We moved house last week. Lots of change. Haven’t set up my drawing board yet, but have moved on laptop from Manga Studio 5EX to Clip Studio Paint. Feel the pull to jump back into the story of Dasie Litral. The story got so stuck… but the Sea of Change I’m swimming in now will present me with answers… If I trust it…
A Meditating Moomin / Snorkmaiden I drew for a very dear friend last year during lockdown.
Respect always to #ToveJansson & her beautiful #Moomin stories.
Moomins © Tove Jansson’s estate/family (this drawing was a present) 💛
Restarted The Artist’s Way this week.
Needing to push past creative blocks.
I’ll edit these posts. Need to get framework in place for the story to develop.
Things falling apart before they fall together
The Woman Ember came into the story to help things get unstuck.
Brain waves. Chakras. Sometimes things have to fall apart before they fall into place.
Things are making more sense today.
My main 2020 Art goals are:
Focus on progressing Dasie Litral & The Mystery Camera Boy #1 to 26 pages & get the Kickstarter live.
Evolve my comic-making art style & process so that I can flow with Time & not against it & have a more productive next decade!
Integrate comics into my day job & progress the ideas I had at Graphic Medicine 2019 Conference in Brighton.
Breaking through creative blocks, self-doubt, procrastination, depression, burn out, and anxiety are all massive challenges, but with the right plan, motivation and help they are achievable. I’m currently inspired by accountability help from an awesome comics maker.
Best wishes 🙂
I’ve recently gained some more momentum with the comic. Different strands are coming together and I’m feeling the therapeutic benefit of this. Unconscious expression has been freed up and I’m noticing some nice examples of this. Here’s the latest: a detail from the current page-in-progress where the weight and tragedy of Brimham Rocks was unconsciously echoed by the pedal of a mangled bike (that I found on a beach in Tyne & Wear as part of an art project 30 years ago) delicately touching the ominous shadow of the moon. The ‘motif’ of precarious balance is echoed and there is an unconscious expression on the nature and substance of ’emotional weight’ that resonated for me. Needed to share it.