Marc and I are both running our computers to complete processes for Folding@Home. With a 24 core machine and two 8 core machines we are putting a total of 40 cores towards the effort.
Hope to see you also fold at home!
Folding@Home COVID-19: https://github.com/FoldingAtHome/coronavirus
Folding@Home Webpage https://foldingathome.org/
True confession: I have an extremely fraught love relationship with the writings of Herman Melville.
It’s not even a love-hate relationship, it’s a love-love relationship, but I can’t finish Melville’s most famous book. I have never felt so embarrassed about anything in my life.
Not finishing Moby Dick felt like breaking up with a perfect man - a perfect man who is not only sensitive and funny but also incredibly good-looking and smart.
And he loves to work out and volunteer and help children with their homework. He’s not just a surface, he has depth, man, like real depth.
And I am over here, by comparison, a total scrub, wringing my hands, thinking: “This guy is way, way too good for me! He’s outta my league by like six leagues! Why is he still here talking to me? Is this a kind of joke?”
Like talking about the Perfect Man, talk about Moby Dick in front of anyone and you’ll probably get an overwhelmed groan or an eyeroll accompanied with “Oh, not that fucking guy!”
But hear me out.
Hear me out, Moby Dick is actually great.
Yet, any high school English teacher or curriculum with Moby Dick on the list has expectations beyond this world. Anyone who thinks that anyone, let alone a 15 year old, could read Moby Dick has Galaxy Expectations or Universe Expectations.
Moby Dick is not a book that teenagers or very young people should read, unless the teenager is explosively full of life experience and their favorite thing is to be immobilized for hours with nothing else to do but read Moby Dick.
It’s not intelligence needed to get through this book, its … life experience and an appreciation of life, in addition to extreme diligence and dedication, and possibly drugs that make it impossible for you to move your limbs. Its not that it’s rare to find such dedication in a teenager or a young person - it’s rare to find such dedication in any person of any age.
Ironically, dedication is what the book is about, only a feverish kind of dedication aimed towards the White Whale.
Otherwise, how could you stay with Melville’s … anything. There are amazing quotes and sentences in Moby Dick, brilliant moments that just make me fawn and swoon, but getting to the end seems as unreachable as Everest for me. Heck Everest almost seems easier.
The epic Melville book I did finish was Mardi, which I only gruelingly got through because it was for a class. I think I was the last person to pick a book to write a paper on, and the last book left to choose was Mardi. Getting tasked with Mardi as a last resort was sort of like being paired with the last person picked for Soccer Team, but then they end up being the underdog rookie star.
Mardi is a fun and exciting Melville book, it’s like an island-hopping romance novel, where the main character, Taji, just sort of meets different people on different Polynesian islands. He doesn’t aim at falling in love but he does.
Mardi truly reminded me of some kind of video game where you visit different islands, talk to the people on the islands and learn about them, solve a few problems for them, and then you depart, onwards to the next island. If I ever go to Fiji, I will reread Mardi.
In the way that the Poe book, “Arthur Gordon Pym” contains puzzles, maps, and treasures like a proto-videogame, Mardi feels like a Banjo-Kazooie vacation. At least compared to Moby Dick.
In a way you’d rather be Taji of Mardi than Ahab of Moby Dick. Chasing a white whale while you pull down wads of cash on blubber is all right, but what if you actually catch the white whale? Would it matter? What’s funny too is Taji just sort of floats through life and everything works out for him, while we all know what happens to Ahab …
Melville talking about fish in Mardi, he sometimes just goes off about fish for six pages
Ultimately I think I finished Mardi because it made less sense as a piece of art, and I read it hoping that it would eventually make sense. I was hoping the ribbon would bow, but it was just a trail of very alluring ribbon. But that is okay in my book - life doesn’t make sense, either!
Mardi is more free, and looser, than Moby Dick, if less refined. Mardi is a younger Melville writing with younger themes. Moby Dick was an older wiser (yet still exuberant) Melville writing about the crueler themes of life: obsession, those along for the ride of obsession, and the wreckage therafter.
I remember staring at my half-finished copy of Moby Dick on my nightstand in Boulder and thinking “What will it take?”
What would it take for me to finish this book? I love Melville so much, I just … physically can’t. It’s like loving mountainclimbing, or loving ultramarathoning, and crashing at the last mile. Physically can’t.
I think if you told me that if I finished Moby Dick, that Keanu Reeves would come to my house and look at my paintings and say nice things about them, yes, I would do it. But for anything less than that, the white whale goes free, forever.
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Books I Didn’t Finish: Proust’s Remembrance of Things Past
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I’m a painter, I make comics, and sometimes I do computer stuff!
- Becky Jewell
There’s a moment in Stephen King’s Dark Tower where Roland, a gunslinger from a mythic land, finds himself in a modern-day New York City and tries a Coca Cola. He’s so amazed at how sweet it is, so floored at how brilliant the Coke tastes, that he wonders why and how anyone could ever get addicted to drugs.
How could anyone become a heroin addict, when there is something as great as Coca Cola?
I though of Roland as I roamed Tokyo and tried tastier and tastier food. Peach Coca Cola while jetlagged is like getting a bucket of champagne dumped on your head after hiking through the desert.
The pursuit of money, power, sex, drugs, rock and roll - all of these pursuits seem like a moot quest when you can buy happiness in the form of 80 yen candies. Seriously the discount candies at a 7-11 in Shin-Koenji were the tastiest candies I’ve experienced all year. Maybe ever. This peach treat from the Dragon Quest Lawson at Akihabara was pretty good:
I have no idea what this is
IRL I’m a pretty tall person and I spend a ton of energy on making art, walking around, and throwing my brain at nigh-incomprehensible problems. I tend to graze, or, lost in thought, I forget to eat for the entire day and eat a giant dinner. I’m no coward when it comes to wolfing down an entire veggie burger and fries. My pattern of forgetting and wolfing is easy - too easy - to do in the States, where it’s so easy to lose yourself in ideas and social events, and monster truck rallies. Andy Warhol was so popular, he ate three dinners each night to get all of his friend groups and social events covered.
In Tokyo, everything is tasty, but usually tiny. I found myself making double orders of everything. There were several points during my trip where I worried if I was getting enough calories. I hadn’t worried about the too-few-calories problem since being an iron-deficient distance runner in high school.
Like this sandwich - looks pretty normal at first, but it’s about the size of a Starbucks biscotti:
To get enough food, I found myself drawn towards melon buns, which seemed like the biggest and cheapest pile of carbohydrates that I could get for myself without straight-up purchasing a birthday cake.
During the day I mostly ate at 7-11 so that I could splurge at Ramen places at night, which worked pretty well!
Since I was jetlagged and fatigued for a few days, I also found it hard to know if I was getting the right vitamins while abroad. I don’t take supplements and do my best to get all vitamins directly from food. To achieve this, I usually pump up on juice that contains vitamin A, B, C, and if I can, D and Calcium.
I couldn’t even understand Japanese nutrition labels enough to know how much protein was in anything. Japan does not seem to have the “Percent Daily Value” scale that America has, which is probably because they are way ahead of us. There is no completionist status bar on food in Japan, no “20% of your daily sodium” or “50% of your daily fat” - all of which barely work for anyone, except maybe some guy who lives in Michigan named Ted.
So, when I saw an ad on the subway for energy gels, with the vitamins clearly listed out, I figured I should try a couple and found the energy gels at a 7/11:
I knew I was already dehydrated after flight and Tokyo ended up being a bit more dry than I thought, with dust wheeling around Shinjuku Park and UV rays pummeling my skin. Vitamins would make me feel better on some level, at least.
