Can I ask you where have you found inspiration for your art? For example I've noticed you have a very specific (and beautiful) way you draw jewelry and clothing. The shapes are very organic yet grounded at the same time, give a bit of a Nausicaä vibes, as well as art noveau meets iron age.
Honestly I could go on and on about the beautiful details of your art but I don't want to seem too fangirlish :D
Ohhh thank you I love those comparisons 🧡 Because I didn't even know those are the vibes I was going for but yeah that's great actually... This is like when one of you made a playlist inspired by my art... (I still have that saved btw! 🧡 And I still cannot believe!!). Here's a little Rhiam drawing with some jewelry she doesn't (yet) have in canon (earrings she does have but she cannot use them yet)
But what are my inspirations hmmmmmmm many! Idk even what all I have inhaled into my art but I try to list something (this got long so rest under cut):
Nature 🌿 I love both mundane (sparrows, plants growing from asphalt cracks, moss covered street signs... the little details) and grand formations that fill me with awe. There's something about things so vast that take my breath away. Like oceans, mountains, high cliffs, endless tundra, wind so strong you could lean against it, ancient stone that has been scraped visible by massive sheets of ice thousands of years ago. (But I'm guilty of not being that impressed by conventional beauty of average gardens. Aren't people tired of only finding planted blooming flowers beautiful!). Most often I'm drawing inspiration from nature familiar to me, that being Nordic/Scandinavian ones.
I already said nature but birds deserve a special mention! Agh I just love those funky little animals 🦅
Stories! I love making stories, I think they help me grasp and go over my thoughts. I love pouring myself into my characters, it makes them feel both personal but also makes it easier to talk about myself to my fellow storytellers. I'd love to do a long graphic novel or write a book one day, but I also love making ttrpg stories just for and with our little group 🧡 For a long time I felt kinda bad that I wasn't doing "real art" that wasn't just illustrations of my characters. But then I realised doing art for arts sake doesn't really inspire me. I don't want to do art that I'd think would be easily consumable nor do I have any great performance to create with my art. I just love to illustrate stories and tell stories through my art and I think that's great! I still love seeing and experiencing artworks that aren't this illustrative, I just don't have the motivation to do that myself. But I can get really excited of works like Emma Jääskeläinen's granite sculptures!
Other artists! There are two categories I think: 1) those whose work I've seen (usually irl) and whose technique or themes or symbolism facinates me. I usually don't want to create similar art, or replicate their style, or medium even. But there's something about them, a feeling of awe or they feel formidable. Or there's something clever about them that lets me have this sense of epiphany. For example, Jääskeläinen who I already mentioned, Marcel Dzama, Merja Palin, Helena Vaari, Marika Mäkelä, to name a few I've seen lately-ish. And then 2) there are artists whose stories and/or style inspires me and influences my art. One of the biggest inspirations to my softer line art style was and is @albabbgg. @serpentface has some really cool worldbuilding and designs, I think they were also a great influence to how I draw bodies these days. @wiltkingart has also very cool shapes and genders in his paintings. @sanctus-ingenium 's stories and art have been a huge inspiration lately. And to list a few others now that I started: @pangur-and-grim/@greer-art, @beidak-art, @elemei, @emilylorange, @pansylair, @cy-lindric, @psrj, @lokorum
And many others I'm probably forgetting now! I also have a side blog @sancta-cessatrix where I occasionally reblog cool art, check tags #art #inspiration
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c'est lâche, mon grand, on te dira c'est l'âge (self-para) (sort of)
tl;dr: therapy is now in session for your favorite (???) rich boy (said no one, ever) and succession-character-wannabe, walmart roy! and the diagnostic is absolutely scandalous !!! (not really) (this is just a lil funny thing as a follow-up to the rave and a pre-summer self-para) - this was on my drafts for waaaay too long and i just forgot to post it
ic date: the week after the rave, before the commencement gala.
tw: brief mention of drug use, anxiety
disclaimer: i wanted this thread to be more dialogue-centric, not a full-on para, so that's why there's very little about eddie's or dr. reichmann's thought processes here.
(...)
“It's been a while...” Dr. Helena Reichmann, Ph.D. asks as she sips on her chamomile tea.
He nods.
“You seem anxious.”
“No. I'm all right.” He immediately stops fidgeting his feet.
"You texted me at 6AM on a Sunday morning saying you needed to talk. Want to start with that?"
