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valentine_smut posting are soon...I think. Could be wrong. In any case...
...I'm all nervous, aagh. >_memes? (EDIT: nevermind, got one :D) Drabble prompts?
Maybe I should try to write those Hetalia ideas. :/
Btw, was travelling home on Friday the thirteenth...and everything went perfectly smoothly. Even got to wait for the second (and last) train in a nicely carm cafe with a cup of hot tasty (spicy!) tea...=3= ♥ kinda expensive tea, but I'm ill, so I have an excuse. :9
With a great view to boot, and sunlight! :D
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rroselavy.
Association Meme: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
1. Art
My mother once asked why I want it's something I want to do. I tried to explain, but what I said ended up completely flat and unconvincing even to me. It was awful.
"Art" for it's own sake is actually a pretty new idea. From...1700, or was it later?
Before that it was basically just thought to be something useful, or decorative. *shrug*
Another time, a teacher at my (graphic design) polytechnic said "You're not here to make art, you're here to learn to make something people will take one look at, think "Oh, that's nice." and ball up and throw away.
That still rather irks me.
So what? If I was a painter my works probably wouldn't even get that, would they? In this scenario, I presumably got paid. Why should I care what happens to the design then, as long as there was that "nice"-reaction instead of "OMG that's hideous"?
Or maybe it was around then I realized I actually want to become an illustrator. Talking of which...
2. Storybooks
So, not being a native English speaker, I had to check. Storybook:
n. A book containing a collection of stories, usually for children.
adj. Occurring in or resembling the style or content of a storybook: storybook characters; a storybook romance.
Trying to make an illustration for one right now. So far the main values seem to be:
- Details, children like details. Adults probably as well.
- Humor is nice too
- Certain...clarity, simplicity? Not so clear on this point...
etc.
But that's all so boring. Useful, but boring.
The fun part is thinking of the characters, and deciding which parts to choose from the text, and how to illustrate them to best bring out my strenghts. Often the images spring to my mind quite naturally, anyway. And if the text happens to be not so brilliant...well, it's my job to think of how to make it better. What would be more fun!
Expressions are important as well. I mean, if a character doesn't have those...where is the character in them, anyway?
3. Finland
Don't get me wrong, I'm not nationalistic, I'm not especially proud of my country.
What's there to be proud of? It's cold and dark most of the year, Finnish people are likewise grim and cautious. Well, in summer for those rare times it's actually sunny they cheer up a bit. And then get drunk and manage to drown themselves.
The language is kinda neat, being so weird and impossible to learn. And for not having a gender neutral third personal pronoun (you know, he/she?).
Oh, and while I'm a weirdo Finn in being an obnoxious teetotaller, I'm also quite stereotypical in the sense that if I met a very large elephant I WOULD be wondering what it was thinking of me.
It's a curse, in it's way, but at least it means I'm not too full of myself.
That would be awful.
I just get attached to familiar places. Sometimes I think more easily than to other people.
4. Sunlight
Like I mentioned, we don't get that a lot here.
When it's been raining or cloudy or just plain DARK for weeks/months, and then suddenly the sun is shining...it's like--
*thinking*
It's a hard feeling to describe.
It's like the light just goes right to your veins and cheers you up and you can't help just grinning.
That said, when it's hot in the summer I tend to feel sweaty and tired and irritable and just wish for the winter. And even when it's so cold my eyebrows are hurting...actually, no, I hate that.
But a bit of sharp chill, or a nicely cool wind, when I'm clothed just so I'm not too hot or cold, and maybe even the sun is shining but not in my eyes?
Perfect.
5. School
When I started school, after preschool, I first decided that growing up sucked. Things in the past were automatically better.
It took me a long time to learn to write properly (my parents worried when I still wrote letter the wrong way around in my second year, but my teacher said I'd learn in time).
I never actually learned to count without my fingers.
Once I thought I'd lost an exercise notebook, and spent the previous evening doing it again. The next day I found the original at school.
Always lugged ALL of my book to school and back again. Didn't want to forget one.
Periods, I think, were a rather boring time. Usually I sat in a tree somewhere and daydreamed I was a character in story. Sometimes I was asked to play, but often it seemed more fun just imagining by myself.