At breakfast spots, I often ordered two pastries instead of just one.
I also ended up trying a couple beers and alcoholic drinks too! With the above, I figured anything with a cat on it was probably good.
With the Kirin beer below, I was so infatuated with the pink can and the racing white dragon that I totally did not see the 9% alcohol clearly on the label. Oops.
It ended up making me extremely weepy, and if anyone had been there, I surely would have been hugging everyone and being extremely confessional and probably would have made everyone look at photos of my dog. Kirin the Strong is like a Mike’s Hard Lemonade but not as tart, also it didn’t feel like it was searing through my body straight into my bloodstream. It was a gentle 9%.
The White Dragon on this peach-flavored Kirin drink started to remind me of my poodle back at home, Geddy.
Crepes in Harajuku were good and the intimidatingly long lines die down after 6 pm where the younger crowd seems to disappear and go home (Where do they go? Home to work on homework? The club?). Either way, in the evening hours in Harajuku it’s a good time to grab a crepe or a giant hammer of cotton candy. There is even a small outdoor cafe where you can grab a beer near Laforet mall.
So what is the point of eating all of this cheapo gas station food? It was to have enough energy to walk through two art museums a day and also have enough yen for dinner, which was well worth it.
That’s the cheap food I ate in Tokyo! Surely it is nothing special to Tokyo residents, to me it was out of this world.
Catch you next time!
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I started working in gouache, a medium which, for as long as I can remember, had been trash-talked as “impossible” “weird” and “annoying” by peers throughout my art career - so I had stayed away from it. Wow that was dumb! Never listen to the haters. Paint with gouache.
More importantly, I’d say paint with Holbein gouache because it is the best.
Sometimes I need a lot of ramp-up time and practice with a new medium before I use it for production-level images or comissions. So, when I started testing gouache in the images below, I wasn’t aiming to make any kind of super realistic drawing, and just wanted to test the colors out and make simple swatches to see what happened. I was blown away.
The colors here are just … to die for. I have never seen any other kind of paint do this. For this kind of luscious vibrancy, a close second might be color inks or alcohol inks, but they aren’t as opaque or as capable of coverage as this medium.
After seeing this, it might be hard for me to go back to oil paints.
The paper in the image above is Legion Stonehenge Aqua Hotpress.
I picked up a couple different sets of gouache, the 5 color set, which comes with a handy graphic on color mixing.
I also picked up the 10 color travel set, and took gouache with me to the Bahamas lately, it was easy and fun to travel with these super small (.5 oz) set of Holbein tubes.
To take gouache with me on my travels, I downloaded the 4 pages of documentation from the Holbein website just in case - 4 pages to travel is much more even than an emotional support animal, but I didn’t want to have to jettison any of my paint. Security let me through with no questions asked, but I just didn’t want to risk it, and I would never advise anyone to travel with paint without having documentation that the paint is safe for air travel.
It's an AMAZING travel medium because it dries quickly and you don't need to set up a miniature chemical lab (cough cough oil paint!) in order to get it to look good.
While painting on the mall in Washington DC, I remember finishing an oil painting and screwing it into a painting carrier, then taking the metro to Five Guys and sitting around eating french fries while I was worried that fellow Five Guys customers and little kids might knock my painting over, or that someone might drop peanut shells on it. I’ll never have that issue with gouache.
In addition to the sets, over a few weeks, I bought a couple stand-alone colors which seemed impossible to mix from either set. These were admittedly a bit expensive so I did not take them with me on my travels. Even though they are low in ounces, the idea of having to jettison one of these at security made me wince.
Each larger, nonset tube is anywhere from 18 - 22 dollars, or higher, which puts them at the level of watercolors. Small and mighty, tiny and precious.
I have yet to make anything that is, well, anything with gouache, I’ve just been making swatches, which is very relaxing.
Probably the most interesting surface for goauche so far has been Yupo paper, which ends up surfacing this filmic quality:
The above is gouache on opaque, solid yupo.
Below, gouache on translucent yupo:
No filter was used on the photos above. The colors are just endlessly pretty and true, eyemeltingly vibrant, and pure. The pigment in these Holbein paints is very, very strong.
So that’s my first run at Gouache testing and getting gouache going in my studio!
I hope to have more blogs and info and tests on gouache in the coming weeks. Overall if you’ve never tried gouache or have ever heard that it is too ‘difficult,’ I couldn’t recommend it more, especially with Holbien gouache and yupo paper.
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Welcome to the Sketchbook Confessional for February 2020!
It’s the future, let’s enjoy it #jewell2020
The Sketchbook Confessional is a place where I post and describe all of the art that I did in one month’s time, an effort to reel in the chaos of art and objectively know what I did and did not do.
This month I started working 100% of my time on Crow-Magnum, a comic collaboration with author Laurel McHargue. It’s a small town psychic thriller!
I tried tackling this project last year but wow, I had my butt handed to me while i was also working on Tilted Sun. It’s a good idea for me to pick one big project and work on that project, and intersperse the project with smaller quick wins.
So, a ~50 page graphic novel is a big project. Interspersed with this project, I’ve been working on small commissions in the Toon Me dimensions, like this one of Joe here below:
In making comics and illustrations, what’s great about having almost 100 pages of Tilted Sun under my belt is that every difficult experience, every minute struggle of drawing a square panel or lettering bubble, every time I struggled to draw characters in sequence, has added to my experience in creating comics.
I think overall, my path was a good way to approach comics: I just made a comic for free, kept making it, and eventually I got new projects and assignments. It’s not a way to make a million dollars, but it is very, very rewarding. I’m sure this model would work for most people.
In February I also started working more heavily in gouache, a medium which, for as long as I can remember, had been trash-talked as “impossible” “weird” and “annoying” by peers throughout my art career - so I had stayed away from it. Wow that was dumb! Never listen to the haters. Paint with gouache.
Gouache turned out to be the perfect medium to travel with. Oil paint is fun to use but unfortunately it cannot work for international trips in my case - transporting a painting that is still wet strikes me as something I don’t want to do.
It’s not that it can’t be done, many people do it - I haven’t found a good way yet.
So, Gouache, a sumptuous medium which dries quickly and also appeals to being ‘drawn’ with, turned out to be perfect for travel.
This month I was able to get away from DC for a bit and visit a cool place I had never been before: The Bahamas!
I was able to get some beach time in and also was able to do some volunteering with my friends. To volunteer, my friends and I built food boxes for those recovering from Hurricane Dorian. I wish we could have done more. It was one of those moments where something that seemed very small went further than I ever thought it possibly could have.
As far as ‘why volunteer’ I’ve always thought that chances are very good that we all have skills that we take for granted, which are very, very helpful to others. Even if it’s packing boxes.
I was able to hit the treadmill near the end of the month and I hit my goal of running 6 miles in 60 minutes.
6 miles in 60 minutes was a huge, painful push for me this month. My entire body was screaming at me at the beginning and end of the 60 minutes. It really did NOT want to fit in those miles, it was yelling, crying, pleading for me to stop.
I hope that someday 6 in 60 becomes more of a baseline for me instead of a shining, mountainously triumphant goal. I’ll keep running and see. While I don’t use fitness apps, it’s worked for me to post these images in blogs so I can keep track of where I’m at and what I accomplish month-over-month.
This month, a new order of Newton Running Shoes arrived in the mail. When the box containing my Newtons arrived at our doorstep, the box was so light and airy that it felt almost like an empty box! That’s just how lightweight Newtons are.
That’s it for this short, short month! More soon. Until then, see you Space Cowboy …
Recently I was chatting with some friends about books we'd never finished, and I decided to turn this into a blog series!
