COLORING BOOK IS PUBLISHED!!
Its is done. It is published. World, I hope you enjoy it. Color, create! I am on to the next growing horizon of projects, so that Arty can have much more to share.
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Here are the coloring book characters:
uTales has officially launched!
uTales, a place to enjoy quality picture books anywhere and anytime on your iPad, iPhone or laptop is here! Not only is it creative content for all ages, direct from artists and storytellers, uTalers are building schools in developing countries by supporting Pencils of Promise with part or all of our earnings! Just $2 equals a week of education for a child in need.
Sign up for a 15 day free trial, or go get the free app!!
My work isn't ready yet, but you will know when it is because I will announce my participation with uTales app proudly, and then you will be able to read all about Swoop and Chitter and their adventures in the DANGER ZONE! My story is targeting ages 4-6, but I am hoping its charm will win over as many ages as possible.
October of Wishes and Hard Work
It has been a few weeks too long since the last post, and you are due for an update which I am happy to give.
AVAST! I have moved! Yes. That behemoth of boxes, lost brushes, and stressed out cats has been tamed into piles of precious things in desperate need of sorting so they can be found. The studio had to be gutted, boxed, moved, and is still being unpacked. For a while I felt like a sailor with no boat. I hope that metaphor implied feelings of a goal without a beloved vessel to achieve that goal. But finally there is a chair to sit on, a desk to draw on, and drawers with art making implements. Upon finishing moving in, new photos will be uploaded so that you can see the new setup.
LIMITED EDITION PRINTS! Sam at GicleeLA has been a saint. For the sake of art, he has gone out of his way to meet me after hours in parking lots around Los Angeles and weekend meetups so that it can be finally said: the limited edition prints for "Birth Of Density" have been ordered. The first batch of 24, which are part of the Sleepless package, will be available first. They are ordered and printing! A special thanks to Sam, his great attitude, and his patience with an artist who also has a full-time job
I am so please to be able to say I have my first Artist's Proof.
MORE SKETCHES? My sketches will be few and far between....but hopefully I will be updating my blog with pieces of a story I'm creating for...
UTALES! I hope to finish in-time to be part of uTales and their initial launch into the world. It will be my first book created directly for a tablet. The story, called "The Flight Of Swoop And Chitter : Danger Zone!" is already written and laid out, and hopefully I will manage to keep my watercolors simple but still interesting so as to finish it soon. I consider this a test flight into uTales, my new characters, and this small story. If there is enough interest I might do more.
COLORING BOOK? Haha, YES! The coloring book is STILL HAPPENING! And here you are, a link to the timeline of registering a trademark. Oh the joy. Hopefully I will be of sound mind enough to update this blog when a large step goes through, so that anyone reading may be inspired to start their own brand as well!
Hey, Krisztianna..what happened to Panda's Perfect Pocket? The vision for that particular story has specific, rich imagery. I have decided to put that story aside until there is time to finish it to the quality desired. It was a frustrating conclusion...but art is few things if not frustrating.
WISHES! Comicon 2012, I hope that you will accept my application to be part of the Small Press booth, or maybe in some weird magical-warp longshot: Artist's Alley. November 2011 seems to be the bearer of the news of who got in, and who didn't. Request and samples have been sent. Here's to wishing. I will share the news either way.
A merry Wednesday to you all
Having a vagina and watching the world
Its Friday. Happy friday.
And now, I present to you a tirade. I have these occasionally, usually something small that I have blown out of proportion due to my strength/fault on focusing on small details...or when I'm not wearing enough grey. The word "vagina".
Just say it, then get over it. Hopefully now you are ok with the title of the post. If not, say the word vagina few more times, because bleeping it out of television conversations or having someone on the radio ask if its ok to say only helps girls wonder if it IS actually is a shameful thing. Now follows a short inner dialog as an example of how it could affect someone's thoughts: "Wow, they can't even use the most PH balanced term to describe something I have....There must be something wrong with it..."
Vagina is a clinical term, like uterus, penis, humorous, tibia. It is generic enough, and also a word to communicate a specific part of the body. When you say the word vagina, do not fear it. Just say it. Once you get over it, you can start flowering up your language. Oh, you don't have any other words that aren't BAD words, or make you feel dirty, slimy, gross, or an object? Ok, I can help with a list of words that I personally find endearing in casual conversation. If you are wondering "Why are you even talking about vaginas?" My response is, "My Dear Reader, its like talking about anything else. Most women have one, and there are those who wish they had one. When something isn't shameful, it comes up in conversation, and then leaves the conversation, like the weather. Depending on how interested someone is in meteorology, it can get more detailed, but it usually doesn't in polite company":
My:
Lady
Lady Bits
Tenders
Snatch
Cha-Cha
Vaj
Vajajay
Have a good Friday.
