This Creature is Lore

I've got my fic plotbunny (let's see if I write it by tomorrow; that would be like a good idea for my own challenge, wouldn't it).

Several of you have linked to new works you've done recently. I look forward to reading them soon. :D I'm currently traveling and still sick, so there may or may not be a bit of a lag.

In the meantime, here is some art.



I'm not sure if this counts as good things happening to Celebrimbor, since he looks miffed and is badly photographed and was the subject of a questionable Artweaver experiment; but I'll count it as a good thing, because the other times I've tried to draw him, he's just looked like my Curumo*, and now I suppose he looks more like himself.

*Actually he still kind of does, except prettier. Blast. I wonder if I've drawn some subconscious parallel in my mind?

Day 10 (wishlist):

- Red Dragon: Dolarhyde and Reba.  This is a pretty obscure one.  Any links to fanworks of these two?  I love the pairing, it's so creepy and sweet and ill-fated.  Note: I don't gravitate toward sexually explicit material unless it's either really character-driven or really creepy (yes, you read that exactly right).

- Thuringwethil.  Again, links to stuff or new stuff?  Cough it up, people! =D I know more than one of you shares my fondness for Thuringwethil.  See also note above.

- Crack!fic (or heck, serious fic if you could pull it off) based on my, er, fanwork for Day 11.  Details below the cut.

Day 11 (new thing):

So I thought to myself: What is it in my main fandom (Tolkien) that I would never, ever draw?  And then it hit me: A hobbit lass hugging a wee pony in a meadow, of course!  The fact that this was done in 15 min at the bus stop in ink on lined paper emphasizes its technical incompetence (for I never draw equines nor children) appropriately.
( I am mortified. ETA - more so because I dated it 2013. I need to stop living in the past. )

I'm inordinately pleased with myself for drawing something that's not Tolkien even though I messed his left eye up.

So apparently all that reading and writing I was eagerly looking forward to after finals has yet to happen.  Instead I've been sleeping a lot, watching the first season of Dr. Who (Christopher Eccleston is unbearably cute, I can't say I think the same of the dude everyone likes that came after him), and drawing wizards.



The Istari story I abandoned in March will be resumed sometime this week though.

- Two or three evenings ago, I produced a small gaggle of drawings I was very pleased with.  Said drawings have been iconized, but my current attempt to actually use my DeviantArt and place them there is being thwarted by the fact that my internet connection thinks it would be more fun if the site pretended to load indefinitely rather than actually loaded.

- Recently I was making drawings for my friend's kid and, on a whim, drew cub Simba.  I have not drawn cub Simba, nor any other Lion King character, for probably twelve years.  I rather wish I'd taken a picture, because the bloody thing looked as good as my high school drawings, and I'd have thought that after that long it would have been a bit crappy.  Evidently my efforts in jr. high and high school to reproduce certain Disney characters and techniques (I wanted to be an animator firstly, and later a concept artist) resulted in muscle memory for drawing them?  No wonder I still struggle with a particular trending of my drawn characters to have large heads and overly soulful eyes; I've mostly stopped drawing visible irises this past year because I think I need to unlearn detailed eyes before relearning them.


[On a totally unrelated note, I am compelled to express my dissatisfaction with the failure of any of the local thrift stores to be in convenient proximity to a dollar store.  That just seems wrong.]

I draw much better in pen than in pencil. Always have. I think the option of erasure puts too much pressure on me; since I tend to perfectionism, the option of erasure means that surely the drawing can eventually be honed to perfection! This never happens. My pencil drawings, at least to me, often look vaguely painful, and when I look upon them thoughts of dead horses prance through my head.

On the other hand, the pen presupposes a lack of perfection. With that supposition, I seem to be able to proceed with more ease, evidently because a.) Why aim for the impossible? and b.) A drawing finished to reasonable satisfaction with the handicap of unerasability is more of a triumph. Case in point, I’m particularly pleased with the drawing in the icon–which was produced yesterday in lieu of adequate Stat notes–and I could never have done it in pencil because I’d have freaked out about it.

The fact that I’ve been starting to shade my pen drawings lately instead of just leaving them as line drawings also causes me to reflect that I can really just do pen drawings as a complete art form. I’ve usually tended to stick to line drawings because the pencil-followed-by-inking was not something I could get behind--and don’t get me started on inking pens, I prefer the variability in line boldness that a run-of-the-mill ballpoint can provide--, and therefore never believed I could produce finished work. I may have been quite mistaken and underestimating myself.