He remains silent for a moment.
"I thought I had done something very... Um, messed up. But I was wrong."
She says nothing. He understands, she wants him to explain.
"It's nothing really. Don't worry." His voice trembles a bit. Her brows crease. "I was on drugs."
“You mean marijuana?” She knows he is prone to using weed occasionally. But that is not what he means.
"No."
"You used heavy drugs?" The disbelief in her tone is almost funny.
“I went to a rave. I took molly for the first time.” A smoke screen.
"So you were under the influence and you thought you had done something messed up?" She mirrors his tone.
He just nods. She takes notes.
“And how did that feel? The molly.”
“I don’t know.” He lies again, not so well this time. She writes it down.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“I did.”
“Do you want to do it again?”
“I’m not sure.”
She takes note.
“Let's get back to that, though. What was it you thought you had done?”
“Nothing, really. I just thought I had told someone something that I shouldn't.” He starts fidgeting again. She writes it down.
He cannot tell her about G. Too much at stake. Things even she doesn’t know.
"Well, I'm having a hard time believing you. You are clearly anxious about it..."
“Don’t you have some meditation technique that I can use, then?”
“No. And even if I did, we both know that kind of thing doesn't work for you.”
“Well, I don’t know, doesn't matter." She doesn't buy what he is selling. "Let's talk about something else.”
“Listen, the only way to help you is by understanding what happened. We won't get anywhere if you keep things from me."
He says nothing. She sighs.
“And do you have anyone you can talk to about this, at least? Someone you trust?”
“Lucas and Océane.”
“I mean at school.” Her tone is reprimanding. She knows he knows what she means.
“No.”
“Well, you should.”
“Well, I don’t.”
“Don’t you feel like you need that? That you need someone to talk to?”
“I’ve already got someone.”
“Someone that is not 3000 miles away?”
“I talk to them all the time. It’s almost like they’re here.”
“No, Edward, it’s not, and you know it.”
Silence. He stares at her, face completely blank. Devoid of any sort of expression that can help her lead their conversation down a specific path. She rolls her eyes.
“You are very challenging, do you know that?”
“Are you supposed to say that to a patient?”
“If I think that’s what they need to hear, then yes.”
“And what, exactly, makes me challenging?”
She doesn't answer, instead she pushes him, “Is Cara like this? Was Greer?”
“Is.”
“Sorry? Who is?”
“Greer. You used the wrong tense.”
“Edward…” She has been subtly trying to prepare him for the worst. For the bad news, if it ever comes to. Which, she is pretty sure, is only a matter of time.
“Is Greer like this?” He insists, voice unbending, words coming in pregnant pauses to reinforce the imposition. Treating Greer like she was dead was the one thing that would get him to storm out of her clinic.
“Are Cara and Greer like this?” She half-concedes.
“Like what?” She likes to push him. He likes to push her back.
“Resolute.” It sounds like that word has been very carefully chosen. And he picks up on it.
“You mean stubborn?” He fires back, a smirk on his face.
She nods.
“Yes.”
“The three of you?”
He nods. She writes it down.
“And have you tried getting close to Cara? Last time you were here, you told me you would.”
“Yes.”
“And-?“
“What do you think?”
“Bad?”
“Not too bad. Not good either.”
“Hm. And do you think you two can get along?”
“Don’t know… Can’t tell yet.”
“Who doesn’t know, Edward? Who can’t tell?” She heavily emphasizes the pronouns. Almost as though she were a detective pressing a fellon to reveal the name of their accomplice.
“What do you mean? Me.”
“It’s intriguing to me how sometimes you don’t see yourself as the subject of your own actions.”
“Don’t use Freud on me.”
“I’m just saying… Whenever you talk about your family, you tend to eclipse the first person. Always happens...”
“Can you change the subject, please?”
“Do you think you envy her?” She pushes further. “Cara? Do you think you wish you were more–“
“Can you change the subject, please?” He insists, more incisively this time.
“Sure.” She grins triumphantly.
Any patient in their right mind would walk straight out of there. Not Edward, though. Edward likes that she can see through him. Edward likes that she treats their sessions like a game.
“Finals are right around the corner, right?"
"Yes."
"And I assume we're only seeing each other after your summer break now, correct?"
"Mhm."
"Are you still going to Manhattan for the summer? To work with your father?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“The fuck do you mean? “Why”? Because that’s what he wants me to do.”
“Watch your tone.”
