Before my very long hiatus from here, I’d mostly been trying
to keep my blog posts chronologically in line with when the art was made. But with my notably unceremonious return has
come a newfound appreciation of social media’s inherent ability to distort
space and time and lend a kind of poetry to life where there might initially
not have been any. Even throughout my
initial run on the blog I quickly fell months behind what I was posting on My DeviantArt page, which in turn was behind what I had completed on my PC, which in
turn was naturally a couple of weeks behind everything I was sketching. This resulted in multiple increasingly warped
artistic timelines, which, as none of them were truly indicative of my
development, served only to expose the artificiality of representation on the
internet (or just representation in general, I suppose). As such, my selection of what to exhibit from
when is dictated largely by what would make an interesting post rather than
what order the images were made in. This
idea, I think, is quite nicely mirrored by the distance between a finished
piece of work and the time of its conception.
Sometimes you have an idea, induced by fever dreams or phantom trains of
thought, that no matter how nonsensical or seemingly insignificant you feel you
have to see it realised in some concrete form or another. But once you commit to this process of
realisation, the work sometimes becomes increasingly divorced from the feeling
that propelled it to being. You take
multiple breaks – you have a meal, you go see a movie, or you forget about it
for a few weeks – and it eventually takes on a mechanical quality that seems to
linger until completion. Further
compounding this temporal phenomenon is the hypothetical viewer, who
looks over the creation from some indeterminate future in a matter of minutes (or
seconds), hopefully laughs or frowns in all the appropriate places, and
promptly forgets about it. The whole
thing would be absurd if it wasn’t so integral to art in its entirety.
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| Called it "Wild Shift in a Tone...ment". 'Cause puns are never uncalled for. |
Speaking of inconsequential ideas, this was... fan art, I
guess you could call it, of the Ian McEwan (that CANNOT be his real name) novel
Atonement. While I haven’t seen the
movie, I can guess that it would still have this scene in it, or something
similar, so that the reference isn’t completely lost to watched rather than read. Without giving away any spoilers, this
pivotal scene presented the main characters the last opportunity for a little
clarification before everything went to hell (for no real reason, I might add, but that’s
beside the point). One question about a
certain C-word would have solved pretty much all the conflicts in the book and
would have prevented an entire generation’s destinies from being determined by
a little sexual immaturity. Anyway, I
don’t know what possessed me to even do this but I completed the line work in
little over a day, largely in one sitting (again, I have no idea) and I think I
did the colouring/ shading the next week.
From what I can remember, looking at it now, I was eager to try some of
Atsushi Ohkubo’s colouring/shading techniques (it’s pretty much greyscale so I
don’t know what I’d call it but the process functioned largely the same way as
colouring did). I had also finally gotten
round to reading the Soul Eater Manga and I remember that at a certain point (Arachnophobia Arc) the artwork took a huge jump in quality and I guess I couldn’t wait to imitate
some of what I saw.
On the other end of the spectrum (in a number of ways) is
this entry, which I did with a very specific and unambiguous motivation in
mind. It’s not that funny or that
visually impressive, but I think it served its purpose well enough, which was
to voice my opinion on the last Batman film by Nolan. This was my first attempt, I think, at doing a
short comic (with the intention of it being seen by others) and there was a lot
learnt about the amount of forethought that can and ought to go into this sort
of thing. Also, using nibs is HARD.
I had a dream, once. Well I‘ve have many dreams at many different times but this one seemed
particularly well-suited to turn into a comic.
That never happened though as, apart from my laziness and my ADD addled
mind, I discovered that a pretty much identical idea had been much better used
by someone else (damn you, Naoshi Komi).
But I did get around to sketching some of what I dreamt (and I even
wrote two very short chapters about it) and thought it was all interesting
enough (or at least worthwhile from an experiential point of view) to arrange
them in a short sequence and colour them.
I don’t know if I managed to capture the frantic surreality of the dream
but I’m glad that there’s at least some correlation to it from my end.
This was sparked by a combination of my disillusionment with
academia (I think learning is very important and I take it seriously but I
don’t think educational institutions are necessarily representative of that)
and a very strange conversation I had with my nephew. I was getting a bit more experimental with
the whole short comic thing but I don’t think I’d committed to pushing it yet
(i.e. not reflective of my skill but more my attitude towards the intentions of
the thing). Now that I think about it,
it’s actually way more allegorical than I thought ...
Lastly (I mean, there are more comic-related examples but
none carrying the same thematic resonance as these), is the most bizarre
example one here. I probably put the
most effort into this than anything else on here. Like the Atonement comic, it’s probably not
funny enough to justify how long it took, but it does reflect my current
attitude towards the entire concept of short comics (and art in general). Anecdotally, there were so many coincidences
that occurred around this thing that it’s hard to put all into a satisfactory
summary but to put it briefly: I improbably got to know the person featured in
this comic a little better later on, which transformed the entire tone of the
whole thing when later viewed by mutual friends. But they (the real life occurrences
surrounding the creation of the strip), however, are heavily emblematic of the
artificiality and temporal compression found in the act of presentation. Even the comic itself, mostly for the sake of
narrative clarity and ease of execution, rearranges a few elements of the “real
life” events that comprise its subject matter.
My point, if there even is one (beyond a pitiful attempt to
validate my existence), is that reality as constructed through something as
heavily mediated as social media is incredibly flexible. Much in the same way that comic books
function, an entirely synthetic narrative, whether consciously or not, can be
constructed from a few well-placed posts.
The document of artistic development can be rooted a year in the past
(or traverse that amount of time in a day) and a quick reflection on a
surprisingly awesome encounter can become the confession of a secret love after
months of fermentation. It’s all distorted
in some way anyway, so one might as well go for the more interesting option. The presentation thus (yes, thus) serves to
accentuate its own content and we enter a whole level of “meta”. It’s an interesting exercise and I hope
you’ll stick around to see where it goes.
