#thinking process

[w-i-m-m]

[isaarne]

Art process for a big art piece

Probably just part 1

Idk but I felt like sharing because this illustration is potentially going to take some time to do. So I've made a long post about it, be ready: I wanted to do something casual/everyday life for Lockwood and co. I could have chosen the kitchen but I really like the living room with all of its exotic finds and books. There is books everywhere in the house but there is potentially books there too and it's the "cleanest" part of the house, even though, we all know it's not exactly clean.

Finding ideas

First I made tons of little sketches to see what I really wanted to draw, as you can see, other scenes where considered but I wanted something showing the overall mood of the story, so it had to be inside the house. I also made character sketches you can find here to have a better idea of what I wanted for the characters.

Moodboards

I made two very small moodboards, mostly to capture the ethnic masks and finds Lockwood's parents might have brought back. I've found a very interesting ancient jar that fits how I envision it in the book and some things here and there: here I like the sofa, here the table's feet, here the mood.

3D model

I anticipated it to be a very complicated room to draw, so much things here and there to be drawn, I could have done a simple perspective on Clip studio like I usually do. But I needed to move around to find the right angle for my illustration. This was very useful. At the same time it was a great training for a future comic project I have. So it's great! Everyone wins!

Sketching the illustration

Now that everything is in place I've added the characters and I am adding details slowly. I need the room to be filled with a happy book mess so it'll take a while. Plus the characters will certainly need some touch up. Everything will be revealed in due time. Thanks for reading that far, waw, such dedication <3

[loveyourlovelysoul]

good vs bad - thinking process

I have just found a video about one of the things I used to wonder about the most: why, even after we are having a great day or a great period filled with good emotions and experiences, if one single bad things happen, we give it much more importance than all the rest.

It seems that the reason is stored in our past bad experiences, and in the fact that our mind and body have to store and react to any bad/stressful/fearing thing that happens to us so that we can know immediatley what to do if that happens again: think about animals and being followed by predators... that's basically our survival mode.

The fact is that we cannot live all our life in survival mode, it's just unhealthy (an animal living in constant fear of their predator would never make it through the day, it'd be mentally impossible: you focus on that fact alone and lose sight of all the rest, eating included). We need to let go of fears. Losen the grip we hold onto them: they aren't confirmations of anything, cause we have no real clue of how things can turn out. We need to let go of the need to control stuff and their outcome by always searching for confirmations we're not going to go in a bad direction, cause we don't know yet. We need to stop focusing on the bad and how it affects us, but treat it as we do with the good: just live through it. It's part of life as everything else. Let's rebalance our perception of it. It's not the end of the world: everything is temporary, so more often than not, even the bad is.

Isn't just better to focus on what could go well instead of what could go wrong, whenever we need to think about an outcome for some situation? Let's try to keep a positive outlook and disconnect from the stress as much as we can, as often as we can: I do believe being positive can attract much more positivity in our life and much better life experiences. What do we have to lose by trying this? Our body and mind will thank us, and we may even be more relaxed, able to enjoy our life and function better through it.

[exploringcidem]

it’s *that* time of summer again. the time when my birthday passes, then it’s august, and fair week, and then the summer is over. it’s back to hoodie season & hockey season, and summer is a distant memory buried in the snow. the things i’m feeling in these moments are long gone and will stay in hibernation until this time next year. i’m trying to feel more openly, be more honest with myself, and truly heal. so i’ve been taking the time to feel these feelings this year. rather than passing them off as the norm like i always have. and i always seem to come back to the fair. that’s the big end of summer thing for me. my summer just isn’t over without it. but its more than that. for that week, it’s almost like i’m living a different life. like the me that is there during the fair is less broken. maybe because that place has been there and been home since before the trauma. but something i saw recently made me instantly think of little me at the fair. “you’re allowed to grieve the child you could have been.” i thought of the years where my dad and i would ride the ferris wheel together at the end of the fair. it was the one ride he’d do with me, because he was on the fairboard and had to help put the fair on all week. but he made that one ride with me every year. then they divorced and my fair had to end early and it had to stop. there were years after that, that i would cry. the entire ride back home to my moms. because i missed that ride with my dad. and back then, that was all i really saw him that week. he was so busy and i just wasn’t old enough to help, nor did i want to at that age. i wanted to enjoy the fun of the fair not help them put it on. but now, i’m less than a week away from 26. i’ve been to the fair for about 22-23 of the 25 in my lifetime. the only ones i think i missed were while i was in the military. so i’ve been going to them and missing that ride with my dad for probably 15-ish years. i miss it every year. but it hasn’t hurt like it used to. right now it feels fresh, and i think i’m going to ask him to ride it with me this year. he may say no, that i’m 26 and can ride alone, but i don’t think he will. i think he grieves the daughter he could have had, the way i grieve the child i could have been if i had stayed with him. he’s still on the fairboard, and i’ve been helping my dad, every day of the fair, for the last few years… there may not be many prominent memories that came out of those days together, but the ones that did are some of the most childhood trauma healing moments looking back on them… fixing the track lights with my dad so they didn’t have to cancel the races. stands full cause they didn’t realize it until it was go time, and i’m just running back and forth to get what he needs and it’s a peek of what could have been working in the shop with my dad growing up. something that heavily weighs on me, and it will always be a regret that i didn’t take advantage of what he has to teach sooner… my anxiety kicking my ass all day on concert day because there were so many people and it was over the entire population of my hometown crowded into the small fairgrounds of my hometown. i wasn’t handling it well but i kept pushing because they needed the help at the beer garden and everywhere else. i was constantly running. after the concert was over, i ran out to the track where the stage was to find my dad. he took one look at me, stopped what he was doing and pulled me in for a hug. and just stood there while i relaxed. he told me i could go home, or to the office to get away if i needed. he’s always been more accepting and supportive of mental health, but hearing that after years of hiding and denying my anxiety, was everything.

