I did stick out ICAD until nearly the end, and I’ve got the cards lying around here somewhere. But I sort of forgot I had an art blog over the past six months due to factors including but not limited to:
a sudden overwhelming obsession with Captain America
various deaths in the family
my pseudo-nephew turning a year old
slow-burning rage over current events
the abrupt and unforeseen closure of the shared studio I’ve been part of for several years
So that’s what happened there.
In the interests of making this post less banal, here are some ATCs I did awhile back:
Acrylics, glossy magazine pages, and one of my dad’s old SF mags.
Yes, that upper right-hand one was done for the prompt “magenta”, and yes it was totally phoned in. (The 14th was extremely busy, in my defense.) I’m pretty proud of the other two, though.
Broke out my trusty glitter gels for this lady. I’m practicing drawing different types of hairstyles, cos we can’t ALL have flowing waist-length tresses, right? (“Vivat Regina” means “long live the queen”. I am all about queens. And princesses. And tiaras for all, really.)
This is a review of an imaginary book, using text from old encyclopedia articles, including an AMAZINGLY condescending one about Elizabeth Barrett Browning. (Did you know she was only a “minor poet” because her emotions were too strong? *eyeroll*)
I may have used up my month’s supply of purple, but it was worth it.
I am so peeved, O blog reader. You do not even know.
Okay, so I made these little mini coloring books, right?
I could do these all day. They’re what the kids call “zines” — a regular sheet of paper folded cunningly into a little 8-page booklet. They’re super cute and fun to make and I thought how fun they’d be for you, the bloghopping public, to print out and stick in your purse to give to the kids at the doctor’s office or whatever.
So I got them all carefully inked in, scanned, cleaned up, and printed out to test how they’d work as printables.
You’d think scanning in a piece of paper at its original size and resolution and then printing out same, yielding two identical pieces of paper, would be a simple operation. But you would be WRONG. Because the computer has an opinion on this, see, and its opinion is that it knows better than you. Did you already carefully lay out that page, including the margins, with nearly mathematical precision? “LOL w/e,” says the computer, and messes around with it until it fits the COMPUTER’S idea of correct margins.
Which would be merely irritating if you were just printing out a flyer for your lost dog or whatever, but in this case I am trying to print out a page to be precisely folded in eighths. Not to have all the edges cut off at some arbitrary distance and then folded in eighths, COMPUTER.
Tell it to just print without margins, you say? Oh ho ho ho, my sweet summer child, that would be way too easy. If I do that the computer says to itself, “O! so I take this scanned image that I arbitrarily shrank, right, and stretch it out again by, eh, it doesn’t really matter how much, I’ll just eyeball it even though I don’t have any eyeballs. Close enough!” And lo, I get a printout that’s cut off in random places.
A photocopier can handle this just fine. I don’t understand why three hunks of arguably higher technology between them can’t get it right.
So, long story short, I don’t have any cute free printables for you today. But at least I have photos of my cute drawings.
I’ve actually been doing an index card a day since the end of April. I know, I’m a rebel.
See, I’m not good with challenges because I am the kind of obsessive person who will freak out and give up if I miss one solitary single day. So I wanted to do ICAD this year, but if I was going to be sure to finish I would have to form the habit first.
Also, yes, I admit it, I just wanted an excuse to buy a stack of index cards.
Anyway, here is my first OFFICIAL index-card-a-day:
A somewhat crappy photo, but that’s how we roll around here. Starting early, taking lousy pictures, smoking in the girls’ bathroom…
Spoiler: we didn’t go to the movie on Monday. Or on Tuesday. Possibly tomorrow, we’ll see. But we are slowly chipping away at the enormous stack of Things What Need Doing.
Last night I had myself an anxiety attack, which was about as delightful as it sounds. I stayed up half the night desperately haunting Pinterest in an attempt to distract myself enough to calm down, and something must have rubbed off because I had a BRAINWAVE. Actually two brainwaves. One is a plan for awesomizing my workspace, if I ever get my room clean enough to rearrange. The other I am gonna sit on for a while. Stay tuned.
To be perfectly honest I have occasionally had more fun at the dentist’s, but such is life, especially for the introvert. On the plus side, I did actually make an ATC for a change, out of the random baggie of stuff I got at the door:
Not a very good photo, but then it’s not a very good card, either. Maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to doing things I actually like.
In the meantime I am crawling back into my burrow for the night. Toodles.
I live with my mom (anyone who thinks that reflects badly on her or on me is cordially invited to bite me) and lately she’s been feeling really bad both physically and emotionally — lots of obligations that are hard to meet, lots of interpersonal stuff that’s hard to handle. And when she feels bad, I feel bad, because I love her.
So yesterday while she was out and I was noodling around doing laundry, I decided to make this page as a reminder to myself as well as my mom. I care about my friends, but my family comes first (including my sisters-by-choice), and before everything else I have to take care of MYSELF. You know the story about putting on your own oxygen mask first, right? And part of my well-being is making sure of Mom’s well-being, just like part of hers is making sure of mine.
It didn’t occur to me until this morning that it makes a fitting Mother’s Day page, but I think it does.
That said, I know there are people out there who find today really hard because of bad relationships with their own mothers. For those folks, I hope you do whatever you need to do to take care of yourself today — maybe make your own journal page about your priorities, with yourself at the top! — and I offer this video and an e-hug.
Still messing with Virgil. I rescued this book from an overenthusiastic destash with the intent of cutting it up for pages, which I may still do. (Lots of neat illustrations.) But I discovered it’s also really fun to doodle in. Drawing directly over text is something I hadn’t done before, and the paper is super smooth, so Pitt pens like it quite a lot. Hence a wonky butterfly.
And then I did this:
I splurged yesterday on a Big Brush Pitt pen, explicitly for this purpose — don’t want to wear out my regular black brush tip on heavy-duty inking!
So yeah, that happened. Ordinarily I’d whine like a baby for my mother to deal with it, but she’s been deathly ill this week, so I had to put on my big girl panties, and lo and behold it just wasn’t as big a deal as I’d thought it was. (My biggest problem was convincing the stupid thing to fly UNDER the window sash and not keep trying to climb through the glass. Insects, man.)