Saturday, February 18, 2012

Illustration Friday: Fluid

Woo!  Since I attempted (several times) to draw something for last week's "Popularity" theme and couldn't get it right, I was determined to draw something this week.  The word was "Fluid".  I yanked this idea out of the hoard in my brain.
 
Did drawing this make me crazy, frustrated, and want to set it on fire, you ask?  Why yes, yes it did.  It has been hurled into the "Doodle File" for misbehaving...
 
 
[tags illustration friday, illustration, face, portrait, tear, drawing, pencil, doodle, person, eyes]

Friday, February 17, 2012

Whitney, Whitney, Whitney...

First, I should say that I have very little interest in celebrity news, gossip, or general goings-on. I don't care who shaved their head, flashed their undies (or lack of), cheated on this one with that one, or ate a live zebra (okay, if that happened it might pique my interest...a little). I am, however, interested in who volunteered their time/money here or there, supported this or that cause, made an incredibly nice gesture, and ate a live zebra. My interest in these things isn't limited to celebrities, though – I'm interested in anyone that does this stuff.

Now that I've said all that, I decided that it would be appropriate to write an entry about the death of Whitney Houston. I've never owned an album of hers, but I remember hearing her music while growing up. I also remember hearing about her issues with drugs and relationships. Since this is an art-related blog and Whitney Houston was a musical artist, I figured it was relevant.

Beyond her music or personal issues, I know nothing of her. I don't know what/if she did anything to help other people, I don't know what her interests were, or what causes or issues touched her heart. I know that at one point she was placed on this fantastic pedestal to eventually be yanked off of it once her flaws out shined her voice.

It should be of no surprise that since her death, that negativity continues: Crack-this-that-jokes, "She deserved to die", "I'm glad she's dead", etc... that is what I've been reading on FB, Twitter, and various other places online. I don't understand the point.

She was a celebrity, but she was a human one. Just as real as you or I, simply playing on a different stage. Long ago I realized that celebrities are portrayed as cheap products that function poorly, are given horrible reviews, yet people keep buying them. There are expectations set for them that don't make sense, nor would I wish them upon anyone. I don't think I could handle feeling relatively secure as a person and, as soon as I make a mistake or do something that is seen as a mistake, everyone tears me apart as if I was less than human. In fact, this did happen to me, and I'm a nobody – it was awful to deal with. There are always understanding voices trying to shout over the mob, but they're drowned out by venomous comments, teasing, and bullying. Whether you're a celebrity, public figure, or average Joe, this happens. Of course, with people in the public eye, it happens on a vastly larger scale than in a small town. It doesn't mean it hurts any less, though. Truthfully it seems like cruelty, not love, knows no bounds.

Was I incredibly saddened to hear she died? Honestly, no. I think any death is sad, some more than others. I felt bad for her family, as I would with anyone that lost someone. I don't think the world lost a hero, I don't think her death will spark a revolution or a create major shift in anything (with the exception of her family). She was another person that, throughout her life succumbed to various things that affect people, eventually died for whatever reason, and that is sad. Of course, to her massive amount of fans, it's probably a tragedy, and that's okay too. Sometimes I think fans create this sort of familial relationship, so when the center of that family dies, they all take it hard. I'm sure that if Steve Martin goes before I do, I will feel very sad. I felt shocked and sad when Michael Jackson died, not because he was a performer, but because of what I knew about his upbringing and every event that followed him throughout his life. I feel deeply sad when I hear of a soldier dying, even though in order to hear about those deaths, you have to sift through a lot of other stuff...

Death is an incredible occurrence that can shake foundations and traumatize anyone. So is cruelty. Combining the two will never lead to anything good. For the ones being unkind to the ones receiving it – nothing good, no one benefits. I know I'm not alone in my thinking, but I often feel like I'm trying to shout over the mob.

[tags death, life, celebrity, celebrities, whitney houston, whitney, society, sadness, anger, hatred, gossip, kindness, hope, words, voice]

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

2 additions to Etsy...

I'm going slightly (and maybe temporarily) whimsical on Etsy for Valentine's Day with chubby mice and cats.  They're cute!!  And they're all in love! 
 
"Jitters" - it's the mouse that kills me...
 
"Cheesy" - it IS, but in a cute way!
 
[tags mice, valentine's day, etsy, drawing, shop, cat, love, hearts, valentine]
 
 
 

Saturday, February 4, 2012

A thank you post...

Those that know me know that I can get really mushy sometimes and the level of mush depends on the circumstances and how I'm feeling.  People that aren't familiar with me either think that I'm being "sweet" or that I'm being disingenuous (those that think this tend to be the most cynical about everything) or a sort of sycophant.  When it comes time for me to offer a thank you, I tend to get nervous because of the very reasons I mentioned. 
 
There is this feeling inside my torso that I get when I'm really, really grateful for something (this happens a lot).  If I don't acknowledge it, the feeling builds and that's where the level of mushiness really comes into play.  If I let it build too much, I become this sobbing blob of fat that blubbers about how wonderful this or that is (this really happens) and it actually becomes physically painful...like I want to explode and allow rainbows and glitter to shoot out of my disintegrating viscera...or something equally exciting.  Rather than that awesomeness happening, I just cry REALLY hard for a few minutes, and then I'm over it and can get on with making horrific drawings or ridiculous cartoons.
 
SO, now that all of you are aware of these truly embarrassing things about me (things I don't share, mind you) I want to say:
 

THANK YOU FOR READING!
 
I think it's terrific that people read this blog (for whatever reason) and like it enough to "Like" it and even follow!  I'm grateful for that.  So, thank you!
 
I also think it's neat that the people who Like/follow the blog are so similar to one another - we all seem to share the same sense of humor/writing style/interest in art/etc...  So, of course, if you spot a fellow Liker on a post, click on them and see what their deal is if you don't already do that!  It's almost like watching a video on YouTube and then continually clicking on the suggested videos until you end up in an unknown land that may or may not traumatize you.  Almost.
 
[tags thanks, thank you, blog, follow, likes, grateful, humor, writing, people, life, story]

Friday, February 3, 2012

Illustration Friday: "Suspense"

 
Child + visually impaired grandma + clippers = SUSPENSE!
[tags illustration friday, colored pencil, drawing, child, marker, illustration, suspense, cartoon, grandmother]