Musings

Time Spent, and Something Gained

So before I get into what I've actually worked on, I just wanted to share something I got in the mail (well part of it, but I'm pretty sure no-one wants to know what I read).

Look, look! It's my Book Depository bookmark. I probably would've gotten one earlier, but I've been trying to cut back on how many books I buy (I was averaging 5 books a week for a while, which obviously isn't really sustainable).

bookmark

It's probably not that big of a deal, but it's still nice to see your work in a physical form - especially when you didn't have to pay for it to be printed.

Bringing it back to more recent illustrations, these are a couple that I've been trying to get done for the last couple of weeks (obviously they're still not done, but I'll get there eventually).

With battles fought and wars in vain
Over and through, he ventures
All his struggles, his endless strain
Time as always the victor

Garden

 

 

Just a little something... Or possibly just a bit more

WARNING: This is a rather long post - generally because of images but still, if you're short on time, feel free to close down my site. I won't blame you and there will be no hard feelings (mainly because I won't know)

So, I've been working on a series of illustrations in my spare time (which is rather abundant I must add) and I must say that;

1. these are taking a frightfully long time to do (as always), especially considering that there are 18 of these to do.
2. I have far to much time on my hands.
3. I still kinda wish I could work a bit faster (or more efficiently rather) so I could focus on things that need to be focused on (like getting jobs).

Anyway so these are the illustrations (4 of 18, but I have done 5 in reality, honest):

To give you a little bit of background, just in case you were wondering (which, I realise, you probably weren't), the idea for these illustrations actually originates from my time at university.

Imagine, if you will, your first year of university (well third really, but the first two don't really count, in my opinion. I mean engineering. What was I thinking?). The assignment: to do anything you want really, and I'm not joking... anything you wanted.

So you decide, yeah, let's do a children's book in around 8 weeks. You can write a short poem, sure, do some illustrations - even though you've never really done backgrounds, never really done colour before and you've only just begun to learn how to use Photoshop - it'll be easy (well I never thought it would be easy, I just really wanted to do it). And this is the result:

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Now admittedly, for a first year illustration student, they actually aren't that terrible (you find out quickly that a lot of the people doing a design course can't draw... at all), but still even at the time I knew that I could do better. I was still proud that I did it, everything considered, but I did wonder at times why other people were so impressed. I mean I could understand why my family were so impressed, they're family, they have to be. But basically at that point - first year, first semester - I realised that this was really what I wanted to do. I mean, I already knew that I was going to be drawing my whole life, but before that moment I thought it would mainly be doodles across my office desk.

Anyway so now that I've been out of uni for around about half a year now, I thought that I would revisit the first assignment that I really worked my ass off for and see what I could do with that same idea. I'm hoping I got better (and I'm thinking that I did), but who knows really. All I know is that, regardless of what happens with my not yet quite formed illustration career, I'm glad that I know that there is something that I have been able to carry with me from when I was a child till now (I am rather deliberately avoiding the word 'adult' 'cos who knows when that'll happen. Hopefully never).

Hello out there (or a beginning that began quite late)

So I have come to realize that this so-called-blog seems to be more of a second gallery of illustrations rather than a blog, in that I don't actually talk (or rather write) about anything except the accompanying illustration. Which is, of course, perfectly acceptable for an illustration blog, but as the passages are never particularly insightful or illuminating, they might as well not be there. Which then means that the whole blog becomes rather redundant - what with the illustrations being far more easily viewed in the link just to the right. So my conclusions are that:

1. I should probably try to be a bit more personal in my writings (which was actually the original intent, but I always seem to have trouble with that)

2. I should also probably go into a bit more detail about my illustrations. If that's all I want to write about.

3. No one other than me probably cares, but I do, so I'm going to do something about it.

Seeing that there seem to be at least a few people who have ignored advice and indulged their curiosity by visiting my website (those poor cats), I just thought it was about time I started taking this blogging thing seriously.

And don't worry, this will still pretty much be only about illustrations, so it'll be pretty easy to ignore me still and simply look at the, subjectively speaking, somewhat pretty pictures if that's all that concerns you. (Isn't alliteration great. If you don't happen to think so, I humbly apologize for my heinous use of such horrid, hellish hogwash.)

So with that all said, what I really wanted to say was,

Hello out there, and welcome to my blog!

(oh and thank you for visiting too).

A Year Gone By

So another year has passed us by, and another birthday come and gone. It has me wondering about how society tends to see this passing of time. People seem to be terrified of getting older, some are even worried about approaching the mid-twenties, which, for your information, is not old. When your birthday comes around, people will always make fun of how old you're getting. And while the majority are not necessarily being serious, it still shows how the link between getting older as a negative has been ingrained in our brains.

It makes you wonder. Why? Why do people see being older as being a negative. When did the word old turn into an almost derogatory term? Especially when aging should be something that we are grateful for. When I think of all the people that never made it my particular age, I choose to be grateful. When I think of everything I have learnt over the past year, I am proud. When I look back at each year I think, 'What can I do this year.'

Not every year is a good year, but I am still happy, no matter what, that I had that year to experience.

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