“Sorry.”
“You know, you only curse in our sessions when we’re talk–“
“Don’t.” He interrupts her.
She chuckles.
“Is that what you want to do?”
He doesn’t answer. She writes it down.
“Are you excited?”
“Sure.”
“Because it’s what you have to do, right?” She mimics his way of saying it, emphasizing the word have – it’s something he has said to her a dozen times before, and it always sounds like a burden. A cross he is involuntarily caring.
“You know it.” He replies with debauchery.
She shakes her head. Then writes again.
“Tell me, what is it that you’re looking forward to doing during your summer recess?”
“I’m going to Marseille in August.”
“With–?“
“Yes.”
“Well, that’s very nice.”
They both smile. Modest, but genuine. A truce. She is truly happy to hear that. He is truly happy to say it. She likes them. They're good for him.
“Edward, our time is over for today. But before you go, I want to tell you something.”
He rolls his eyes, and the smile immediately disappears.
“You need to find a balance between taking yourself too seriously and not taking yourself seriously at all. You are only 20 years old, Edward. You’re allowed to live your life like a 20-year-old.”
His face starts to burn.
“You need to stop rationalizing your feelings. You need to let yourself have a good time every once in a while. And, most importantly, you need to think about yourself. About what you really want to do with your life.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a smart kid, Edward," She knows he enjoys the adulation, and she does it almost as if she is laying the groundwork for what will follow. "You know exactly what that means. You just want me to spell it out to you.”
“I’m waiting.”
"Remember what I said about not using the first person when your family is involved? That's what I mean. It's like you're not in the driver's seat of your own life sometimes..." She fires, a grin on her face. Well, he did ask for it...
He swallows hard, fighting the urge to nod in confirmation.
“There's more important things you should be worrying about than not getting drunk with your friends every once in a while, or always being top of the class. Instead, try putting more effort into figuring out who you are, what you want, and what makes you happy. Instead of caring so much about what others expect of you, or who they want you to be.”
They stay in silence for a few more seconds. That is exactly the reaction she is hoping for.
“Goodbye, Edward. Do me the kindness of telling my next patient I'm ready for her on your way out. You have my number if you need me before September.”
“Goodbye, doctor Reichmann.”
Before he walks out, she speaks again. “And, please, enjoy your summer.”
He nods, finally. Then leaves.
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October 2022 Reads
The No-Show - Beth O’Leary
Once Upon a December - Amy E. Reichert
Season of Love - Helena Greer
Talk Santa to Me - Linda Urban
Mistakes Were Made - Meryl Wilsner
First Love, Take Two - Sajni Patel
What the Hex - Alexis Daria
Bridesmates - Sydney Smith
Snow Day - Julie Lipson
A Thief in the Night - K.J. Charles
The Final Gambit - Jennifer Lynn Barnes
Ben and Beatriz - Katalina Gamarra
A Scatter of Light - Malinda Lo
Family of Liars - E. Lockhart
Shadows - Robin McKinley
Defend the Dawn - Brigid Kemmerer
Guards! Guards! - Terry Pratchett
The Matchmaker’s Gift - Lynda Cohen Loigman
Stacey’s Extraordinary Words - Stacey Abrams
Dinners with Ruth - Nina Totenberg
What Doesn’t Kill You - Tessa Miller
Lost & Found - Kathryn Schulz
Savor - Fatima Ali
Making a Scene - Constance Wu
The Family Outing - Jessi Hempl
Nerd - Maya Philips
Bad Vibes Only - Nora McInerny
The Book of Boundaries - Melissa Urban
Happier Hour - Cassie Holmes
Eat to Beat Depression and Anxiety - Drew Ramsey
Mostly Plants - Tracy, Dana, Lori, & Corky Pollan
Herding Cats - Sarah Andersen
Oddball - Sarah Andersen
Ducks - Kate Beaton
Bold = Highly Recommend
Italics = Worth It
Crossed out = Nope
Thoughts:
Really thinking that 2022 is the year of nonfiction for me. I’ve read so many more nonfiction reads that have been more impactful and memorable for me than fiction. Cannot recommend Dinners with Ruth (yes, there’s lots of good insight in here about RBG, but it’s really the power of friendship that will tug at your heart) and What Doesn’t Kill You (such a powerful memoir about living with chronic illness and what the newly diagnosed should do) enough.
Goodreads Goal: 346/350
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2022 Reads
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