Sunrise under the fog, which looked quite spectacular.
I’m still drawing the gaborovna100 illustrations, you thought I dropped it right? Nah, they are being drawn, on Instagram I upload them occasionally, I have two more, a done and a half done, but I want to redraw them. Digitally. (But yes, other than that I’m terribly late, so I guess I’m just opening this whole thing up to … whenever I manage to finish 100.)
I have been into digital lately. Actually I have spent my last 3-4 weekends practicing digital. At a certain point I asked for some help with it, from Taryn, she became lately quite my favourite, I refresh her feed once a day hoping she has something new. She helped me a little, little but it went a long way, now I’m happy with where my digital is heading. She also suggested me to download Kyle Webster’s brushes. It costs money, but it’s so little it’s basically for free, and they are the best thing which happened to my illustration life for a year. I love these brushes, I use the gouache set. Taryn uses this too. : )
Basically I’m learning to be simple, but not too simple. It’s hard. I’m used to realism, or at least rough impatient sketches, or graphic minimalism for design, but spending 5-7-10 hours on illustrating something LOOKING SIMPLE yet good and full of details for understanding and feel, well that’s a challenge. I was trying that with my coloured pencil girls, but they were slightly stuck in the middle. I’m still stuck in the middle, but I’m trying. Trying and learning.
Taryn decided to make a Harry Potter illustration event for his birthday. It’s in the last week of July. She already released the topics for each day, and we are all working hard beforehand to have them ready by that time. I have been drawing them. One. One and a quarter. So I will have full 8 HP fanarts, which I will shamelessly include in my 100 for July.
And it kind of gave me a kick I was waiting for yeeeaaars. I wanted to reread the books for sooo long, soooo long. But I couldn’t get myself to, because I can’t reread books. It takes me a will and love to rewatch movies too, but I absolutely can’t reread the same story twice, no love, no will helps on that. But this event gave me that kick I was waiting for. It just sparked that HP mood in me, you all know what I’m talking about, that cozy witchy feel. And I felt that witch standing up in me, she came 15 years ago, and went for a terribly long sleep about 10 years ago. I don’t know, guys happened, nightclubs happened, kdrama and kpop happened, then Twilight happened (yes), she just disappeared all embarassed of me. I had my walls in my teenage room covered in all HP. I was fangirling over the books in the beginning, but then the movies started to come out, I was gathering all the articles from Day 0, all of the articles and images and posters were all over my walls. THEY WERE ORGANISED BY WALLS!! One wall for the first movie, second wall for the second movie, then LOTR started to happen and another one and I didn’t have enough walls to organise my second and third life, though I was lucky because I had structure supporting walls in that room too, so I had about 6 additional walls. Anyway, it was around the end that I went away, and when I came back the interior designer just took them all off, threw them out (like didn’t even collect them, just threw out, that made me go really mad, years of work and collection lost like that!!), and painted my walls (pink) (and that was my mum’s idea) (she said I look too gloomy sometimes this will help me to see the world in pink around me) (and to be very honest I think it did help, but it’s a really brave move to do that with a teenager’s bedroom).
But she is back, this little witch, I even drew her. She is below.
I have started rereading the books, and I was wrong all this time, they are actually just the same enjoyable for the second time. Of course it’s been 15 years, but still, and this is the first time I read them in English, I couldn’t speak English yet, and later I couldn’t change to reading the last ones in English, because we have different names in Hungarian for the characters and charms and spells and animals and plants and for everything, even Hogwarts has a different name and it was really anoying me, so I just kep reading them in Hungarian. I might or might not cried through the first 3 chapters, because of all the emotions. Tell the 11 year old me that she will reread these books at 26, on her computer, on iBook, in English, in NZ, as a designer, she would histerically laugh on you. And get really anxious. And what’s 26 anyway.