As an artist, it’s a general rule that I love what I do- most of us certainly don’t make art because it’s a highly lucrative profession. So, please understand that I love what I do. That being said, every once in awhile I get a commission that allows me to work with content I really enjoy personally. Most of the items I get to paint for Bigfoot Hydrographics deal with things I like, but this one…well…let’s just say on the rare occasion I get to venture toward the sinister side of art- it makes half of my dark little heart break into interpretive dance.
I love anime. Okay, maybe love is a strong word because I love my husband and my child…but the next best thing- whatever that word is- that’s how I feel about anime. You would think that I would have seen Bleach years ago. It’s not new or anything, but I hadn’t. I had sort of been saving it, because I knew it was a good show. I didn’t even know when I saw the inspiration for this commission that it was one of the main characters.
(Cue the dramatic music)
When I was told he was from Bleach, I knew I needed to watch the show. I can’t go painting the guy without knowing anything about him. It must have been destiny, fate, kismet…It was time to watch bleach. I always knew this moment would come. It arrived and I knew I needed to jump on the train to destiny…so before I did any work, any painting, any sketching- it was time for NetFlix and chill. By NetFlix and chill I mean binge watching anime when I should be doing ten thousand other things. But I didn’t. It was glorious. So thank you, unknown customer, for loving this character, for needing him painted on a giant YETI water bottle, and for letting me be the one to do it.
It’s a cool cloudy day here on the Gulf Coast and I have a small break in the work. I have naturally used my time wisely and drawn a sketch of Khal Drogo. Nothing too time consuming just a quick practice, but fun to be sure! I was hoping to open some slots for portraits, but I’m booked solid already with painting so the portraits will have to wait except for those who have already contacted me. It also looks like it’s time to update the website again, so please be patient as things may change around a bit.
So back to the important things, like Khal Drogo- why him? Easy, he was my favorite character. I still refuse to believe he’s dead and hold onto the slim hope they’ll bring him back. (Don’t rain on my parade) I loved the Khal!
He reminds me of my sweet husband Casey. The have a similar demeanor and way of carrying themselves. I always say my husband was born in the wrong time/plane of existence. He was born to be an epic warrior with a chip on his shoulder and tales of him should be told through the ages. He’s the bee’s knees. He is also an amazing father and I couldn’t love my husband anymore. The laws of physics simply don’t allow for any more love than I already have for him. So there’s a tiny glimpse into my helter skelter thought processes! Thanks for visiting!
Things have been busy, busy, busy! My partnership with Bigfoot Hydrographics keeps me on my toes with all the custom painting and my daughter is quite successful at devouring any time remaining in the day. That being said, I wouldn’t change it for the world. There’s nothing I enjoy more than having the opportunity to be with my little Valkyrie all day and do what I love. I am very grateful. Kudos to all the mommas out there- love to the working moms, love to the single moms, love to stay at home moms, love to the entrepreneur moms, love to the empty nest moms, love to the retired moms, love to the teen moms, love to the moms who are just barely keeping their heads above water…because let’s be honest. Mom’ing is hard.
I’m writing this while my little naps (at least I think she’s napping, it’s been quiet in there for about ten minutes so….) There are a million other things I should be doing right now. I should be doing the dishes, or picking up the house, or feeding the dogs, or actually working on my art, or painting for Bigfoot. Working at home is such a blessing, yet often feels like dancing the polka on a moving scale where one side is weighted with all the tasks that NEED to get done and the other is the time available to do them. Let’s not forget that adding children to that situation is sorta like sweeping the whole apparatus off the table at random intervals (usually when you are closest to balancing the scales).
My work is art. Art requires concentration and some inspiration. Concentration is tricky to turn on and off, and inspiration comes from some magical land where the fairies get a kick out of inspiring you at 2 AM or right before you fall asleep. I am finding that inspiration seems to come most often on days when my baby is especially demanding…and there is zero chance of me sitting down at the table to work. Thanks a pantload magic fairies…I hope you choke on fairy dust.