Just Tryin’ to Drive My Tractor…
I don’t know if this is actually cannon or not, though there are published books on these two… Whelp this is Dorothy and Ozma, not the first drawing I wanted to put up, but the first one I finished. For those of you who have just seen the movies, Ozma (spoilers!) is the Princess of Oz before the Wizard came in. She came back with some pretty cool plot twists. I think the whole series is free via Ebook, so give the series a hit. Ozma’s design (the original) was based off of art nouveau, so her illustrations look like she popped out of Alphonse Mucha’s work.
The idea for the drawing came from an old tin sign at a now-closed-down restaurant. It said, “My girlfriend thinks my tractor is sexy. She walks behind me as I’m just riding along.” In my head I saw this poor old guy with a long beard in a tractor trying to do his job, while this young girl’s just kind of stalking him. Last year someone said it was an actual song. I was kind of bummed because the song wasn’t what I imagined. What I had imagined something bluegrass with an old timey feel. Waaaaay better that way.
I’ve come down to the fact that I would be so much more profound if I actually remembered to write stuff down, instead of forgetting it. Because then afterwards… I just end up sounding psychologically crippled with the vocabulary of about five words and all of them four lettered, as I try to remember it. I’m also starting to think that a genius is someone who actually writes things down instead of trusting their minds to hold onto it. A healthy distrust of self and effective at idiot proofing life— and thus we have created a genius, an intellectual, philosopher, an artist. A genius is someone who has a writing implement with them at all times and the habit of using it.
I think I drew the sketch near the end of the semester during about my 7th cold…. Never been so sick in my life, but there was vegan cornbread. I don’t know how I remember that… Artist Trading Card.
Side note, horoscope keeps telling me to go after someone, like every day for the passed two weeks… And then I’m sitting here thinking WTF who?! Who horoscope, who?! Damn you facebook being all addicting and creepy!! There is a stalker afoot…. Anyways, forgot to mention, updates through May so far. June is blank. So be afeared!
Two characters (from the previous image) wearing their respective styles of clothing. I’m so detailed with this series, I even have it down to the name brands that my characters wear. Rim’s a mix of Punk and Cybergoth, while Flora likes flowy, lacey, and classy things.
It’s Elemental My Friend
OMG. It’s done— like literally a over a half year later! ..Wrist not as broken looking… I did some experimental stuff with this one that finally worked instead of crashing and burning. Exciting! I haven’t done a finished drawing of my lovelies in…. Geez I had to look at my older deviantart account— two years! Characters that I constantly think about and develop, who have been around floating in my head— for TWO YEARS not a completed drawing of them. I even have their colors right (I told myself no peaking!) Admittedly I was still afraid to color this one, but I have two drawings coming up with two of them, so I felt I had to complete this one. I’ve been doing a lot of night drawings… I wasn’t kidding myself when I wanted to work on lighting….
Ummmm. The story takes place in an AU year 2000. Flora (blue) is 15, Kathryn (purple) 14, and Rimley (17). When I created them (when I was 12) I wanted characters that I looked up to, and as I continued developing them in High School I wanted characters I could relate to. Sadly as they started developing more in high school they were telling me about myself, things that I didn’t discover until years later. And I say it’s sad because I was so disconnected from myself, isolated, and controlled, that the only way I could learn about myself was creating characters who had the freedom to do so. I need to draw my guys, I miss my man-whore, being all whore-ish, slutty, and getting into terrible situations….
Not A Toy
I did a shortened quote on this work, it’s a favorite of mine.
“They were careless people, Tom and Daisy – they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
—The Great Gatsby
Played 4 times
First anniversary of the passing of Amendment One in North Carolina, and just over a half year after NC’s “Women’s Right to Know Act.”
Under these laws I am not considered a human being by both society and the government I live under. Human beings have decided to bar me from making decisions to take care of myself and my body, as well as taken away a nature-born given right to many over thousands of years. My sexuality is invisible. Under this I have been set aside, a creature who goes to work, pays bills, and drives like everyone else. But under government is only when I am visible as something other than human. I am female and I am lesbian. Not a human, and unable to make decisions.
However, after volunteering, though the pessimist that I am, I have seen all of the support from many small groups: churches, lgbtq supporters, businesses and other places and people— who support equality for all, despite their race, gender, gender identity, sexuality, religion, age, and disability.
(Song Hero by Family of the Year)