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Wrist, Stomach, Art.

Posted in Art & Illustration, Everything Steampunk, Generic Musings, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 20, 2015 by Bobbie Berendson W.

It is taking me titanic effort to write anything today. I feel so desperate for isolation and sleep. Why? Well, First, my wrist is worse than I thought and I am going to need to get surgery for it in the next few months. I couldn’t finish Inktober/Drawlloween because of it. Which really bummed me out.

Second, I have (after much deliberation and seeing 2 sisters, my dad, and his sister doing it) decided to get the Gastric Sleeve surgery. This is the one where they remove 80% of your stomach. All my family members who have gotten the surgery are doing great and have lost nearly 300lb combined. My surgery will be on January 7th. At my fattest I was 455lb and with Fibromyalgia, Sleep Apnea, Insulin resistance and PCOS, plus my low functioning thyroid I need the help.

I started the pre-op diet last week. No sugars, no carbs… ugh it has been hard. The cravings and temptations are awful but the very nasty withdrawals and de-toxing has been worse. The whole point of it is to get my fatty liver as trim as possible to prevent trouble.

However, yesterday I felt sore and achy but clear headed and focused like I haven’t in years. If this is what I get to look forward to I will gladly take it. So much of my life for the past 20 years has been eaten by brain fog. I hate brain Fog.

The odd benefit I didn’t foresee is that I have been terribly productive in making jewelry and designing the last half of the pictures I need for my new ‘Gothic Steampunk’ coloring book: “Madam Mezmerelda’s Digest of the Mystic, the Mad, and the Macabre.”

SO that is the update.  For good measure, here is a small look at the latest coloring book page I inked…

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Week 2 of Inktober/Drawlliween

Posted in Art & Illustration with tags , , , , , , , on October 16, 2015 by Bobbie Berendson W.

HA!  I actually got this blog up when I said I would.  Hooray for little triumphs.  I am going to use a bunch of these as supplemental art for my new Neo-Victorian Gothic coloring book I am working on.  It saddens me that I have to have watermarks, I wish people were more honest.

So here we have this weeks pictures…

Dianna Ink Drawing 9: Vampire

Dianna Ink Drawing 9: Vampire

Large Eared Desert Bat Ink Drawing 10: Bat

Large Eared Desert Bat Ink Drawing 10: Bat

Inappropriate work relations among the eyes of Kilrogg. Ink Drawing 11: eyeball

Inappropriate work relations among the eyes of Kilrogg. Ink Drawing 11: eyeball

Rat Motel Ink Drawing 12: Scarecrow

Rat Motel Ink Drawing 12: Scarecrow

Sir Harold is Awake Again Ink Drawing 13 & 14: Zombie & Grave

Sir Harold is Awake Again Ink Drawing 13 & 14: Zombie & Grave

Candy Jack Ink Drawing 15 & 16: Jack-O-Lantern & Candy

Candy Jack Ink Drawing 15 & 16: Jack-O-Lantern & Candy

New Mermaid Art, Opinions, & Internet Kerfuffles

Posted in Art & Illustration with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 25, 2015 by Bobbie Berendson W.

I have been seeing a lot on prejudices about race and sexuality, a lot of take down (blank) or take back (misc.) or stand up for (assorted). Just going to drop my opinion in here… I think the problem is deeper than race, sexuality, or politics. We are becoming a very selfish and insular species that is forgetting how to see outside of ourselves, how it interact without feeling defensive, and care about anyone who may not be ‘one of us’. The “us vs. them” mentality will destroy us in all areas: race, politics, religion, environment, and civil rights, all of it. When we can care about our fellow humans regardless of their opinion, race, or beliefs, but rather because they are another rare being on this rock hurtling with us through unfriendly space, the world will be a much better place.