Perhaps that's why I don't seem to know how to get to know people now.
The three last years of compulsory education, what we called "upper classes" (as opposed to the first six "lower classes") were the worst part.
Everyone was in their absolutely worst teenager phase, where you have to hate each teacher who isn't perfect (=funny, friendly, yet able to engender respect).
Of course, I wasn't like that. I was the one person who stayed in school when everyone else decided to scip class.
Whenever I felt at all bad I'd submerge myself into a book and forget the real world until class started again. My best friend who I first met back then says that sometimes she tried to get to know me, but I just didn't even notice her.
When I felt especially bad, I ran around in a nearby forest and gnawed in firs (don't you know, the new lightbreen "buds" in the spring are eatable?) ate mostly very healthy sandwhiches.
And then suddenly I noticed I wasn't as fat anymore.
I loved highschool, with how I could wear several skirts on top of each other and frilly shirts OR look like a bum and no-one batted an eye. Ah, my snobby weirdo art highschool, how I miss thee.
And ceramics! I swear it's the most effective form of therapy, any frustration and stress I had, a few hours of working with clay, and puff, completely calm.
And, btw, studying at Helsinki taught me that big cities aren't entirely horrible, full of too many people and noise and worst of all, cars.
They also have libraries and pretty old buildings and interesting second hands stores and shops.
And, so far I'm in my second year of studying graphic design at the Kymeenlaakso University of Applied Sciences (means it's a polytechic, but sounds more fancy, I guess)...
It's okay.
The people here are a bit too trendy and stylish and...just so practical and well adjusted. I'm not sure I will ever really fit in, even if I try. And I do. A bit. >_>;
But at least I don't think they actively dislike me, even if they might be aware I'm a weirdo. :')
Oh, and maybe I'll become an actual graphic designer by the end of it. Or maybe I'll try to find somewhere artsyer to continue studying. Maybe one day I'll in fact make illustrations for a living and be happy.
I'm not in such a hurry anywhere, really. :)
valentine_smut posting are soon...I think. Could be wrong. In any case......I'm all nervous, aagh. >_memes? (EDIT: nevermind, got one :D) Drabble prompts?
Maybe I should try to write those Hetalia ideas. :/
Btw, was travelling home on Friday the thirteenth...and everything went perfectly smoothly. Even got to wait for the second (and last) train in a nicely carm cafe with a cup of hot tasty (spicy!) tea...=3= ♥ kinda expensive tea, but I'm ill, so I have an excuse. :9
With a great view to boot, and sunlight! :D
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rroselavy. Association Meme: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
1. Art
My mother once asked why I want it's something I want to do. I tried to explain, but what I said ended up completely flat and unconvincing even to me. It was awful.
"Art" for it's own sake is actually a pretty new idea. From...1700, or was it later?
Before that it was basically just thought to be something useful, or decorative. *shrug*
Another time, a teacher at my (graphic design) polytechnic said "You're not here to make art, you're here to learn to make something people will take one look at, think "Oh, that's nice." and ball up and throw away.
That still rather irks me.
So what? If I was a painter my works probably wouldn't even get that, would they? In this scenario, I presumably got paid. Why should I care what happens to the design then, as long as there was that "nice"-reaction instead of "OMG that's hideous"?
Or maybe it was around then I realized I actually want to become an illustrator. Talking of which...
2. Storybooks
So, not being a native English speaker, I had to check. Storybook:
n. A book containing a collection of stories, usually for children.
adj. Occurring in or resembling the style or content of a storybook: storybook characters; a storybook romance.
Trying to make an illustration for one right now. So far the main values seem to be:
- Details, children like details. Adults probably as well.
- Humor is nice too
- Certain...clarity, simplicity? Not so clear on this point...
etc.
But that's all so boring. Useful, but boring.
The fun part is thinking of the characters, and deciding which parts to choose from the text, and how to illustrate them to best bring out my strenghts. Often the images spring to my mind quite naturally, anyway. And if the text happens to be not so brilliant...well, it's my job to think of how to make it better. What would be more fun!
