This is my 400th post. YEAH!

[secondlina]

My muse is weird. I like to think she's some disorganized, blond, mute, glowy greek bundle of cuteness. As a result, most of the ideas she gives me are vague at best. Almost every project I ever started I had to re-start (reboot?) about 8 to 15 pages in, because I didn't like where it was going and though of a better way to go. Really - i've done this for most of my class projects (including my final graduating exhibit.), I did it for ROSE and now I just did it for Jabberwocky. Eight pages in, I scrapped what I did and started over and like the new pages SO MUCH BETTER. I think my muse is too eager and makes me start things before they really mature, hence the starting over thing. But then again, considering I do this every, EVERY time, maybe it's just part of my creative process - getting some ideas out, figuring out better ones once the first ones are on paper and going with it.

In other news - ROSE was in the newspaper today. Actually, all the books coming out for Collection TRIP are, along with some interviews of artists. The news guy tried to interview me too, but I missed the deadline. He sent me an email on the day we were moving our offices at work. Talk about the wrong day to have no internet! Oh well. The images are there, and that's the most important part!

In other, other news, i'm amazed by how rude people are. Yesterday, the bus was full. I mean FULL of people. And it was all young teens sitting in the front (I was also sitting in the front.) I saw an old lady and a obviously pregnant woman get on the bus. NONE of the people sitting got up for them. I got up, thinking "Too bad I only have one seat to offer." As soon as my butt was off the chair, one of the teens that was standing swooped in and took my seat. I turned around and told her I was going to offer the seat to one of the ladies clearly in need of sitting. The teen said (and I quote) "That's not MY problem."

...Kiddo, it's about to be.

I told her to get up or I would make her get up. Now, I don't think i'm a very impressive lady with my 120 pounds and my 5'3 but I was apparently pretty scary because she got up pretty quickly. The old lady managed to sit down in my seat. Nobody else got up for the pregnant lady.

MEH.

People.

Oh well.

Here is some cuteness to balance out the negative: Another drawing following my anthropomorphic attemps at drawing Super Mario Bros items and monsters. The Bob-omb girl (my favorite!) and a Shy guy. Because you know it's true love.



Over and Out.
(400th POST WOO!)

-Isa

Comments

[ichiban-victory.livejournal.com]

I still encounter very considerate teenagers. How one behaves really is based on how they were raised. As Joanne was talking, nature plays a role, but nurture plays a role as well.

Ha! You ought to see all of the scars I have. My body suffers when I do things beyond just writing. Thankfully I've yet to run my fingers underneath the sewing machine needle as I've heard many others do...

[secondlina.livejournal.com]

OUCHIES! That sounds terrible.

[ichiban-victory.livejournal.com]

That's nothing compared to what I accidentally did to myself in the pursuit of art while taking jewelrymaking. Working with metal is pretty dangerous! o_O (I still don't know how I ended up without a scar despite picking up a dropped ring the teacher had been using a blowtorch on...)

Who knew art was so dangerous? ^_-;