The world of late seems to be pickling in its opinions. It may be just because we are more connected as a species than ever before with the internet. Regardless, our responses have been defensive and angry. It make me think of being 5 and talking to kids at recess and having very bitter and defensive arguments about which super hero was better. These sometimes devolved into tears, feuds, and very bitter feelings. We are adults now aren’t we? Do we really need to get so nasty and mean over differing opinions? A differing opinion is not a personal attack. Those are much more intimate and obvious. This problem isn’t even consistently over important things either.

Just the other day my sister posted this:

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It was funny and made me laugh. The firestorm that erupted afterwards was sadly emblematic of what I am talking about. My hubby is a very funny guy and he likes to make jokes and poke bears a bit, I thought this was obvious but… Check it out below (I have changed only the names of the hyper defensive. My husband and sister get no such luxury.)

Steven Wilcox: Numerology is the tool of Satan.

(Name not disclosed) It isn’t numerology. Its a joke. And u obv. Did it wrong. Satan doesn’t have any rights over divination.

Sara Bear Wow (name here). Steven is my brother. Hes just making a joke

(Name not disclosed) You also suck at math

Steven Wilcox Math is the tool of Satan.

(Name not disclosed) You don’t even know what divination is. And wtf does a wiki pedia know about Satan.

Sara Bear STOP NOW OR I WILL FLIP THE F*#@ OUT!!! (Sara had reached her ‘enough stupid drama’ point)

Steven Wilcox Dearest (name here), Poe’s law is an internet adage which states that, without a clear indicator of the author’s intent, parodies of extremism are indistinguishable from sincere expressions of extremism.[1][2] Poe’s Law implies that parody will often be mistaken for sincere belief, and sincere beliefs for parody. I thought my parody was clear. Obviously it was not, so I linked Poe’s Law. No offense was intended. (linked to Wikipedia)

Steven Wilcox Poe’s Law is also the tool of Satan, btw.

Sara Bear Steven Wilcox, mom says “hehehe and I get it. And no offense taken”

(Name not disclosed) That second comment was over kill

Sara Bear Just stop

(Name not disclosed) If u do

Steven Wilcox Here’s a picture of a fluffy kitten. Kittens make everything better. http://wallpaperswide.com/fluffy_kittens_2-wallpapers.html

That was pretty much the end of it.

Steve mentioned Poe’s Law above but I think internet interactions all fall to this problem. We see a post or a meme, especially a meme, and REACT instead of choosing how we are going to ACT. On the internet we are all that one bitter old stereotype of a person where all these new fangled ideas are ruining the country and back in our day kids were better and by the way get off my lawn.

Oh, and the ‘I’m not going to stop until you do’. This is convenient. I don’t have to take responsibility for my actions because YOU provoked me. I don’t have to stop because I am the victim here. In one way or another we are all victims of something. Stand up and be better than a victim, be a person! Choose how you ACT!

I am just going to end my random tirade on these things with 3 more things. First I will quote some of the best advice for internet or in person interactions I have ever heard. Ahem… “Does this need to be said, does it need to be said right now, and does it need to be said by me?” Thank you Craig Ferguson.

Second, is overreaction and anger working for us?

And Last, and arguably most important… NEW ART!!!!!

The Mermaids Tea

New Art: Ralph Jr. & the Girls

Posted in Art & Illustration, Everything Steampunk with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 19, 2015 by Bobbie Berendson W.

And at long last, here is the last of the completed illustrations from the “Miss Minerva Prim’s PocketGuide to the Fashionable Elite of St. Augustine.”

Here we have The Bricklesbury kids titled Ralph Jr. & the Girls.