[doccywhomst]

[wolfythewitch]

i have so much rage in me one day i think i will explode. i dont think i know how to forgive as much as i know how to forget

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[perpetualcontrolleddrowning]

Something something the way that Crowley introduced himself to Aziraphale the first time they met in the garden and reacted as if they had never met before. Something about him later behaving as if he did actually have those memories of their time in Heaven together and trying to pass it off as being someone different now. Something about Heaven's way of punishing angels that go against the plan by erasing their memories. Something about Crowley seeing Gabriel without his memory and saying "ask him properly." Something about "remember it now" "it hurts, to remember. my head isn't built for that" "I know. Do it anyway"

Something about "I know. Looking at where the furniture isn't"

Something about I know

[zarpasuave]

🏮✨Xianyun giving her daughters pretty dresses so they can flex those muscles das right.

Based on this🤭:

[lisafahrenheit]

been thinkin about how my ethics professor back in undergrad was like.

look. there’s no such thing as perfect altruism. you’ll always get something out of helping or being kind to others, whether it’s a stronger relationship or returned kindness or just the feeling of having done good. there’s nothing inherently bad about getting something from doing good either, especially since it’s completely unavoidable. people being rewarded for putting love into the world doesn’t make the world a worse place. so just do as much good as you can and don’t worry about being “selfless” while doing it, because being truly selfless is in fact impossible.

and like man did that take the pressure off of Being A Good Person!! you’re allowed to enjoy helping people! you’re allowed to be kind without worrying that you’re maybe secretly just doing it for yourself!! it’s okay if you are doing it for yourself because you’re still being kind to others!!!!!

[w-i-m-m]

[memoriae-lectoris]

We tend to react first (from our gator brain), develop an emotional response second (with our mammalian brain), and think last (with our human brain). Even when we finally do get around to thinking, the primary response of our human brain is often not a rational processing of information but a rationalization of our first two responses.

Here’s how it works. Imagine you are in a supermarket. You’ve picked up a few last-minute items on your way home from work. Since you’ve picked up eight items or fewer, you move to the express checkout line. You glance at the basket of the person ahead of you and without having made aconscious decision to do so, you start counting the number of items in it. We’ve all done it. That’s gator brain, that instinctive, reactive response to a potential threat— in this case to your ego rather than to your body— different only in degree from the intruder in the gator’s swamp. 

Now your mammalian or emotional brain takes over. If the shopper in front of you has more than eight items, you may get angry. You feel that you’ve been infringed on. You feel that your personal space, your psychic territory, has been invaded. The feeling comes before the rational thought. A moment later your cortical, human brain kicks in and labels both the person and your emotional response. He or she is thoughtless, obnoxious, presumptuous, arrogant. No wonder you’re angry, having had to suffer such an inconvenience! 

We experience this sequence of brain processes— from gator to mammalian to human— all the time.

Not because we’re weak or foolish or stupid but simply because the neural fibers that connect the different parts of the brain are of different lengths. When our senses pick up an electromechanical stimulus, whether light or sound or touch, a signal goes first to the stem. Then, a fraction of a second later, traveling a slightly longer pathway, it arrives at the limbic brain, and a fraction of a second after that it reaches the cortical regions. That’s why in emergency situations we are able to react without thinking— and without feeling.

[aitadjcrazytimes]

[time-slink]

obsession

[zosanbrainrot]

first part of my WCI Zoro AU comic!

sorry Sanji not only am I late for your birthday but also all you get is pain shdjjd

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I really wanna draw a happy birthdayboy Sanji all smiley and wobbly 💗💗💗 but cant sketch anything new rn and cleaning the comic is much easier, no thoughts, head empty

Anyway, ramble time

I don't have much experience with making comics, the żabka AU one being the one I roughed out first, but it was much less complicated. I dont recall making a serious comic effort before that... I now have a newfound admiration for drawing fight scenes, found it extremely hard lmao Generally I keep second guessing myself, always thinking I should have added more panels to make what's happening more clear, not sure if the flow of it is right. Even though I already moved onto cleaning I still keep making changes to the sketched out panels that were supposed to be final lol I also second guess the plot I'd planned, maybe I didn't think this characterization through enough? What if people dislike it?

But! If I keep tweaking and overthinking it I'll end up never posting it and I don't want that. And if I focus on other people's judgement I won't find joy in making art and I don't want that either.

So here's to sharing art! Regardless of mistakes and doubts 💗

[beybuniki]

3rd ko-fi request: deku and bakugo having some fun after the war :-) i think they should be hospital roommates and i think they should cling to each other for a while 🤠👍 which is why deku rests more on bakugo's bed than his own ummm nurse!!!!