Here is how I did with Remembrance of Things Past.
I started to read Proust's Remembrance of Things Past on a trans-Atlantic flight to Paris two years ago.
This would be romantic, right? Reading Proust en route to Paris! Plus, what else could I do on the plane - I didn’t have a computer or cell access, and had never been overseas before, so, why not Proust?
I made it about 3/4ths or 500 pages into the first volume.
The goal of the book seemed to be about remembering the past in detail, you know “Remembrance of Things Past” or “In Search of Lost Time” and all that, and so many zealous passages about paper lanterns, traveling across the French countryside, relatives who are ill, and other unavoidable parts of childhood.
The paper lantern was the most visually memorable part of the opening of the book for me, where imagining a child having a paper lantern 100 years ago, and it being the most interesting thing to the boy, is pretty wild. The paper lantern is always moving, and light and shapes emerge from it.
About 200 pages in, the narrator or Young Child in the book starts talking about Swann, and this is the interesting part - Swann is just some guy the narrator knew tangentially.
The narration moves into Swann’s life instead of the child’s life.
Swann meets a girl, Odette, that he just loves, falls head over heels with, because ... she looks like a painting he saw once? He's head over heels, only to find that she is bisexual and also dates many men, who sort of keep her afloat in an Instagram Sugar Daddy kind of situation, only again, this is 100 years ago.
Swann seems to meet up with Odette almost to prove to himself that she is real, even though each meeting hurts him because he wants himself to be ‘the only one’ and he's just not. Odette needs multiple relationships to keep up her rent and lifestyle. It’s as if each time he sees her, he can’t possibly believe she is bisexual, then he feels bad about it, then he sees her again anyways.
Finally, Swann gives up, because he sort of realizes she is just not the idealized woman that he had in mind. This is about when I gave up on the book and never finished it.
What’s sad is Swann could have just accepted that Odette would never be what he was expecting, but he couldn’t get out of his own way on this. And there are all kinds of other things happening like class structure and aristocracy and “you can’t be seen with that kind of woman” kind of things too.
The book may fool you, because it seems to be about a boy trying to remember every detail from his childhood, then it launches off into this total other Swann guy being a complete nerfball.
Never date someone based on a painting, I guess? It's possible that Swann makes the fatal mistake of mixing art and life. It's possible that Proust makes the mistake of mixing life, and life.
Or, mixing life and life is not a mistake. Perhaps, this is the point, where what we remember of others, or at least what they tell us, is the actual world.
The Remembrance of Things Past isn’t individualistic, it's a remembrance of a collective past. The literal translation of the book’s title: “In Search of Lost Time” is particularly poignant in Swann’s case.
Someday I hope to finish this book but I don't think I ever will.
I ended up donating it to our local Little Free Library. Good luck, next person!
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On a whim I went to the Bahamas with a friend of mine in February 2020! The trip was awesome. Here are my photos and places I went.
Clifton National Heritage is a pretty place to visit on Nassau - it’s on the very west side of the island. The best thing about Nassau is everything is about 15 mins of a drive.
Overall I couldn’t get over how blue and clear the water is, it was such a pretty turquoise that it almost did me in. I didn’t know what to expect in February, and it was perfect!
The photo above is from the more touristy area on the north part of the island. It was touristy, but not very busy at all in February.
I painted a bit while on Nassau and mostly went with Bahamas-inspired colors and abstract shapes.
The small gouache tubes ended up being great to travel with, each one was about half an ounce and full of color and each tube goes so far - I had about three separate palettes over the four day trip to make small abstracts in a notebook.
Here I am in the water at Jaws Beach, a very pretty place.
Jaws Beach was a cool place to visit to get away from the more tourist-packed areas, which weren’t that packed to begin with. They seemed eerily empty - I wasn’t sure if it was the off-season, the post-hurricane climate, Coronavirus travel scares, or a combination of all three.
I was surprised to find that the Casino Baha Mar mostly had free everything, free pools that you can bask by and a beach where you can hang out. I played some slot machines but did not win - I think if you play blackjack for a bit you have a good chance of making back anything you put in plus a bit extra to pay for drinks or souvenirs.
Here I am at the Baha Mar beach!
Baha Mar also has something that you’ll likely see in just about any feed of #bahamas instagram posts - this amazing swim-up aquarium where, yes, you can swim right up to a tank of amazing creatures. Sharks, turtles, stingrays, and blowfish were all in this tank. I ended up watching them for several minutes.
Aside from Baha Mar, the other big casino on Nassau, Atlantis, has many more aquariums and sea life that you can view. It was free to go in the casino and about $20 to get valet parking. There were some areas that were private but for the most part the entire casino can be explored.
The Atlantis Casino had … the biggest Chihuly sculptures I have ever seen.
Here I am thumbsuping in front of this massive Chihuly
Baha Mar had these very cool comic book and magazine bodices. I searched for the artist or a credit, but unfortunately could not find who made these. If anyone knows, let me know in the comments!
The koi pond at Baha Mar was also nice, the fish seemed very happy, lively, and even … friendly? They may have thought I had food…
Beaches are what I had in my head most of all when I thought of the Bahamas, and after actually going there, I realized there is much more to the place than just sandy beaches and bright, clear water. Most surprisingly, the jungle forests of the Bahamas were so fun to look at and be around. While I didn’t get much off-road hiking in, very old trees were alongside modern roads.
The island of Nassau had a feeling of the deep past, of explosive nature co-existing with laid-back communities.
I also got the chance to do some volunteering at the Bahamas Red Cross. My friends and I helped move some office equipment and Dengue posters/flyers, and also helped assemble boxes of food and supplies for families suffering the aftermath of Hurricane Dorian.
The Bahamas are a fantastic place to go, I loved every moment of it! It’s even a better place to go if you are an artist, super chill people and places, and ideas for your art!
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Welcome to the Sketchbook Confessional for January of 2020! Woo hoo #jewell2020 the future is here!
The Sketchbook Confessional is a place where I post and describe all of the art that I did in one month’s time, an effort to reel in the chaos of art and objectively know what I did and did not do.
Tilted Sun, my creator-owned one-woman epic sci-fi fantasy comic, reached 97 pages this month, and I placed the series on break to work on some other comics and projects! I’m very happy with finishing 97 pages of a comic on my own. There are many things I learned from this process of creation, and you can read them here.
Overall, if you ever feel like criticizing a comic or a movie or TV show, I would recommend that you try making your own, first. You will see and feel with your own two hands the idiosyncrasies of making HARD directorial decisions, editing, and creating things like shots and settings. Please know that comics artists, letterers, and editors do not get enough credit. Hug/message/support an artist near you today, while they are still alive!!
In other comics news I am cranking along on Crow Magnum, a collaboration between me and author Laurel McHargue! Crow Magnum is a small-town psychic thriller.
After journaling all of 2019 in a Hobonichi Techo journal, I ordered a 2020 Techo journal for this year. Last year I filled my journal with one-line events like meetings, dinners, or people I met on certain days. This year my goal is to journal in a more long-form way in my written/paper journal, in addition to these blogs, where I can fire off words on a keyboard much faster than on paper.
I started journaling seriously after I visited my grandpa’s house in Houston last year and realized he had all of these amazing journals that he had saved.
While his journals were not longform-written texts or detailed expositions of his day-to-day life, he did have written down events of each day, people he’d met, meetings, and projects he was working on as an executive at Shell.
I thought about how great it would be to have a decade of journals, physical pieces of paper about time, and I decided to go with the Techo as my journal of choice year-over-year.
My Dad is also a journaler, though we don’t know the extent of his journals yet, he has mentioned in many letters to me that he only wishes he had started journaling earlier in his life.
