 Sometimes I wish I studied cartooning along with illustration and graphic design. I would already be used to something like this new style I’m attempting. Maybe then I wouldn’t have such pesky difficulties to struggle over.
But for my early reader, I’m aspiring to a new graphic-novel-y, cartoony style for younger children—different from the odd not-quite-cartoony style used long ago for Boston Magazine and my regular not-quite-realistic children’s illustration styles. Going for a specific level of grunge and bad drawing with over-enthusiastic claws and tiny fangs is chancey stuff. It tends to be a difficult leap from 23 years of educational, trade nonfiction, and magazine illustration work . . . most of which were done on tight schedules . . .. Actually, practically everything . . . except my own illustrations and writing . . . was done on tight schedules . . .. Yep, there it is. I’m illusplaining. Making excuses. In case this doesn’t pan out. But a looser look fits the project. For now, I’m going with a claim of “outsider’s style.” Perhaps it will be new and interesting to those jaded by looking at good cartooning. Got to try, anyway.
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 Last year, five minutes of painting/drawing, using the computer, or writing made my hand go completely numb.
I had to have carpal tunnel surgery. It was simple surgery with a painful recovery—in two ways: 1) Pain-pain. Lots of nerves in a hand. 2) Lots of angst. The whole year before, I’d gradually had to reduce work, until I was only doing small projects with roomy deadlines for existing clients. So by the end of that year, I’d pretty much lost my “hand” (hand-eye coordination) and finally gave in to the idea of surgery. After surgery . . .. Good: Absolutely no numbness. Bad: Absolutely no numbness. Good: Eventually, I could draw and paint again. Bad: Needed lots of practice to get back to my skill level. My mom and I had been going to weekly life drawing sessions. Before the surgery, I would draw five minutes, shake my hand, rest it five minutes, then draw again. After surgery, driving the 16.2 miles each way was the accomplishment. But after a month of physical therapy, I was drawing and painting again, getting used to my “new” weak, shaky and uncoordinated-but-numb-free hand. I’m still going to life drawing. Working in my studio now, too. Getting my “hand” back—both the use of it and hand-eye coordination. I’m working on character designs for a silly new story and just finished a week of writing, rewriting, re-rewriting query letters and a synopsis for a #PitchWars entry. There are countless much worse situations others are dealing with daily, I know. This is just a little plug for the good kind of stubbornness that helps a little with all sorts of trouble. Wishing you plenty of stubbornness, as needed, too, ~Siri |
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