“Rarely does a single man of such gifted gear minded genius come along as St. Augustine’s own Ralph Bricklesbury.  Ralph is a true metal minded man and though he is now retired the city has been gifted with his children who seemed to inherit his gear-mindedness.
The Bricklesbury clan, also referred to as simply ‘Ralph’s Girls’ even though the youngest is a boy, have made their way into the public eye many times.  As builders, bustle racers, mechanics, and engineers, they have shown the entire city that your mind is what maters.
The clan roster is as follows top to bottom:  Alexia age 16,  the Twins: Elizabeth  & Ellanore ages 17, Lydia age 13, Rafina age 18, Ralph Jr. age  12 and Claire age 14.
Though very close in friendship, the girls admittedly do have many friendly rivalries with each other.  Jr. writes very interesting and humorous novels about his sisters and their adventures.”

Prints are for sale in the shop: Metallic Visions

Art for day 4… Steampunk!

Posted in All Things Costume, Art & Illustration, Everything Steampunk with tags , , , , , , , , on February 10, 2015 by Bobbie Berendson W.

Ok, so Today I have been working on my Steampunk Art Panel at LTUE this week and So you get Steampunk art.  hehehehe

Our Lady of the Gears: Saint Augustine, a city of wonders. One of the most famous sites to visit in beautiful St. Augustine, is the cathedral of the Lady of the Gears. Built by the talented masons and engineers who call this city home, the cathedral towers over all in St. Augustine. The most stunning part of the cathedral is its massive rose window depicting the patron saint of tinkerers, creative types, and watchmakers. Many a visitor has been awed by the colorful glow that fills the chapel as the sunlight hits the window as it sets for the evening. It is a fitting tradition that adventurers of all types begin their new endeavors and quests with a visit to this magnificent place of peace and contemplation. Be sure to stop by at sunset when the choir is practicing and the window is shining.

The Steampunk Fairy: St. Augustine is well known for it’s curious theater district. Just about any kind of theater can be found, from the traditionally dramatic to modern comedic. There are also plenty of opera houses and ballet parlors. An up and coming new trend is a combination of acrobatics, dancing, music, and media. Here we have St. Augustine’s Steampunk Fairy, one Ms. Adeline Stephenson. Trained in traditional ballet and dance, she has taken the theater district by storm by directing and starring in a number of her own ‘Steampunk Flights of Fancy”. Her shows include such daring exploits as tightrope walking, trapeze artists, ribbon dancers, musicians, balancing acts, and more. Her latest work tells the whimsical story of how geared up fairies keep the town clock running properly and the trials and travails of doing so.

Lady Lenore & Gnome Gustavus of the St. Augustine Bustle Racing Club: A favorite sport in St. Augustine is racing; airship racing, horse racing, and Bustle racing. Young and old, high and low born alike line the boardwalks on Saturday afternoons to watch the pageant that is the bustle races. Each race consists of six to ten racers. Each racer consists of one gnomish pilot, one generally high born woman who is the ‘face’ of the racer, and their spring powered rig. The gnome keeps the rig going and steers, the lady is counterbalance and poise. Since the races are equal parts race and pageant the role of the ‘face’ is just as important as the pilot. Though usually low speed and genteel, small tussles do occasionally break out around corners where the judges lose sight of the contestants. The ladies will try to disturb each other’s posture, ruffle hair, smudge make-up, rattle nerves, or force one another to drop items. All these factors are judged and scored. One can win the race time wise and still lose if the ‘face’ is not pristine and perfectly polished.

And one more for good measure…

Ellenore & Gnomess Grinda of the DeLancey St. Underground Bustle Racers: Although the genteel version of this sport is primarily practiced on the public boardwalks, the more adventurous version is to be found under-ground in the old city streets. The streets were covered over a century ago and have since been used as cheep housing and are the prime locations for shady dealings. Once a week the corridors are cleared out for the races. Ladies not of high birth are most common as racers but the occasional high born lady has been seen underground racing. The tunnels are very hot during the races and most of the girls prefer to do the racing in as little clothing as is safe. The biggest differences from above racers is that the underground bustles are steam powered therefore they are much faster and more dangerous. So are the underground racers though, and bruises and black eyes are common in this sport. It is also the only place that female gnomes will be seen outside of the home. Not allowed to pilot bustles officially, many a gnomess with an adventuring spirit find their way to the underground to become pilots. Some Bustle racing enthusiasts insist that they are better pilots than the male gnomes.