On Marc’s side of the family, we have access to family letters and documents going back as far as the Civil War, including this mysterious book from one of Marc’s ancestors where the ancestor says you may peruse his book of photos, but you must add your own photo to the book:
https://twitter.com/beckyjewell/status/1114529776906264576?s=20
(That book should really be in a museum!) Seeing it made me realize that journaling is a good idea, no matter what time you live in, and no matter who you are. At some point, it all adds up, and at some point, journals, like art, like letters, are all we have about life.
My Grandpa of journaling legend passed away on the morning of January 30th, 2020. After getting a call from my mom at about 9:30 in the morning, I returned from my office in Crystal City to my home. I sat in my art studio, reading and re-reading messages and posts about grandpa from many cousins, aunts, uncles, and extended family members.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door from the mailman - I signed for the package, which contained the 2020 Techo from Japan that I had ordered. It was like some kind of sign - as if fate was saying ‘Keep track of this, you must remember. ’
I was so lucky to see my Grandpa last year in Houston. He was all smiles and very at peace.
Grandpa was so transcendently intelligent and before-his-time that the world almost didn't know what to do with him. He skipped grades, he passed every test, he ended up being not just an executive, but an engineering executive. I still remember looking at some of his mathematics books in the attic of his house in Houston, and just being blown away. That, and finding a slide rule lying around in a closet, and I start to have the smallest glimmers of just how bright he was.
All of that and he was so incredibly kind, and loved his family. He surprised everyone! On the surface, he just looked like this smiley dude, but if he touched your life for just a second, you'd walk away smarter and better. He was a champion for anyone in his life. In his final year, he could still describe in perfect detail memories like his first date with Grandma, people he met in Hiroshima after the bomb dropped, my Mom's first steps as a baby, and memories of his own mother struggling through The Depression.
One of my best accomplishments as a teenage artist was making paintings for my Grandpa of some of his travels, and he would walk by the painting in his house each day. The best art is this way - it is a part of life.
We will miss you, grandpa, King of our Hearts.
I ended up getting a cold midmonth - I sat in bed for three days and read a few more books than usual as I eagerly awaited getting back on my feet.
Reading: I finished Reboot by Jerry Colonna and also a classic by Susie Moore: What if it Does Work Out? Both of these books are great if you are a leader or entrepreneur - Reboot is better for you if you’re a Director/VP/CEO or executive in charge of a team.
I really liked Jerry’s writing about deep emotional work as a leader and as a coach of leaders - and I wish there were more books like Reboot, but I don’t think there ever will be. It’s unique. 10/10 would read again, and though I want to give away my copy to a friend, I also want to reread it myself as time goes on.
I attended one of Susie Moore’s webinars a long time ago about blog writing, and I found her to be a fun and exciting speaker, so I figured I would read her book. The book is the same way - it’s fun and helpful to read. The very title of the book screams optimism, “What if it Does Work Out” is like asking yourself “What’s the BEST that can happen?” Even if you’re not itching to develop a side hustle, the side hustle “What’s the best that can happen?” mentality is worth adopting if you’re into Servant Leadership, leading from abundance, and stepping people/ideas out of negativity patterns.
I also read Man’s Search for Meaning immediately afterwards, which becomes a good read because no matter how bad your life may be, you will probably find yourself spared the misery of a concentration camp. There are moments of honesty in the first part of this book about human nature that put a lot of things in perspective, and will also just expand gratefulness.
In the second part of Man’s Search for Meaning, the author goes into his actual field of study, a type of psychology called ‘logotherapy’ which still feels very pertinent today. I’d never run into this kind of thinking before. It seems to be refreshing in ways that are strikingly modern, a compelling counter to Freud and Jung. Meaning is very much still the final frontier of modern life - not many people have it or have enough of it.
A friend at work gifted me the Broken Earth Trilogy by N.K. Jemisin. I’m only through Book 1 and wow, fantastic. If you are into Sci Fi/Fantasy and you are not reading these books, you are missing out. I can’t say much else without spoilers, just read them if you haven’t!
I loved most of all N.K. Jemisin’s afterward, where she wrote so transparently of her writing process and even struggle. The book itself is like an ice skater, it looks so fantasticly perfect and intricate, yet from what I take from Jemisin’s afterward, it was years of hard work and effort. As artists, I think it is important to talk about when things are hard. Otherwise it just looks like we are dancing through life, pumping out novels like magical faeries. We are more like shadow faeries who just don’t give up. Haha.
Earlier this month I started seriously hitting the treadmill, and, I only hit the treadmill because it is still a bit glum in Washington DC. Otherwise I’d be running outside.
I find the treadmill and workouts with my personal trainer help me keep cheerier than I would be otherwise, and I have more energy to crank through the day and get stuff done.
I hit the treadmill so hard that I ended up getting that cold, and, in the words of Ru Paul, “Catching a Cold is your body’s way of saying, Bitch, you need to sit yo’ ass down.” So I sat down for a while and ended up playing and reading all of the materials detailed above. I wish I could have worked out more, but I was deep in a Theraflu state of mind.
I did recover end-of-month and reached 5.83 miles in 60 minutes on January 28th, very close to my goal of 6 miles in 60 minutes. Eventually I want to run a paced half marathon and other races, not just do the race but do well in my own little lane.
Treadmill stats on 1/28/2020
It helped me to start thinking harder about exercise in November of 2019 - it’s nice to remember that you don’t have to wait for a new year to go after something you want, like fitness, better relationships, or having more fun. There’s something special about every month of the year, too. Now is always a good time.
Until next month, ra!
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Photos I took of Akihabara while visiting Japan in 2019! It took me a while to publish these - so much fun.
footage of me trying to get into the Ghibli museum in Tokyo
On the day I went to visit Akihabara, I took a train earlier in the morning to the Ghibli museum on the other side of Tokyo. Sadly I couldn’t get into the museum because I had no advance tickets. It was like that moment in Final Fantasy 9 where Vivi can’t get into the opera because his tickets are fake.
With sad feelings of “No Tickets for You” I went to Akihabara in a sort of dejected state, only to fall in love with it deeply. It was like getting romantically rejected by the prom king only to find out that the raver kid writing poems in the corner of class is The Actual Fucking Best. I went back to Akihabara two more times in my ten-day trip to Tokyo.
Inside the shops in Akihabara there was just … so … much … stuff. I couldn’t believe how many things there were, how many characters I didn’t recognize.
I felt like I had gone into a coma and while I was sleeping, Pokemon had been invented, pogs had come and gone, and Harry Potter had gone through all seven books, but I hadn’t been around for any of it, and all of it was coming at me like a Hokusai tsunami of pop culture. I didn’t have a chance and ended up spending something like $500 on things that I do not understand.
I like the things I bought, but I don’t know exactly why!
One of my favorite things I bought in Akihabara was this acrylic stand of Miku, a hologram music performer. Let’s see, how can I explain this …?
Miku is a hologram, but she is kind of like a person, she is an entity, and she was involved in some kind of popup for a race car promotion so naturally I fell in love with ‘Racing Miku.’ Just the fact that she existed made me happy. With Racing Miku on my desk, I feel like I have won some kind of award, the award of trying to understand what Racing Miku is.
In the words of the King in Katamari, Akihabara has a lot of things, yes. I wrote more at length about different parts of Akihabara in the blog below:
Comics and manga culture, and how art is alive in Akihabara:
https://beckyjewellart.com/blog/2019/4/2/animate-in-akihabara
And in other moments all I did was take photos, like this Dragon Quest themed store.
I also loved Harajuku and many yen departed my wallet there.
Welcome to December 2019’s Sketchbook Confessional!
