents in advance as a few things I gave (cheapo champagne, for example) weren’t particularly personal. A painting is the opposite extreme, incredibly personal and stand-out individual.
It’s also something that the person might keep forever, which is always nice.
Although it does seem a bit big headed sometimes…
This one was for my friend Clara, who likes skulls.
It seems a bit morbid that on her birthday I made her a picture that looks like the spirit of death, but she seemed to like it.
I really enjoy painting in this style (messy and all over the place) but I can’t ever seem to get it right without using my fingers to smudge everything. I’d love to figure out how to recreate this style purposefully rather than through trial and error, but at the moment it only seems to look this alive when I just jump in.
Starting a new blog/ microblog makes me nervous after the last one fell apart at the 100 post mark.
The picture is a poppy, which symbolises eternal sleep, oblivion, and imagination. Eternal sleep is the old blog (*tear*), oblivion is where the ideas come from, and imagination is what I need this blog for. To stir it and force it to empty all of the ideas so that new ones can wander in.
(p.s. if you’re interested in seeing any of my old blather, the blog is purplecustardservicestation.wordpress.com. Some of it is good blather.)