It's high time that I try to shift my format here somewhat, it's worth a try. This blog is supposed to be another means for the flourishing of creativity and not a chore or archive where I store some of my art. Thus begins the first of many experiments. I hope you find some joy in them, whoever you are. If you don't want to listen to my ramblings, scroll down below and head straight to the pretty pictures.
So, art. As this is an art blog, what do I, the owner of this blog, think is art?
Art, I should think, is wholly different from technical exercises and works such as treatises, scientific papers, one's daily grind with figure drawing, studies of another person's art, etc. I do not deny the creative capacity of these things, in fact I am wholly cognizant of the creativity and richness in thinking that goes into well-done research and deep thinking and reflection that goes into the sciences and the study of art nor do I deny the style of one's writing and original ways of thinking over data and theory that can come out of a technical exercise (look to men like Joseph Schumpeter or John Maynard Keynes as examples of amazing stylists, and in contrast there is Friedrich August von Hayek and Adolf Hitler for the poor stylists; an ordinary writer that is not so much a good stylist nor a poor writer would be Roger Garrison or Milton Friedman (and yes, you read that right, I have read Chamberlain's translation of Mein Kampf out of curiosity to know the man's thought himself, it was shit - interesting - but shit)), rather I believe that there is a qualitative element to art that sets it apart from these things. The main thing? I think it's a combination of storytelling and the extraction of emotion from the audience of one's output that makes it lean more as art or lean more as a work of technical capacity, thus my determination of polemics as art more than serious pieces of political philosophy. This is a somewhat Romantic take on the essence of art and the artistic endeavor. I know take this time to say that I do not limit art to the visual, I take song, dance, a good tale told, a sand castle, all of those things, as art, memes too are art, very post-modern (or meta-modern, whichever). Art is more than a renaissance painting or a good comic book cover, it is emotion and concepts embodied in order to illicit a response of an emotional sort from the audience. Science is a materialist endeavor which seeks to comprehend the world within a lens which holds back as much metaphysics as possible as it seeks relations and a consistency in behavior in material things and between material things, the matters of the transcendent are more in line with theology and philosophy (but not mutually exclusive given the scope of things like Physics); learning the subtle curves of the bones of the body as they reveal themselves from the flesh of your model is finding the relations between shapes and perfecting it, art is transcendent in how it brings something out of you by making you feel something from the interplay of the shapes and image's associations. Science divorces you from emotion, art makes you revel and feel emotion.
Such are my conjectures on art, more on this some other time. NOW ON TO THE MUCH MORE BORING SHIT LIKE WHAT I'M UP TO ART-WISE.
I realize that it's time to expand my drawing subjects again, which has only been refining the thumbnails for my comics adaptation of a public domain novel and drawing some pokemon for Anons on the /vp/ drawthread (the /vp/ drawthread is kinda slow but I find that it's a lot better than the ones that I've seen on other boards). Something that might pique one's interest is that my friend invited me to do some collaborations with her, draw some fun stuff and hang out with a friend. Given her interests, what better way to bind with a guy like me and a girl like her than to draw the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? She likes metal and Hellboy, as do I, and a lot of other traditionally masculine interests. Fun. I'll be talking more about this later when I have something concrete to share beyond mutual interest.
On the technical aspects, I have a few problems: my wrist is killing me and my scanner, possible the computer itself, is undergoing some problems. The wrist thing is a problem given how my right hand is my drawing hand, writing hand and the one that I prefer to use to eat with for both holding a utensil and the occasional eating with one's hands. I need a splint for it and just buying some one-size-fits-all types would not be the smartest idea. I used to stretch my hand a lot too but that comes with its own problems, mainly looking like a weirdo in public. I'm shameless but I can't be totally shameless, I HAVE to have some standards, somewhere, somehow.
Finally, on to the drawings.
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| An older Aceroli hugging a Purugly. |
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| An Anon wanted some Swablu being cute, so I made some bothering the male MC from Pokemon Sword and Shield with Scorbunny. |
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| A kind Anon cleaned up my drawing. |