The Sketchbook Confessional is a place where I post and describe all of the art that I did in one month’s time, an effort to reel in the chaos of art and objectively know what I did and did not do.
December is a bit of a glum time in DC/Maryland/Virginia so I ended up subliminally drawing a lot of artwork with eye-melting bright colors.
When making the piece above, I was thinking about Disney movies and how princesses always have this part where they sing and they are surrounded by friendly animals, like Ariel and Flounder in The Little Mermaid, or like Belle and her horse and other farm animals in Beauty and the Beast.
I began thinking wow, life sure is not like that at all, most animals are pretty rough - the animal kingdom is often as cruel as ours. Even birds can be absolutely terrifying. So, I envisioned a princess who makes friends with predators. Weasels, snakes, tigers, hyenas - all of these are the ‘evil’ or ‘bad’ animals of pop culture, but why? What if we could be friends with the ‘bad’ animals, and, what if they aren’t really that bad? It’s not their fault they’re eels.
The four-winged vulture was just one I threw in there because, you know.
This month I also did a bunch of art from Die Hard! There’s a full mini blog of these drawings here:
I was lucky to get a large iPad Pro for Christmas from Marc. He looked into Wacom and other tablets, and the ipad eventually won out . I have a smaller 2018 iPad Pro 2 that I won, miraculously, by playing blackjack, somehow?
While I love my mini iPad for riding on the metro, I’ve named my 12.9 inch Big Boi and it stays at home with me in the studio, planted on a stand. The real estate of the larger screen does matter - I already feel like a more powerful artist who can see quite a bit better. There’s no parallax and the drag is perfect. No need for a screen protector or drag-enhancer to make production art.
The first thing I made on my new ipad pro 2
Tilted Sun is finishing the year at 92 pages. It’s become a bit of a Russian Doll of stories, with characters experiencing the thoughts and memories of other characters as time goes by. The year’s final panel of Tilted Sun:
I feel very happy with how Tilted Sun is turning out. There’s always more to be said and done, and none of it is full circle yet, but I’m glad I just started and just kicked the tires on making comics instead of waiting for a publisher or a kickstarter or someone in the industry to say yes. I’d recommend this approach to anyone. If you want to make something, just do it.
Tilted Sun is my science fiction/fantasy comic of absolute creative freedom, where I can talk about anything, and it turned out to be a place where I talk about computers and technology. At this time in 2019-soon-to-be-2020, computers are something that are fully integrated into our lives. In Tilted Sun everything is just a bit further along, where computers are absolutely entangled with people and also the natural world. That’s about as much as I can say without spoiling it. :) You know I love surprises.
One of my friends said to me lately “Scott Adams did computer stuff and made Dilbert, and you made … this”. There are so many absurd, funny, heartbreaking moments in working with computers, but there is also so many fabulous, ‘I-can’t-believe-we-made-that-work'' moments. Maybe I haven’t had my heart broken enough yet, but I think I actually have, over and over again, and this is what I do anyways.
I think the best art comes when artists are fully in their own world and producing what they truly want to produce. Commissions are great, but the best thing you could ever do with an extremely talented artist is just hire them and say “Make whatever you want to make” and turn them loose on a project. The best people I’ve worked with have done this for me, and I’m grateful.
I’ve started putting up more posts about my comics-creation process on Instagram. Since I save everything I do, I figured Instagram would be a good platform to show some of the work that goes into the final product.
To fire off 1000-word microblogs on Instagram, I use an app called Later to type out posts on a computer with a full keyboard. Later has helped me save a bunch of time, because I can type faster than I can tap, and since posts are scheduled I can block out an hour and get posts done for an entire week, and not spend as much time fussing over Instagram. It also has a cool planner function so you can see how your spread of posts will look. This is important since I’m trying to be more consistent and make blocks of consistent content in sets of three - for example, three lifestyle posts, three drawings, and three paintings.
Why do all this planning around Instagram? I started working harder on Instagram because I realized my Instagram profile actually gets as many visits as this website. It’s a pretty fun place to engage and I do an occasional livestream there so ff to follow if you aren’t already: https://www.instagram.com/beckyjewell/
This website is a great place for high-level tutorials, 4000-word journals, longevity, and step-by-step writeups on art tools, but for everything else, for everything new, Instagram is great.
I’m watching a bunch of Death Stranding and made some fanart of the part where Norman Reedus puts on the dreamcatcher necklace. A couple of my friends messaged me to say that Death Stranding reminded them a lot of Tilted Sun, just in a darker sense. I do see the similarities - the main character is named Sam, and there are all kinds of unexplained mysteries and concepts. I was so flattered by these messages because even if Death Stranding is a bit opaque to me, Hideo Kojima is an artist’s artist.
The game started creating a pretty eerie feeling in me since I live in Maryland-shy-of-DC and the scenes about presidentiality and goverment started to feel very close to home. I think this is just part of living somewhere iconic - movies like Independence Day and National Treasure have a new tint to them if DC is your home, it’s like romantic background noise that you’re trying to cut through as you’re stuck in DC traffic or on the metro.
I am not going to lie, I do NOT understand Death Stranding at all, but I am onboard to try to understand it. Maybe understanding isn’t the point, and though sci-fi audiences deeply want to ‘get’ and ‘know’ and be experts of scifi universes, there are some parts of both life and fiction that just won’t make any sense, or, some that will depend on you to piece things together.
I’m not sure when scifi got so explaination-heavy, or when it became an expectation that everything had to be logical or planned. It might even be remake-culture at work, where we are so used to certain universes that, the second that something new comes along in pop culture, we can barely handle it in a critical way.
It’s like when the most gleaming, dazzling minds of my life call artwork and stories ‘property’ or ‘content.’ The part of me that loves what is wild and free just reels. It just reels.
Well yes, December has been pretty glum, weatherwise, in the DMV, so I’ve been hitting the treadmill at the gym. I’m ramping up in confidence and am just running for about an hour in a sportsbra and leggings, pumping the jams on Spotify. What’s good about the gym and jams is it keeps me in a good mood even if the weather is miserable. Occasionally I will run hills in our neighborhood in Maryland just to get some out-of-the-gym chaotic experience.
I’m still working with a personal trainer once per week, which absolutely kicks my ass, but its moving me in a good direction artwise. When I work out midday, I find that I have more energy when I get home and I crank through more artwork than I would have otherwise. I’m not a get-up-early person anymore, so, midday workouts seem to be what I can do in my current life in a way that makes sense.
Until next time, Space Cowboys … let’s DO THIS 2020!! I love you all!!
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Sketchbook Confessional November 2019
Sketchbook Confessional October 2019
Sketchbook Confessional September 2019
Who wrote this?
Have you ever had a friend who is very direct, yet unjudgmental?
David Goggins is the to-the-point friend that we all need.
Early in ‘Can’t Hurt Me’, Goggins has reached a breaking point of misery and suffering as an overweight pest-control technician. He looks in his bathroom mirror and tells himself “You’re fat.” (Among other blatant call-outs).
Throughout ‘Can’t Hurt Me’ Goggins refuses to lie to himself, and, therefore, you know he’s not lying to you.
This is what is so magnetizing and great about Can’t Hurt Me. You get the feeling Goggins is doing something revolutionary by the most direct path of all. He’s not being trollingly-judgemental towards vague groups of people in a way that we are used to seeing in blogs and other self-help books. No comments about millennials or boomers or kids in this book. No comments about things we can’t control. He aims his judgement and action entirely at the one thing he can change: himself.
Ken Chlouber has a famous saying surrounding the Leadville 100 “You can do more than you think you can.”
