I was drafting a pattern for the new Hera flight cap and then my new @artsnacks box showed up so 15 minute scribbly doodles of my favorite Captain Rebelmom happened. Proportions kinda got away from me there a little whoops. I have to say I’m now in love with the Zig Cocoiro pen that came in the box because this nib is SO, SO FINE with lovely lines and the ink gives really great washes.
“I’ve been drinking and I don’t feel like coloring that thing I’ve been working on for a month what should I draw” “Mom chilling with caf because she deserves a minute”
Mom’s gonna take a few minutes because the caf hasn’t kicked in yet.
Copic gasenfude brush pen on Canson XL vellum bristol.
"what should i draw or otherwise make today (the real answer is "you should start on your fanime stuff" but i don't feel like hunting down all of the patterns i need fff)"
When you gotta let your best girl go to SWC in style. Initial test run of the shirt I’m making for @aheartmadeofkyber. I wanted to make sure the design would work when I do it in violent pink on hers. You get my area rug in this only because it was the only way to balance the colors enough for it to show up as blue in my shitty living room lighting. whoops.
I meant to post this before bed but I was a tired human after Disney whoops. Why waste a sketchbook page when I can just use the bleed through to work from?
And some personal junk under the cut (warning for death and sad things).
Five years ago today my dad passed away after a two-year long battle with multiple myeloma, a fairly uncommon type of cancer that forms in the blood. He wasn’t a perfect human, he absolutely had his faults and things I would have dearly liked to punch him for, but we were always close and we worked together for most of my late teens and into my adult life. It was really hard for me to watch someone who was always so strong and active and out there doing things end up spending his last few months in the hospital barely even able to lift a book. What really got me is that he was always positive about it; he would talk about things he wanted to do “when” he got out of the hospital, not “if”.
I was lucky in that my dad always encouraged (and sometimes funded) me to do the things that made me happy, whether it was drawing, or horseback riding, or cosplay, or traveling. This trip, for me, has a little more meaning, as our original plan was to go in 2012, but all of my funds for that ended up having to go to things like rent and food after he went into the hospital for good (because when your boss doesn’t have jobs to give you, you don’t make any money).
I like to think this is me going “it’s going to be ok, you got this, you did what you set out to do even if it took you some extra time”. It’s also me saying “thank you” to the man who always taught me to do everything to the best of my ability and to work hard even if the pay wasn’t the best. “Do the same quality of work at $10/hr as you would at $50.”
I owe my stubbornness to my dad. I owe my “take no bullshit” attitude to my dad. I owe my workaholism to my dad. I also owe my creativity, my sense of humor, and my work ethic to my dad. I owe my love of traveling and building to my dad.
So, thanks Dana. It took me 15 years but I got here. I’m ok.