Also these pics are all in coloring book line form in the coloring book: “Miss Minerva Prim’s PocketGuide to the Fashionable Elite of St. Augustine.”

Fun With Color: Beauty and the Beast

Posted in Art & Illustration with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 24, 2014 by Bobbie Berendson W.

So here is another of my experimentations with digitally coloring my art…

I like this one.  I do not think i will do a lot of this because I really hate painting on the comp.  I don’t fee connected to the art since I cannot touch it or use my hands on it.  I do really like the antique paper look with the pen and ink though.  Lemmie know what you think in the comments!

 

Also here is her story snippet from the Twelve Tales Coloring Book

“Bright sunlight fell on the open book that rested in her lap.  Beauty’s smooth comforting voice filled the room as she read aloud.  The Beast sat curled at her feet, head resting on her knee.  All these years alone in the castle had been difficult, but the worst had been having all these stories at hand and not being able to read them because of his beastly hands.

It had become their habit to sit for hours in the library and read before the fire, it was one of the few things to do in the depth of winter.  They would read stories of adventure, tales of humor, books of philosophy and history.  Then they would talk about what they had read.  Beauty was surprised at the Beast’s intelligence and obvious education, and he enthusiastically shared with her his knowledge.

Beauty loved reading aloud, she loved sharing the stories that thrilled her imagination, and best of all being able to talk to someone else about them.  At home her sisters and father and herself had all been too busy to enjoy them.  It was a rare but special occasion when the family could afford to let her use a candle and read to them on the evenings when winter left them with little to do.  She felt a pang of homesickness in her chest and paused in her reading.

The Beast looked up at her and he felt that tightening around his heart that had been bothering him so much of late.  He knew she was thinking of home, of her family, and he felt guilty keeping her from them.  He looked away with a sigh.  He also knew what the tightness in his chest meant, he was in love with his dear Beauty and knew he could not go back to living without her.  It would kill him.  There was another option though, he could give her the magical mirror that would show her what and whom she desired to see, hopefully it would be enough.”

SLCC Countdown #2: Sleeping Beauty

Posted in Art & Illustration with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 3, 2014 by Bobbie Berendson W.

Wow… I am setting up my booth this afternoon then Party Time!

For today we have Sleeping Beauty:

And from her story:

“It was an odd sensation. The point of the needle pressed almost gently against the pad of her finger.  She felt no fear, just a strange curiosity and a chill flowing up her hand, into her arm.

    It all seemed to happen in a simple moment.  She was aware of a soft mattress beneath her and a covering being draped over her still form, then nothing for a long time.  In her timeless dreamy mind she heard crying, was it her parents or the birds?  She dreamt of the days of her childhood, roaming the woods with her forest friends, swimming in the pond, even eating her godmother’s horrible cooking.

    It had been a very long time, her mind told her, when she started to dream of him.  She did not know his name, but she knew him in the way those who share dreams know each other.  In the dreams he began as a child and she was a child again with him.  They fought and played, plotted and acted as children do.  As he grew and his dreams changed she grew and changed with him. It was simple and fun most of the time, occasionally serious, and love slowly grew and blossomed between them.

    The dreams changed when he reached adulthood, they both felt it.  He began to believe they were more than dreams, and she began to believe he was real.  Then the night when she knew there was only this last dream arrived, it would be the last chance.  In the dream she told him her tale.  How she was cursed as an infant and hidden away.  How all the precautions were for naught and she fell.  And as the dream began to slip away she bade him rescue her.  The last thing she heard before she sunk once again into darkness was his voice.

“My beloved, I will find you though all the world lay between us.  Do not lose hope, I will find you…””

–From the Twelve Tales Coloring Book