I was cleaning my desk cubbies yesterday, and found these.
The moth creature I remember abandoning, because I realized that I’d accidentally used water-soluble walnut ink on a piece I’d intended to watercolor. The dragon I remember drawing (it was around the same time as this piece), but I can’t for the life of me recall why I put it down.
Artist secret: we give up on a lot of things. Though now that I’ve found these, who knows. I might clean them up and use them for digital coloring practice.
In other news, I recently revived my Dribbble account. If you’re a member, be sure to drop by and say hello! I need more folks to follow.
If you’ve missed the news that I’m a huge nerd, you haven’t been following me too closely. I’m a huge. Nerd. Also a huge proponent of equal rights and representation for everyone, even in fantasy settings. So when Prismatic Art Collection put out a call for artists, you can imagine my feelings. I threw in my contributor hat immediately.
What is it? Well, right now it’s a Kickstarter project with the aim of commissioning a bunch of art from illustrators of diverse backgrounds of fantasy characters with diverse backgrounds. It’s hard to miss that the worlds of D&D and most of its cousins are peopled by a jarringly homogenous cast. The aim of Prismatic Art is to compile a selection of stock illustrations that add a little (racial, gender, ability) diversity to the mix.
If this sounds as encouraging to you as it did to me, go take a gander at the project! Even if you can’t afford to contribute, spreading the word is a great way to help too!
Do you remember the first book that really grabbed you? The one that fell apart in your hands from constant rereading and spring-boarded you off into your career as an obsessive lifetime reader? (I’m assuming you’re a reader here, because I most certainly am and who would visit my blog if they’re not like me at least a little? Right?)
Well, mine was A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. LeGuin. I have no idea why my mom decided to bring it home from the library for me that day. To the best of my knowledge, she’s never read it herself (though she can feel free to contradict me if I’m wrong, or fill in the story if she remembers) and it certainly wasn’t a new release in 1992 when I was 7.
But whatever the reason, there it was. And that story, of a young and talented wizard whose life and career nearly end at the hands of his own hubris, really got to me. I remember carrying around laminated bookmarks I’d made myself, painstakingly copying out the poem and runes from the front of the book. I hunted down the trilogy, the copies with my favorite cover art of course (these ones), and still have them on my shelf to this day.
Yet for some reason, I think this might be the first illustration I’ve ever done of Ged.
(Bigger, better view here)