Thursday, April 11, 2013

6: Faith and 9: Heaven and Earth















































Wound up using this song: http://a-single-thread.tumblr.com/post/47673963820/oh-small-fragment-of-hope-left-behind-in-this-hand

Doing this picture and Colette and Tales of Symphonia to respond to this prompt just...felt so right. The themes of faith, hope, and love in this game are absolutely stellar and heartbreaking, and while they're simpler than in other Tales titles that followed, they're also more clear, and penetrate the characters and the plot in ways that are easier to recognize and appreciate, as its less clouded by obscurity or half-heartedness.

This game is really beautiful, because it keeps capturing true tragedy and true goodness in its story and characters over and over and over.

I couldn't have even tried to chose a better story to grow up with.












































I have more mixed feelings on this one, but both were largely experimental, so I don't mind really.

For some reason, when it comes to the very concepts of the meeting of Heaven and Earth in the material but-very-pretty-and-feels-mystic-to-me sense, I keep leaning towards Asian-ish styles. Not sure why, though I'm sure it has to do with the music prompt for this.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Legend of Zelda: Deluge December part 5



    “What are you doing in these woods?” The giant tree’s voice came out low, deep, and earthy, reminding Link of sound of an old man telling an ancient tale, of the hard sound of boulders scraping and dislodging, and of a great bear’s throaty growl.

    None of the researchers found a voice to answer: Gutoh was staring, mouthing silent words, his face alight but frozen; Roe had shrunk behind the former but too held a distinct expression of astonishment, his wide eyes scrolling over the giant, talking yew; Faron, in front of the other two, dumbly plucked at his long salt and pepper beard, not even blinking, his lips pursed together. Vinn, their guard, stood behind them all, his hand on his sword’s hilt, his face pale.

    Link noticed the frown lines on the tree’s face grow deeper in the silence. After quickly glancing at the others to see them still dumbfounded, he spoke up, “These men were traveling to research the woods. I…I was looking for someone.”

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Sherlene Holmes: Comic

Though, I guess this is really only funny if you've seen that one episode of Batman: The Animated Series. C'est la vie.

On a side note, yay for St. Joseph's Day!

Sunday, March 17, 2013

4. Affection and Insecurity


The fourth one in the series.

Did this while thinking of all the songs linked here: http://mahira-chan.deviantart.com/art/4-Affection-and-Insecurity-360068334

And as I mentioned there, I never thought of the song "I'm Just Your Problem" as related to romantic feelings---if you think that girls can't have extremely emotional, extremely stressful and bitter breakups with their platonic friends, then you've never been in that situation yourself.

We're girls. Especially in teenage years (which Marceline is in), we get overemotional over things, especially when it means losing a relationship of ANY SORT with someone who is very dear to us, and it can leave painful and strongly emotional residue for a very long time.

And denying this means shoving around people and characters into labels to suit certain stereotypes, which is hardly open-minded.

I know this isn't the best thing I've done by a long shot, but I was very happy to get the chance to draw Marceline. I wanted to draw her more feminine and classy and wearing a dress because she has appeared in these sorts of fashions in the show, and that tends to get overlooked since she's not as stereotypically feminine as some other characters, but she's hardly mannish in her tastes...opposite of how the culturally and ethically homogenous population of tumblr represents her.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

3. Ongoing





































With the song identified here: http://lifetruthandart.blogspot.com/2013/03/that-art-series.html

This song is one of my favorites from Skyward Sword, and it was perfect inspiration for this prompt. I did this thinking of the Link and Zelda from my comic series I plan to do, but later on, when I actually go about writing their story. She's going to send him on a quest to what's basically hell; what he's going there for I haven't decided yet, but it's an extremely important point in this story, starting off a chain of events that are pivotal for Link's character.


I did the first draft for the next chapter by the way, so it should be coming along soon.

Everything's been strangely blue lately, but c'est la vie. Spring break ending blues!

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Limpidly Flow

Please view it fully, which unfortunately will mean using the right-click then View, as this is too wide for the blog format.

Did this based off of Baten Kaitos music and scenery, the Boggly Woods in Paper Mario: Thousand Year Door, an artist I knew who used real lace in art, and the concept of a spiritual bouquet.


When I woke up two mornings ago with this song in my head note for note, I just knew I had to do something.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Legend of Zelda: Deluge December part 4

    In the light of the four blazing fires that illuminated the small clearing and cast grim flickering lights on the cliff and tall trees surrounding, Link, the researchers and their only remaining guard, Vinn, began to sort the luggage that had been hastily dumped in the middle of the fires. Link found his sword and pack there, which had been quickly, poorly tied back together with the leather thongs. Untying them and unfolding the blankets and digging amongst his belongings, he found everything was still there—save two things.

    “Where are they?” He looked up at Gutoh, the researcher who was closest, who opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The man’s face was stricken as he just shook his head quickly. He looked at the other researcher, Roe, who did not even respond, his face still colorless, his eyes wide.Link turned his gaze towards Vinn, who was pulling his own pack up onto his shoulders. The guard noticed him and half-heartedly shrugged.

    “He—took a few things.” He jerked his head towards the bloody, strewn corpse of the other guard, Narif, who was left at the edge of the clearing. “Get them yourself.”