rainbowsquidpunk said: In what way was Guardians sexist?
under the cut for spoilers and probably unpopular opinions
i'm short and i have red hair and i like playing games and i draw things sometimes.
Anonymous said: Hey Sam, I'm trying to find my style in illustration. How did you find yours?
Today I was waiting to cross the street at a corner in Brooklyn. Now, in New York, animals are pretty cozy being near humans and you really need to aggressively invade their space for them to flee in the same way a non-city-dwelling self-preserving animal would. So when I was standing at this street corner and this tiny bird was unflinching, walking near my feet, and then started awkwardly hopping directly in front of a car making a turn, I panicked and jolted after it to herd it away from being crushed. While this definitely angered the driver, I did succeed in getting the little thing onto the sidewalk — however, I quickly noticed that its wing had clearly been extremely banged up.
I don’t particularly like animals, I’ve never owned a pet, and am not a terribly compassionate person, but I do have the bare-minimum feeling of “I don’t like seeing things die” so for the next 10 minutes I chased and scooped this little fucking bird around trying to keep it on the sidewalk because it kept hobbling back into the middle of the street. At one point my scoop-throw resulted in it getting solid hang time and seemingly soaring off, only for it to quickly arc back towards me in a boomerang fashion and hop back into traffic. I looked like an absolute idiot, I’m sure that I got all kinds of weird bird diseases in the process, but I was so frustrated by this bird’s poor decision making that for those 10 minutes, I kept with it. It hopped to its near death, I scurried after it and scooped it back onto the sidewalk. Hopped again, scurried, scooped, saved, then back again. It was like helping every friend anyone has ever had who makes terrible choices and then continues to make them. Eventually though, my patience wore thin and I wasn’t about to take it home, nurse it back to health with a tiny yet adorable wing bandage, and become emotionally invested in its well-being only for it to one day fly away. So I walked away. Most people did just that from the get go, others stood and watched, some would make awkward little half-steps to try to help too, and after I left, maybe someone far better took on the potential heartbreak and made a micro-wing-splint out of toothpicks and tissue paper, then lovingly named it Pidgeotto … but I was presented with a situation and I handled it in the way that felt natural to me. It was exactly what I would do. There were a million other things to do instead that could’ve been more helpful, more interesting, more evil, more apathetic, and everything in between — but this particular set of actions was mine — the most natural thing I could do.
I tell you this dumb little story as a response to your very explicitly artsy question, because a) deal with it and 2) style just isn’t formed through a plan. It’s not a set of rules and guidelines that you follow and check off as you create a painting. If I need to lay down a brushstroke, I’m not thinking how I should do that, the length, the pressure, the speed, the color, the variation, the texture — I’m just laying a line down in the way that feels most natural to me in that moment. I can gather a thousand images that other people have made and say “I like these colors or this lighting or this line work or this composition or this whatever” and I do, but at the end of the day, I can only like those styles passively because when pen meets paper (so to speak), my personality and affinity for doing things in my own way will always beat out what’s right, wrong, better, worse, trendier, sexier, uglier, or different. We CAN follow guidelines to make our work look like other work or to do what seems like the most obvious choice when confronted with an injured bird with very poor self-preservation skills, but I found my style through dumb little situations like these where I wasn’t following a bible of moral or artistic codes, just by doing exactly what I would do. Not my fantasy version of myself who can paint exactly like Caravaggio and heroically slow-motion dived to save an innocent bird from an Escalade driven by Hitler while Natalie Dormer watched, but the one who paints like I do and bumbles around swearing at a bird to not get itself killed for 10 minutes and then giving up because there was a clear language barrier between us and I wasn’t prepared for a long-term commitment with pidgeotto.
I don’t reblog often, but I thought this was the most amazing response to finding your “style” in art.
DID YOU GUYS KNOW THERE IS A BIKER GANG CALLED RESCUE INK THAT BREAKS UP DOGFIGHTING RINGS, CONFRONTS ANIMAL ABUSERS, CONFISCATES NEGLECTED ANIMALS AND INVESTIGATES STOLEN ANIMALS
YOU CAN READ MORE ABOUT THIS BADASSERY HERE
the ultimate in badassery is fighting for kittens.
Anonymous said: Can I ask a personal question? How do you overcome or did you ever have to overcome self-doubt? And how did you settle on /one/ idea for a comic? I know they seem a little unrelated, but I always have more than one idea I think would be fun for a comic but then I get stopped by this overwhelming sense of 'well what if nobody ELSE likes that idea?' I guess I'm just scared and maybe a kick in the ass will help me. Thanks for reading this! I both envy and admire you a lot haha
I think that everyone suffers from self-doubt sometimes. For a variety of reasons I won’t get into here, I was a frozen mess of absolutely crippling fear for about four years, and I didn’t begin to thaw until the spring of 2012, to continue the metaphor.
Every person’s experience is different and I can’t tell anyone how to carve their own path. However, I can say that my personal fear, depression, self-loathing, and lack of direction came from an inability to move forward, and not the other way around. As soon as I began putting one foot in front of the other, my life began to improve drastically.
Which ties into the answer to your other question, which is: just pick one and run with it. Who cares what other people think? It’s your story, it should be something YOU care about more than anything. Allow yourself to be self-indulgent. You’ve worked hard to be able to even consider creating a comic, I imagine- don’t waste that effort trying to pander to any audience.
(That said, I very rarely experience fear any more, and if I do it’s a reasonably small amount that I can easily shove aside.)
Another point on being selfish with your stories: putting the same amount of love and passion into making something as you want your viewers to feel reading your something will more than likely bring you closer to positive reception, so if that means being selfish about your favorite idea ever then go for it i’d say.
i’m also someone who wants to get into comics too and has gone through that frustrating fear like so many others. i kept thinking that i should try and come up with some other idea to get me going, for practice, before i started my ‘big’ exciting idea. but then i just keep not doing anything. and wanting to be a part of all this awesomeness, but what do i have to show for it. i’m at the point where i’m going ‘who cares about what others think at this point, if i love my idea and know what i want it to be than my taste and my passion will make it so’.