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I Swear, Life Is Trying To Break Me…

…and it choses what appears a metaphorical version of the chinese water torture to do so: Lots of tiny emberassments and conflicts in rapid suggestions. On it’s own, none of them wouldn’t be bad, but together they drive me downright insane.

The next two weeks could go in two ways.

Either I end up never leaving my apartment again, or I go on some kind of killing spree, although in my case it’ll be less “killing” and more “yelling at everybody”, because, lets face it, I’m as harmless as a gnat.

Man, It’s been a while since I that was that downright pissed.

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Art Slumps And Workflows

When a picture or comic page is roughly 70% done I hit a point where every second spent working on it becomes an unbearable slog.  It’s the bit where all the interesting decisions have been done, I’ve spent hours over hours staring at that thing and I still aren’t even close to the finish-touch-up detailing stage. It’s a slump, it’s blargh and really quite sucky, and this two-third ways slump is the reason my art output is so fracking low.

I’m not the only artist with that problem – Aaron Diaz of Dresden Codak fame calls it the “Deathmarch” – and I am pretty sure I am not the only one whose art career suffers greatly from it, but, damnit, it’s still annoying and my biggest hurdle of going pro.

Seeking Solutions

Powering through this slump really doesn’t work for me. If I force myself to deal with something I begin to resent it. I do not want to resent my art.  But working on multiple pieces isn’t helpful either: Usually it just leaves me stranded with heaps of unfinished art – the most fun part in art (for me!) is the layout and design stage, and that’s done and over with when you begin rendering. So I tend to start over and over again and just let things lay around.

As much as I rant and rave about my artwork looking clumsy and primitive; it is not the quality of my work, but my haphazard workflow that’s keeping me from reaching my goals. I need to change my workflow so that it’s more varied and interesting as opposed to seperating it into burst phases with countless meaningful decisions and long stretches of mechanical rendering1.

You know, more WIPs at the same time might still the best solution, provided I can find a proper mechamisn to make sure I actually switch back to finish a piece in time. That’s why doing a comic is so ideal for me: The story can’t continue before I finished the next page in the row, so I actually want to finish it.

I just need to get a bit faster in doing so.

Footnotes:

  1. I too enjoy the pure mechanical challenge of rendering, mind you, but I need a special mindset for both. If I am in decision mode, rendering is going to piss me off. And if I am in the mood to just switch off the higher brain and do the mechanical art-part, having to do story or layout decisions drives me downright batty.
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You know the serenity prayer?

You know, the one that goes:

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.1

I am slightly less religious as your common quartz, but me thinks I really need something like that, just for not-dithering.

Goddamnit2. Stuff doesn’t have to perfect, it just needs to get DONE. *shakes fist*

Footnotes:

  1. Frankly, I wastly prefer the variation where the last line goes: “And the wisdom to properly hide the bodies”, but there you go.
  2. The major drawback of being a-religious always has been the lack of interesting blasphemies. In my younger angry-atheist-days I screened and replaced them, but well, there’s only so much you can replace with fuck until you sound like an angry rapsong.
    Speaking of which, the best and most creative cursers I knew where Catholics. Go figure.
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I’m being painfully adult today…

I’m sorting out my budget.

It wouldn’t be that bad, if it weren’t for all that unpredictable crap you just know will always happen.  Sometimes a dentist bill will rack up hundrets of euros, sometimes it’s a sudden birthday1 or wedding presents. How am I supposed to get vacation and clothing into that budget? I haven’t bought a single pair of shoes in a year, I’m down to one pair of boots and one pair of sandals!

Question for you guys: Do you budget for that? If so, how do you decide how much you need for that and where to keep it?

Because I know myself – if I budget too much, I won’t keep it, if I budget too little, I screw over myself.

This was definitivly the wrong month to give up sweets. Or to become mature about my spending habits, one of these.

Footnotes:

  1. Birthdays and holidays in general sneak up on me each year, those stealthy bastards, and Christmas is the worst of the fucking lot.
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Fashion and the quality thereof.

Fashion is one of the very few forms of expression in which women have more freedom than men.

And I don’t think it’s an accident that it’s typically seen as shallow, trivial, and vain.

It is the height of irony that women are valued for our looks, encouraged to make ourselves beautiful and ornamental… and are then derided as shallow and vain for doing so. And it’s a subtle but definite form of sexism to take one of the few forms of expression where women have more freedom, and treat it as a form of expression that’s inherently superficial and trivial. Like it or not, fashion and style are primarily a women’s art form. And I think it gets treated as trivial because women get treated as trivial.

Greta Christina

 

I have to admit, I’ve been guilty of that myself. It doesn’t help that I always thought of myself to have the fashion sense of a salted slug.

It began to change after I started designing fashion for my characters. Siendes, for example, dresses very high end in her civilian life – entirely for poltical reasons. That eventually got into my head that caring about how you look isn’t necessary about being shallow.

Took a while, though, because it’s the whole “it’s for girls and so it suck” things is insideous and everywhere – especially since so many people and companies use “it’s for girls/women” as excuse to go “eh, quality’s expensive, why bother, it’s good enough for girls/women”. It feeds itself.

Take toys and compare the quality of barby with the quality of bionicle, for example. Or kid tv shows; if they targeted at girls they tend to suck, MLP:FIM is the only exeption I can think of and that’s more meet with “that CAN’T be that good, it’s for little girls!” Or videogames. Young boys get Professor Clayton and other fantastic puzzle games,  Girls get cheaply made, buggy dress up dolls and nintendo-pets knockoffs. Even the production values The Sims, prolly the only high end computer game series aimed at women, got cheaper and cheaper over time, especially  when you compare the quality of the early Sims 2 expension packs with late ones – or, god beware, Sims 3.

Take Shoes. On average, shoes for women are more expensive and of far shittier quality. I’m lucky if they survive a YEAR and I tend to pay far more than my father and brother, who wears theirs for four years and more before they even have to think about replacing them.. And I haven’t started on the comfort factor yet.

Clothes. Great Chaos, the quality of clothes.
Yes, women have more variation in style, but it comes in a huge cost of quality. For some odd reason C&A and co think that cheap, falls apart after one washing t-shirts are appropiate for women. Or the sizes come misslabeled. I once had a pair of pants where one leg was four centimetres longer than the other one. You don’t find that kind of crap on the men’s floor, which is why I do my t-shirt shopping there. But if you’re a woman strapped for cash like most are, you’ve got a problem. Have fun spending more time sifting out bad quality stuff than testing if things fit.

Classic female professions still pay far less that classic male ones.

It’s everywhere: Even in small things like razors – I use the classic Gillette ones, simply because the “feminized” versions are shitty, wobbly things of pink plastic. I used to have one of the pink ones – the handles are better shaped for legs – but it kept breaking apart.

No wonder that people still associate femine with shallow and worth less than the male counterparts.

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