The simplicity and enormity of the quote is also David Goggin’s belief in Can’t Hurt Me - Goggins believes that most of us are only doing 40% of what we are really capable of. You can do more than you think you can, and where our mind thinks we are at 100% capacity, we’re really only at 40% capacity.
In Can’t Hurt Me Goggins goes into the mental pitfalls of being “The Only” as in, the only black person, the only woman, the only gay person. Being The Only means it is super easy to see yourself as a victim or as special, but you can’t let let the mentality set in - you can jump into the 60% and keep going despite being The Only.
In Goggin’s case, not only is he is often The Only, but he comes from a world of pain. Goggin’s early life is punctuated with abuse after abuse from his father. It’s horrific, intentional abuse - something of the past, something he can’t ever change. So he changes himself, and his future. His take is that If he can mentally rise above, we all can.
And yes, wow, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been The Only woman in school or in art, and in my professional life or wherever - I think at some point in life, everyone is The Only of some kind. It’s nice to turn the course of action back towards self, back towards what can be done rather than what can’t be done.
After reading Can’t Hurt Me, I definitely wanted to know more about this person - I wanted to breathe and live in the Goggins mentality as much as I could. Luckily, I’m far from the only one, and there is an expansive Goggins universe of podcasts and Youtube videos out there.
It’s been great to follow David Goggins on Instagram, where he will write surprising at-length blogs on each photo post, and is impressively delivering his messages in video form while doing jumprope or running on a treadmill. I find his feed so different, so compelling. I can barely livestream on Instagram without getting out of breath, so I admire how Goggins can run and jump and also talk at the top of his lungs.
I knew I had found a home on Instagram with David Goggins when he put up a post and said, Hey, sometimes, you might be saying “They don’t like me because I am xyz” but it could also be because you’re just not good enough!
It’s this kind of self-ass-kicking that I gravitate towards, and I think most people who like David Goggins like the same thing about him.
Because ultimately, I know I can’t change thousands of years of sexism or racism or homophobia, I can’t change how people perceive art as an idea, but I can change my mental take on it all. Goggins did it, so, I can change myself and my own life. Which is the paradox and the truth - by changing yourself, you change the world.
Goggins gives us the chance to transcend anything - abuse, being The Only, health conditions - via self-accountability and undeniably excellent. Sometimes you’re fat. Sometimes you’re wrong. Sometimes you have to get back up. This, and the 40% rule is the most hopeful message I can fathom when adversity is high.
I also like how Goggins deals with his haters and naysayers, too, where he says to “step out of hate,” because hate dearly wishes to engage you. Stepping towards hate is letting it get closer to winning.
Every now and then, I’ll get an occasional hater on the internet - they’re usually faceless (no profile photo, bogus username). And I will think to myself “I can’t believe I have done everything I have done and gotten so far in life and art, and now a faceless person with no name is yelling at me, calling me names, telling me I am this or that.”
Whenever I tell my friends about my haters, they almost can’t believe I have haters. Why would I have haters? I’m not controversial. I don’t tell people what to do or how to live their lives. I make space fantasy comics and paintings of cats.
But it’s the same for David Goggins - he doesn’t tell people what to do or how to live their lives - he just does it, he is an action-taker first, a speaker second. He still has haters.
Sometimes people just hate you for existing. In Can’t Hurt Me and in the Goggins world, it’s patently true that haters will find you for having done nothing other than existing beyond where you were statistically expected to exist. Sometimes you exist, and people get mad or jealous, and it is 8000% always about them, not you. That’s why I am in the Goggins court of living heroically in your own ever-expansive lane. I’m cool with looking at myself in the mirror and saying “You’re lazy” when I haven’t done a marathon yet, or finished an art project.
There’s really nothing else to do, except the remaining 60%.
It was no surprise to me when Goggins ended up running the Leadville 100 near the end of Can’t Hurt Me, and that the main thing he had to say about the town was meeting the people there who had traveled far to see him run. He’s touring the country almost constantly, running ultra races and races that didn’t even exist five years ago. In both his life and philosophy, he is on a kind of grand tour of transcending limits. The Goggins universe may not be for everyone, but there’s no reason it can’t be.
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Plein Air Painting in Leadville
Sketchbook Confessional November 2019
Who wrote this?
Die Hard, Draw Harder.
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Welcome to November 2019’s Sketchbook Confessional, where I get all of the art out of my system.
The Sketchbook Confessional is a place where I post and describe all of the art that I did in one month’s time, an effort to reel in the chaos of art and objectively know what I did and did not do.
Tilted Sun: I cranked quite a bit on Tilted Sun, it’s almost moving as fast as I want it to. How the comic works at this point is that I have characters, places, ideas about technology and life, and Things to Say, and weaving them together is what takes most of the time. I’ll make basically a ‘key page’ and retroactively work back from the key page I am trying to get to. I’m doubling down on working on environments, since I am pretty weak at thinking about places, furniture, interiors from a visual development standpoint.
I like faces, not places
But there’s so much to be had in little details! Like if you truly care about a character you’ve made, surely they need a pouch to carry their items in, or they need a coat because it’s cold. Or they prefer sneakers because they run, as opposed to boots because they plod.
The energy that goes into thinking about outfit details or accessories or interior design doesn’t really come up if you’re not working on original characters, so that’s where a lot of the effort goes.
It sounds really relaxing to draw Batman right now because I know what Batman looks like and I know a bunch of his accessories - I don’t have to reinvent the wheel. This is why doing fan art as an artist or working with existing characters is such a mental break. Seriously drawing a hero after working on your own OC and original characters feels like prismacoloring a relaxing-AF coloring book about butterflies at this point. It’s like, hey man, you don’t have to re-envision Wolverine. You could, but you don’t have to.
I’ve found that using a lighter line weight helps me move more quickly as an artist. I was once pretty attached to these thick black lines, but the problem with those is that if you make the slightest squiggle, it looks pretty bad. A lighter weight or a thinner line is much better and helps me draw more quickly. I suppose it’s the difference between drawing like Moebius or drawing like Mike Allred - both amazing artists, one just has a thinner line and the other has a much thicker line.
There were some moments in making Tilted Sun where I captured the full process of each panel, like below. I really am attached to the initial pencils and the whole time while making these, I find myself working to bring life to the inks and colors in a way that honors the pencils. Maybe I should just do a whole book in pencil someday.
Reading:
I read Can’t Hurt Me by David Goggins and also Super Attractor by Gabrielle Bernstein, but I only made it through the first half of Super Attractor. So, wow! Yes, if you want to go on the self-help rollercoaster ride of your life, read these two books immediately back-to-back and call me.
I like the thoughts and efforts behind Super Attractor but as soon as the author started talking about summoning archangels to help you with your problems, I just couldn’t get there. I couldn’t get on the Archangel boat with Gabby. Maybe it works for some people, but I feel the David Goggins thing more closely, running hundreds of miles seems more accessible than archangels. This is the great thing about our world, you can kind of just choose what works best for you.
Can’t Hurt Me is a good read for any artist since Goggins is a person of extremity. I guess it’s so easy to give up on art, or to give up on anything - your business, yourself - when the circumstances are bad, or chances are slim. For Goggins, giving up is as hard as going further. I’m a fan of this book and following David Goggins on Instagram because he does the exact opposite of most coddling self-help books. Some of his posts say “Hey, sometimes you’re just not good enough.” Harsh but true, and, he’s not mean about it. For the entire book, he transforms by relentlessly confronting himself and he doesn’t bash other people. He stays in his lane of self-focus without being selfish or pompous. It’s liberating. I’m absolutely magnetized by it.
