I wrote my friend, Megan, from GIA, an illustrated letter recently, and I really, really liked some of the doodles, so here they are, colored.
First, we have some of my friends from GIA: Jake,
And Megan, the recipient of the letter herself.
After that, I rambled sappily about the anniversary of Radio Trees for a bit, so we have everyone’s favorite trio.
Finally, I’m being Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls this year for Halloween, so I drew him/me as him.
More to come, don’t worry. It’s just that there’s quite a lot of measuring going on with that other thing I’m working on.
“No no no, it has to be a massive crowd scene with everyone you’ve ever drawn, and the apatosaurus floating in the background, the owl slug wrapped around a lampost, and Jillysauce, you need Jillysauce–”
“Yeah I can’t really do any of that.”
That’s right, it’s been one year.
It really shows how little I expected to come of this that I started Radio Trees on 9/11. Bit awkward, isn’t it? (My condolences to those who died on 9/11 and their families.)
It’s also just after the weekend on which I had my biggest exhibit yet. Probably the first one you could actually call an exhibit at all. So.
Well. I just really don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to come up with something meaningful for this post, but I got nothing.
This weekend, while I was watching over my exhibit at Art Hop, some friends came by to visit me, and we raised a toast (a crushed, mostly empty water bottle one of them was holding) to the hope that one day, these will be humble beginnings. That’s really it, I guess. I hope they are. And I wouldn’t have a year ago. Art just didn’t matter nearly as much to me back then, I didn’t have enough faith in myself to let it.
So that’s pretty good.
Thank you to everyone who’s stuck around. I know I’m nowhere yet, but just you wait.
HERE LOOK WHAT I MADE YOU!
“Hey, Mehra, where’d our last copy of Catcher in the Rye go?”
Mehra’s a big J.D. Salinger fan. She thinks he’s full of crap and his life was a wreck, but at least he knows that’s true of everyone.
I did a background! God, the last time I did a background…. I used paper back then, you guys. Actual paper. I even still have that one!
Anyway, just freaking look at this. It’s not even a background, it’s, like… an actual place. It has a name, even. This, my friends, is
the Gryffindor Common Room Granny May’s Bookshop, where Mehra works with Rainbow Dash Max.
So yeah. How’s this for having it together?
Editor’s note from a few years later (older, wiser, and bitterer):
I began using paper again almost immediately after this drawing. Also, the stairs are horrible.
So I completed my first commission the other day. My dojo asked me to do this piece for the upcoming kids’ camp. There are supposed to be seven virtues of a martial artist, which kids in our dojo learn and of which they have to provide personal examples as part of their training. I remember filling out the bushido sheet myself. Honestly, most of the stuff I came up with was pretty lame, but they are real, human traits that you can find in little kids as well as in ancient samurai. Anyway, I was asked to make posters of them for the kids’ summer camp this year, with illustrations taken from the example answers on my old nemesis, the bushido sheet. The posters have come out much better than I expected, really, and I have to say I get the exercise a lot more now that I’m not ten years old and the laziest child ever. That, and the code has an appealing “real men wear pink” sort of sentiment to it. You didn’t realize how tough being nice to people was, did you?
Edit: now includes all of them, rather than rei and yu.
Probably not gonna be another drawing this weekend because… Art Fest. Yeah. (Actually, that’s sort of a legitimate excuse. You’ll see.)
Anyway, this is what the kids call a sketch dump. See you next weekend.
Remember Marcus? Actually, I guess you don’t. He was another character in the failed post-apocalypse comic I did, which is starting not to look so failed. More and more stuff keeps happening with it… Recently, I wrote an episode of a children’s show with these characters, in which Marcus starred, and now this. Seriously, guys, I need help. Or a production budget. I wanna write that show.
More Lord of the Flies. I’m sorry, I promise everything will be back to normal soon.
This one was for English class, so it’s a bit darker. And more grotesque. (I had to look at the inside of a pig’s mouth, so you do, too, alright?) And that’s Simon in there, to be clear. This was based on that scene with the Lord. (Have you figured out what my favorite part of the book was yet?)
So I was talking to Malcolm on Wednesday about Lord of the Flies and the relationship between being a sociopath and being mentally deranged (which is that, you know, if you’re a sociopath, you’re mentally deranged, but if you’re mentally deranged, you could be a sociopath, or you could be the sort who has tea parties with imaginary people) and I was trying to use Simon as proof of hope for humanity, what with all the crazies on the island.
Malcolm: He talked to the Lord of the Flies.
Me: Yeah, I know, but that was apparently metaphorical.
Malcolm: No, it was a pig’s head. Simon’s just crazy.
Me: …Yeah, okay. Maybe Simon’s the tea-parties-with-imaginary-people sort.
Malcolm: Maybe he had a tea party with the Lord of the Flies.
Mr. Golding, I am so sorry.