I owe some wonderful people gifts, I'm starting them but it's slow going.
This is Adella's beautiful childhood kitty that passed away not too long ago. Adella's been so sweet to me through all my recent trials that I really wanted to do something
for her. (Much love hun
) I also was never able to finish a commission for her from 3 years ago because my arm thing started right as I got to it, and that never left my mind. I still can't CG well enough/long enough to do the other one, but I can more easily hold a paintbrush- so here we are! Kitty cats. Basically, the owl and cat paintings I did with my left hand [link]
were literally my "getting back into oil" practice so I could start this gift project. I was going to do it with my left if I couldn't with my right.Download for larger
Oil on canvas, 8x10
1 day's time.
Here's the other version I did to try out a slightly different style of painting:
Important note that I'm not saying for any other reason than to avoid some hopeful assumptions and to field some questions preemptively (and because I haven't written about it in a while) : My arm ISN'T better. It's just not worse. It's being weird.
Basically I don't know how to describe it, but it's not acting like it was after my first surgery and it's not "healed." (I'm a long way away from how well I was doing after this amount of time after my first surgery.) So I haven't been saying anything about it because, well, I don't know what to say. Basically I'm still in after-surgery limbo. I know it's going to be a while longer (4-8 more months) before I probably even know what to say: Maybe 8 more months before I'm even comfortable about guessing which way the cards are going to fall.
I can work slowly, on some days- (and I have to use both hands. My right arm actually feels less natural than my left right now.) So that's what I'm doing. Because I miss art and I might as well practice in my down time. And I need to draw/paint and use it or it will atrophy further and I will become even more reclusive and checked out, but I'm being cautious. Just because I can sort of do some art sometimes, it's not the same as being able to freely do art. Right now at least. I still can't let myself go and get into that zone, my arm won't let me, so it's not really fulfilling to do any art. I don't know quite how to put this, because it's at least something I want to be doing, but I guess it feels like I might as well be filling out paperwork, (but paperwork for a job I like? It feels good, but it's not near the feeling I need. It feels procedural.) I'm just not there if I can't run unchecked. So, no, I'm not really drawing again. I just can't call it that. I can do a drawing now and again, but until I can let myself be free and unaware with it again, it's not the same. It's not where I need to be to be me again. So, that's just where I'm at I guess. It is what it is; I don't think about it much. I learned to busy myself a few months in. (sorry I just dragged everyone into bummer-land with me.) The past 3 years it's been like this. I'm not really depressed, I'm just in a holding pattern. History of Hyrule has helped a lot.
Speaking of that, I know it seems dead, but I'm in the process of editing like 5 things for the translation project, and some wonderful translators and proofreaders are helping; it just takes time for all the back and forth between us and for life stuff. I wanted to get more official art posted to the gallery, but the translation project had to much that needed attention. If you haven't gone to the site, please do: [link]
And check out (and join!!!) the Zelda fanart contest! [link]
(I still have some contest emails to answer, it's what I'm doing after this.)