Playing:
I played almost no video games in November but I did get a bit more into DnD with a couple campaigns rolling right along. In one campaign, sadly my carefully-thought-out elf instantly died by getting one-shotted by some ochre jelly. I’m not good at surviving DnD but I get lost in the art and ideas in the books. Playing DnD when you are a fantasy artist is like going to see a band and the lead guitarist plays the exact same guitar that you do. I like the world-building aspect of DnD as well, where in Magic the Gathering the card art is phenomenal but you don’t get a sense of the environment or exactly ‘where’ all the combat is happening, on top of ‘why’. (Plains, swamp? For some reason?) Why are there 300 mushrooms taking on an enchantress deck? Anyhow the narrative aspects of DnD draw me in, plus, you’re not piling a beatdown on everyone, it’s more an operation of working together. It’s like improv, with elves.
Working Out:
I’m adding a new part to Sketchbook Confessionals: what I’m doing physically!
Art and exercise have always been integrated for me, and to write about art without writing about what I’m up to in the gym seems unfair somehow. Most artists I know are not just sitting at a desk all day - they’re out running, playing sports, or at dance class - and if they’re not, they sort of want to be.
This month I joined up at my local gym and am doing Zumba and also Personal Training once per week. What captured me on both is that I found that after each workout, I’d be excited to go home and work on art, and I’d work for longer amounts of time instead of just falling asleep.
Usually I’m into running for miles on end into some kind of blue delerium, but I think the dance classes and strength training will add to the mix in a positive way.
I did do a 2009-to-2019 post too, here it is.
I was making massive art in 2009 and had relative success with paintings, success at that time meaning I sold a few paintings here and there for $300 - $1500. It sounds great but if you only sell three paintings per year, well … Also in 2009, I would overwhelm people with 30 ft paintings, which were impossible to get installed at local galleries until finally they found a spot at Norlin Library at CU Boulder.
Here I am in 2010 with one of the paintings I made in 2009 - Norlin Library at the University of Colorado, Boulder
Going big with art was great, I’d do it again in a heartbeat and am not sure why I stopped. It is a bit hard when the show is over and you have to roll up your painting and put it in a basement, but, the painting above got a good three years of time at Norlin Library and, I don’t know, probably tens of thousands of people saw it.
Crushing it on Big Art is kind of like the David Goggins thing where you think you’re doing as much as you can, but in reality you’re only doing 40% of what you are truly capable of.
Most of what I make these days is enclosed in an iPad, which does save time and space and produces previously unimaginable colors. Even if it all seems stuck in a computer, there’s always the internet. At least, no matter what happens with our world as far as tech, art is real.
Until next time, Space Cowboys! Let’s do our best.
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Sketchbook Confessional September 2019
Sketchbook Confessional August 2019
Sketchbook Confessional July 2019
Who wrote this?
I’m a painter, I make comics, and sometimes I do computer stuff!
- Becky Jewell
Welcome to another Sketchbook Confessional, where I get all of the art out of my system.
The Sketchbook Confessional is a place where I post and describe all of the art that I did in one month’s time, an effort to reel in the chaos of art and objectively know what I did and did not do.
Art:
I made mini oil paintings to just ‘get something down’ .
I also drew a lot of cats in October for a fun upcoming project!
In other cat creations, I collaborated with my friend Kate to make the above piece of a Sphinxian Riddle Moment. I liked the original sketch Kate made and just had to color it. The piece at the top of this blog has similar vibes - there’s something magnificent in the onlooker who gazes upon a terrible beast.
Reading/Watching/Playing
I’m still playing Octopath Traveler and Breath of the Wild, and am making many drawings from BoTW for reference, like these drawings of Link’s boots!
Travel:
I went to Milwaukee for my cousin’s wedding and picked out some of my favorite paintings from the Milwaukee Art Museum. The MAM was great and I’d recommend that you absolutely go if you ever find yourself in Milwaukee.
This month I wanted so badly to do Inktober, but I just didn’t. I had too many other projects on the table which took precedence. It’s too bad, usually with art, the more you make, the more you make, but not this October.
Until next time, Space Cowboys! Let’s do our best.
Related Blogs:
Sketchbook Confessional September 2019
Sketchbook Confessional August 2019
Sketchbook Confessional July 2019
Who wrote this?
I’m a painter, I make comics, and sometimes I do computer stuff!
- Becky Jewell
It’s a sign of intelligence to use your hands gesturally in public speaking.
Hands and gestures are a huge component of speaking in a compelling way. Think about the last public speaker you saw who kept their hands in their pockets, and you’ll probably be thinking about an awkward, weird speech.
We laugh when we hear stories about hand models, yet, people really do care, a lot, about hands!
Drawing believable hands is as important as drawing a believable face, as important as a voice - without believable hands, the whole thing isn’t believable.
Here are some ideas and toolsets that I hope you will find useful for drawings hands that are expressive, and drawing feet that are believable.
And what about, gulp, feet?
Sometimes I have nightmares where I am sent to a gulag and am forced to draw feet all day.
Every time I look at a foot - my foot, your foot, the foot of the most beautiful person on earth, the foot of the ugliest person on earth - I think to myself “How did this thing ever evolve?”
Feet are full of tiny little complex bones and really they make no sense at all. To learn to draw them I have to power forward at them, overcome my fear of feet, and draw them in isolation:
So where do you find hands and feet to draw? How do you get good at drawing them? I think it’s a matter of repetition for me, and, finding good sources for models. If you asked me to draw a hand right now I could draw one, but I’d prefer to actually look at a hand and draw one instead of just mentally fabricating one.
1. Model hands and feet yourself.
Aside from always having your non-dominant hand as something that can be drawn, or even your drawing hand. I draw my hands all the time and take photos of my hands to draw from. This works most of the time, except when I need to draw VERY MANLY hands, or small hands, or Hulk fists or basically any hand that doesn’t look like my hands.
The same goes for feet - though it is weird to take pictures of your feet all day, stranger things have been done in the name of art.
2. Ask a friend to model.
The problem with having your hands and your feet are… you only ever have one type. You have masculine hands, feminine hands, in-the-middle hands, hobbit hands, or just plain hands. Eventually you will need a friend if you ever want to draw a different kind of hand. Oddly, modeling art from ourselves or from one model too often can result in art that is pinned too closely into one style (See: Same-Face Syndrome.) You probably don’t want all of your characters to have the same hands, unless you’re drawing a comic about clones, or something.
3. Read comic books, watch movies, play games
There are 8 billion of us out there and about 16 billion hands, and there are even more on the internet and in pop culture like comics, games, and movies.
Movies are good for capturing and practicing drawing hand poses. Just hit the play button a movie you’ve seen dozens of times and pause it throughout, and draw the hands you see. This works well for body poses, feet, guns, anything that challenges you. It’s good to not do it too much though with the same movie, or your audience will slowly and surely start to recognize that most of your art looks a lot like poses from Die Hard.
Games are a treasure trove for finding poses, because most games are about moving a person through a world. Take Breath of the Wild for instance - Link’s feet are angled here in a way that is useful for modeling a scene, because, well, he is in a scene. He is at a sparkly fairy fountain, and I find myself fully believing in the reality of the fountain due to how firmly his feet are planted on the fountain shore. I believe in Link’s feet, I believe in the trees, the cliffside - I believe in the fountain.
I used the character screen of Breath of The Wild to make some drawings of Link’s boots, and from there, added some basic shapes in colors so that I could get a good idea of the structure of the boots. When it comes to drawing feet well, I’m a pauper, like the homeless guy on the side of the road with a cardboard sign that says Anything Helps. In this case, the colorful shapes help.