Expressions are important as well. I mean, if a character doesn't have those...where is the character in them, anyway?
3. Finland
Don't get me wrong, I'm not nationalistic, I'm not especially proud of my country.
What's there to be proud of? It's cold and dark most of the year, Finnish people are likewise grim and cautious. Well, in summer for those rare times it's actually sunny they cheer up a bit. And then get drunk and manage to drown themselves.
The language is kinda neat, being so weird and impossible to learn. And for not having a gender neutral third personal pronoun (you know, he/she?).
Oh, and while I'm a weirdo Finn in being an obnoxious teetotaller, I'm also quite stereotypical in the sense that if I met a very large elephant I WOULD be wondering what it was thinking of me.
It's a curse, in it's way, but at least it means I'm not too full of myself.
That would be awful.
I just get attached to familiar places. Sometimes I think more easily than to other people.
4. Sunlight
Like I mentioned, we don't get that a lot here.
When it's been raining or cloudy or just plain DARK for weeks/months, and then suddenly the sun is shining...it's like--
*thinking*
It's a hard feeling to describe.
It's like the light just goes right to your veins and cheers you up and you can't help just grinning.
That said, when it's hot in the summer I tend to feel sweaty and tired and irritable and just wish for the winter. And even when it's so cold my eyebrows are hurting...actually, no, I hate that.
But a bit of sharp chill, or a nicely cool wind, when I'm clothed just so I'm not too hot or cold, and maybe even the sun is shining but not in my eyes?
Perfect.
5. School
When I started school, after preschool, I first decided that growing up sucked. Things in the past were automatically better.
It took me a long time to learn to write properly (my parents worried when I still wrote letter the wrong way around in my second year, but my teacher said I'd learn in time).
I never actually learned to count without my fingers.
Once I thought I'd lost an exercise notebook, and spent the previous evening doing it again. The next day I found the original at school.
Always lugged ALL of my book to school and back again. Didn't want to forget one.
Periods, I think, were a rather boring time. Usually I sat in a tree somewhere and daydreamed I was a character in story. Sometimes I was asked to play, but often it seemed more fun just imagining by myself.
Perhaps that's why I don't seem to know how to get to know people now.
The three last years of compulsory education, what we called "upper classes" (as opposed to the first six "lower classes") were the worst part.
Everyone was in their absolutely worst teenager phase, where you have to hate each teacher who isn't perfect (=funny, friendly, yet able to engender respect).
Of course, I wasn't like that. I was the one person who stayed in school when everyone else decided to scip class.
Whenever I felt at all bad I'd submerge myself into a book and forget the real world until class started again. My best friend who I first met back then says that sometimes she tried to get to know me, but I just didn't even notice her.
When I felt especially bad, I ran around in a nearby forest and gnawed in firs (don't you know, the new lightbreen "buds" in the spring are eatable?) ate mostly very healthy sandwhiches.
And then suddenly I noticed I wasn't as fat anymore.
I loved highschool, with how I could wear several skirts on top of each other and frilly shirts OR look like a bum and no-one batted an eye. Ah, my snobby weirdo art highschool, how I miss thee.
And ceramics! I swear it's the most effective form of therapy, any frustration and stress I had, a few hours of working with clay, and puff, completely calm.
And, btw, studying at Helsinki taught me that big cities aren't entirely horrible, full of too many people and noise and worst of all, cars.
They also have libraries and pretty old buildings and interesting second hands stores and shops.
And, so far I'm in my second year of studying graphic design at the Kymeenlaakso University of Applied Sciences (means it's a polytechic, but sounds more fancy, I guess)...
It's okay.
The people here are a bit too trendy and stylish and...just so practical and well adjusted. I'm not sure I will ever really fit in, even if I try. And I do. A bit. >_>;
But at least I don't think they actively dislike me, even if they might be aware I'm a weirdo. :')
Oh, and maybe I'll become an actual graphic designer by the end of it. Or maybe I'll try to find somewhere artsyer to continue studying. Maybe one day I'll in fact make illustrations for a living and be happy.
I'm not in such a hurry anywhere, really. :)
