Let's talk about ~art~

Realistically, I'm aware that most of you have found your way here because of my amazing comic. That's cool, pictures are easier than blogs anyway. But that also means there's a fair chance that some people here are not all that bothered about weddingy things, but would actually like to know about drawing, and stuff like that.

So.

You may not have noticed, but since strip #34, I have been doing each strip completely digitally. Prior to that I had started initially by sketching the comic in pencil and inking by hand, then scanning and (when I started colouring the strips), RE-inking digitally (until I realised that was really timeconsuming and stopped inking by hand) and then colouring.


I am quite pleased with the way the comics have turned out since I moved entirely digital, although I can still see room for improvement and all the flaws stand out!  But this has always been the case since I was a kid.

As a child, my first artistic guidance came from this man:

 (Neil Buchanan - Art Attack, CITV)

Tragically, and repeatedly, however hard I tried to copy the techniques he showed me, they never looked quite as good when I did them. I'd have this massively complex picture in my head, and knew exactly how to draw it, but when I imagined this:

What I usually got ended up more like this:

As I got older, I got more and more frustrated between this total lack of communication between my hand and my brain.

I leaned more towards writing and stuck to just idle doodling instead of looking to improve my techniques and look at the problems with what I was drawing. I got a B in GCSE Art, and looking back I think that was generous. I was so focussed on anime styles in art at that point, simplistic lines and static poses. If I could go back and do it again, I think I'd do better.




I know now that my art isn't exactly complex, or super-dynamic, but the difference is that now at least I'm experimenting more and trying new things. One of the criticisms my art teacher gave me during GCSE was that I worked too small (fair - I tended to centre one tiny image on a page), and that I was afraid to be messy.

I was afraid to be messy - aside from doodling on my notes in class, I didn't have any rough sketchbooks, like the great warm-up doodles that you see artists showing on tumblr, I was afraid to practice and try new things in case it went wrong, and so I stuck with simple lines and simple poses to  make sure I met a similar quality of work every time, even though that was boring. I didn't experiment. Everything was flat.

And everything was tiny. I used to put all my effort of composition into a single central figure in the middle of the page, and then filled in the blanks around them. To a point I still do that - but now I'm trying to build it up, and I'm aware it's a problem!

I started to change that when I got my set of markers a couple of years ago. Yes, if you looked through my back catalogue you'd find the odd piece of work where actually I've considered composition:

But mostly it's one lonely figure floating in a heavy fog.

With my markers I started trying to build up backgrounds and textures, playing more with shading and highlights and trying to get a more rounded and finished image.

But there was still something not right about it - I was pleased with it, but it didn't feel quite perfect. It didn't feel as revolutionary as I'd hoped it would. I'd done the same thing I'd always done - drawn the pencil, coloured between the lines, and it was still aping that anime style, badly.

I don't think I got a sense of what I wanted to do, what I needed to do with my art, until I did Batbride.

This wasn't initially intended to be a strip, it was just going to be a silly poster. And I just got messy with it. I referenced a pose from SenshiStock and I challenged myself to sketch it entirely on tablet, and that scared me, so to provide a 'crutch' for myself, I did an initial Very Rough sketch in one colour, then layered over a Less Rough sketch it another before I would look at setting down the final lines.

But after that, the background was my real challenge - that was when I got messy. I played with different brushes, different colours, different layers and different opacities. And I didn't erase anything. If something went wrong I painted over it or played with some effects. It was somewhat liberating and really quite fun.


I'm still not at the point where I can confidently say that my art is my art, but now I'm being braver with my composition, with my sketching, and I'm pushing myself to be messy, supporting myself with reference pictures, and I'm starting to see a style that is uniquely mine begin to evolve and show itself around the edges.

The course of action now is to just keep drawing, and wait to see what happens!

Dress UN-excitement

Guys. I'm sad to report that I did NOT get my dress in the amazing amazing sample sale. Sadly the only size they had was a size 8, and my ribs got in the way somewhat. I am all for losing a bit of weight for the wedding, but to spend that much (it was still a fair whack) on a dress and pressure myself into fitting into it seemed silly.

It was still a fun adventure though!

I got to Bond Street station just before 1:00pm and met my friend there, who would be providing Quality Checking on the lookout for snags and stains etc that I might not spot (but in case she was expected to provide actual opinions, had prepared her interested face and lots of noncommittal comments like "I am undecided about spots"), we trundled to the shop, prepared to be good and early because we were expecting it to be a bit like this:

Because that is what TV had told us to expect.

It was not like that at all. We got there around the same time as a couple of other pairs of friends, and were let in and seated quietly in the fancy minimalist waiting area.

After about ten minutes of waiting awkwardly and avoiding eye contact, a smiley woman led us downstairs to the dressing rooms.

Now, the last time I had been to this store, the dressing room area had looked like this:

This time, it looked like this:

With the precision of a military operation my friend and I found the dress I liked, then quickly scoured the rails to see if they had it in another size. Sadly not, but we decided to try it out anyway. So the consultant picked the dress off the rail, handed it to us, and shoved us both into a dressing room, and wandered off abruptly.

So it was a good job my friend was there, as otherwise I might have struggled to get it on. Not that we actually managed to get it full on anyway.

That was the best we could do, sadly. Please excuse my ugly bra.







Oh well! It was a learning experience, and I'm glad I tried it instead of just not bothering. And in some ways I'm a little bit glad, secretly really, because I was a bit sad about not being able to order a dress Just For Me, but realistically couldn't pass up the chance to save a significant amount of money. And also concerned about humping the bloody thing back on the train, and storing it for 18 months, especially as my wedding insurance only covers it for two months prior to the day!


Onwards onwards!