To have have a great Friday, get someone to say VAGINA.
To have Friday that will BLOW YOUR MIND, shout the word vagina in the street, and see how many people blush. Its almost shameful. Use responsibly. Remember, if you over-do this, even I will go to the other side of the street.
An Open Letter to Claire Hummel
Going with my theme of Artists That Inspire Me, I have stumbled upon an amazing talent named Claire Hummel. Here is her site.
And here is my letter to her:
Dearest Claire,
I look at your art and I am torn apart with rage. Your line-work is so perfect, so smooth, so defiantly natural that I go into an absolute fury inside. Its a quiet fury, the kind where an on-looker might think I have indigestion, but within me is a raging apocalypse of anger at myself and my constant attempts to do what I see you doing, and my utter failure at it. Despite how negative this sounds, looking at your work is surprisingly constructive as I am filled with zealous inspiration. I am so sad I missed you at this last Comicon. I am also sad I had not known your work until today. But I am über glad I can purchase work from you!
Ohhhh and the FASHION and style you bring to your characters! So beautiful. Your work has a humor in its line quality, which softens the technical perfection and makes it look so TERRIBLY natural. You have another fan. I hope you will be at the next San Diego Comicon, 2012, because I will find you and have you sign a print!
Without indigestion,
Krisztianna
There's Something About Her by *shoomlah on deviantART
Why A Good Pair Of Pajamas Is Paramount To Productivity
Some people sleep in the nude, some people are satisfied with boxers, or a t-shirt, or a nightgown with that flannel floral print that is neither distinguishable or distinguished. Honestly, I still need to figure out whats best for my sleeping patterns. But forget sleeping. A pair of pajamas is more important...wait for it....for painting. Yes. Painting in pajamas. But why? OH THE HORROR! Images of paisley, flannel, and wretched puppies held in place with poop brown plastic buttons might come to mind. But no. Fear not. Pajama Power exists, like a rare orchid whose magic works for those willing to search. For some, rainbows and ponies are enough as well as itchy fabrics that neither bend to your knees fidgeting whims or to a socially acceptable appearance. Those pajamas are not for me. My Painting Pajamas are not for hiding under covers, in the dark, like a dark secret of frumpy failures. I have my own frumpy sleeping items for cold nights. No. Painting Pajamas have the power to be worn inside, outside, curled up on a couch, stretching, rolling up sleeves, keeping me warm as I sit stagnant in one position, cross-legged on a Pilates ball with 2 cats fighting for a spot on my lap. They are simple, cozy, and dare I say flattering enough so that I am not ashamed to be seen picking up that paintbrush last minute at the art store. It can be a special sweater, yoga pants, anything that once I paint to where I am too tired, I can go to bed comfortably - hence the term Pajama. If you are like me, then one day, you will own a doppelganger of these:
So, to bring it to a close....my Painting Pajamas lie still and cold, which also means I have not had time to paint. Which also means, I am sorry for not having anything to post this week, as I try to wrangle the wilds of my life back under a saddle. Until sooner than later, ciao. A Sudden Memory
You know it well: that smell that reminds you of that one thing, that specific thing. For me it was drinking my coffee with butter cookies, the air wet from rain. The memory started with a faraway flutter, and now its edges are clear and shimmering. The morning kitchen of my grandmother, Helen. Warm. The sound of the gas stove click clicking to light. My Grandmother's shuffly fussing. Bright patterns of her house-dress float in the space around me. I smell steaming coffee with butter on toast for my grandfather. Sweetbread sits on a white plate. Its my plate, the one she gives me for breakfast every time I visit. It has small, hand painted, yellow flowers along its edge. Its special because the porcelain is older than I am. I find that odd. She chides me, corrects me, grills me about school. Her hands are sharp. Her fingers hurt. She grips me to sit up straight. I hate her for my mother, but I love her for myself. I love her methodical life, for the immense care that fills the silence between her words, and for the promise of sweet bread and a sip of coffee on that rainy day.








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