4. The Handy app
It’s a funny name for an app but it has a hand model that you can use to pose. This app is great if you don’t have someone nearby to help you model, or if your significant other is tired of being your hand model, or if you’re playing a game to gather up hand poses, but Link never makes the hand pose you are looking for.
At first I thought there was no foot aspect to Handy, it being named Handy and all — it turns out that I mentally repressed the fact that there were hundreds of foot poses available. I haven’t personally tried drawing or tracing from these but they look promising.
Not recommended:
Pinterest: Be extremely careful with Pinterest tutorials. Some are good, some are extremely bad. Use your best judgement and go forth, but, with several, several pinches of salt!
Google Images: Though it is something that can be done on a rainy day, I’d recommend against Googling for hands, such as ‘Hand holding apple’ or ‘hand holding onto ledge’ because there will be so many disappointing stock photos that, if you’re anything like me, you’ll get mentally fatigued. Or, you’ll start laughing at the stock photos and start posting them on Twitter or texting them to your few remaining friends, or facepalming because you’ve plunged into some kind of previously unknown misery, where none of our ancestors were ever genetically prepared to have their retinas bombarded by scroll after scroll of emotionally dead hand poses.
So there you have it! Everything that I know about drawing hands and feet. I hope this blog helps you out with some tools and ideas on how to draw hands that look like hands!
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Recently I found myself in Wisconsin for my cousin’s wedding.
Landing at the Milwaukee airport late Friday night, my husband Marc and I hustled off the plane, prepared to race to the pickup area. Marc and I clock in at 6’3 and 5’11 respectively, and are insufferable long-legged fast walkers - we like to get to where we are going as quickly as we can.
Only, there was no reason to rush, no crowds to transcend or beat to the baggage claim. MKE was absolutely empty, bereft of other travelers. I looked over my shoulder a couple times and thought “Where is everyone?” and other strange parallel-world thoughts materialized in my head: “Am I on a show? Is everyone about to jump out from behind a trash can and surprise us?”
I guess that’s what happens when you go straight from east coast urban life to the midwest.
While we waited for our Lyft driver to pick us up, I almost lifted my phone to take a photo of the absolutely unpeopled pickup area. It would have been Hopperian, only there was not a single soul, not a single lone person who would have been the Nighthawks couple of Hopper’s splendor. Just nobody.
Before the wedding (congrats cousin!!) we made our way to the Milwaukee Musuem of Art, definitely a cool place and with parking so cheap (6 dollars!), so empty, and so available, that my constricted heart valves relaxed and blood flowed more smoothly through my stressed little soul.
The museum is home to a couple outstanding pop artist pieces. It’s not the worst or best Warhol or Lichtenstein, but they’re among the more dramatic, more romantic pieces from each.
Hiding in a more dimly-lit corner of the third floor, a room of Andrew Wyeth, Norman Rockwell, and of all things Kay Sage in one room. Kay Sage is pretty rare for me to see in the wild, where her partner Yves Tanguy shows up much more commonly.
The Norman Rockwell was good but this painting from Andrew Wyeth stole the show:
I died over this painting. The woman’s expression, her simple yet striking dress, and her incredibly delicate hand against the wall speaks more truth than anything else on the entire floor. There was so much power in this painting - like a painting that glows on the wall. It’s one of the most beautiful paintings I have ever seen.
The Milwaukee Art Museum has more art and more contemporary art than you’d think. It gives art more space than most museums in the west, and it puts new and old on the same floor. An O’Keefe sits just a couple steps away from an Olafur Eliasson. It’s worth a visit if you’re in Milwaukee for any reason, and even if you’re not in Milwaukee.
Welcome to another Sketchbook Confessional, where I get all of the art out of my system.
The Sketchbook Confessional is a place where I post and describe all of the art that I did in one month’s time, an effort to reel in the chaos of art and objectively know what I did and did not do.
I drew on my iPad on the Washington D.C. Metro as the train carried me away back and forth across the Potomac each weekday. For some reason this month, I had a lot of seatmates who were fans of art and who asked me questions about art.
This doesn’t always happen! Usually people are a bit more shy and watch me draw with a couple flicks of the eye and they go back to playing Bejeweled as the car goes screaming past the Pentagon. Either way, it was nice to meet some people on the train. One fellow rider told me I should be a tattoo artist, and I thought yeah! I could design tattoos, just not jab them into people.
The stabilizer tool in Clip Studio Paint does a good job of letting me draw even, smooth lines even as the metro car jolts and jives.
So, I stuck to simplicity when drawing and drew pretty repetitive things, like these crystals:
As I was having pretty much the busiest professional month of the year, I realized that I’d kept kicking the re-release date of Tilted Sun into the future, and that there would never be a perfectly good time to relaunch it. Like every point on a sphere being equidistant from the center, every time would be a bad time, so I might as well relaunch at will.
If every day is total chaos, why not do it today?
And so on September 10, Tilted Sun went live again! 75 pages of Tilted Sun are now out in the world.
If you haven’t read, start at page 1: https://www.tiltedsun.com/comic-1/2018/5/5/page-1
New pages update every Tuesday and Thursday and you can check the newest page on TiltedSun.com any day. <3
Alex and Lambda the cat from Tilted Sun
In September I also worked on more drawings with themes of love and romance.
And, I kept up some practice on hands and other challenging things to draw, like glasses. Ever try to draw glasses? Holy smokes.
I’d never seen so many tourists in such a small place. Online guides all mentioned that it would be crowded and that parking offsite was the best thing to do, and I didn’t quite believe it until I was riding into the city on a bus packed with 40 other people from various countries, India, China, Europe, all to see Harper’s Ferry.
The floor at SPX
I also went to Small Press Expo, or SPX! I spent wayyy too much money, or, the way I see it, the exact right amount of money on amazing creations from indie artists and authors.
It was so great to meet new and old internet friends and also a few comic artists I’d been following for years. Super to meet Henry Barajas, Tom Siddell (Gunnerkrigg Court, bottom right) and Chloe Giroux (bookmark to the right is from her!).
The panel at SPX with Jessica Abel about working efficiently and organizing your time was amazing. The full title was “Butt in the Chair: How to ensure your comics projects get the love they deserve.”
Of all the comic book topics you could talk about at a convention, a seminar about being diligently organized probably doesn’t seem like the most exciting thing on the planet, but it was the most energizing panel I’ve ever attended. It was even better than learning how to draw Ninja Turtles.
Abel's approach to documenting time and responsibilities was the most realistic take I'd ever seen on art life - way more realistic than hoping for a savior project, or cranking out grueling, unattainable hours under a #neversleep mentality. One of her slides is below: "You act your way into thinking differently. You can't think your way into acting differently.”
The headliner event for Saturday evening was a panel between Chris Ware and Eddie Campbell. It was a pretty funny conversation, I remember a moment where Eddie Campbell said he was in the process of coloring From Hell and had to keep himself from fixing 'mistakes' or what he perceived to be mistakes. Chris Ware was great. He described some idiosyncracies of artist life where at one point his wife found him on the couch as he was sewing mockup dolls for Jimmy Corrigan and was busy stitching together doll clothes. I think most artists relate with these kinds of moments, where what you are doing makes perfect, logical sense in your art world, but to the rest of the world, it just looks like you are agonizing over tiny brown pants.
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I’m a painter, I make comics, and sometimes I do computer stuff!
- Becky Jewell
This Jullian easel has been with me for almost 15 years as it was a high school graduation present from my dad to me. It’s heavy, but it carries everything. Whenever anyone asks me how I became so fit, sometimes I want to answer “Painting” but I know they wouldn’t take me seriously, so I usually tell them I am just genetically blessed. There’s a part in van Gogh’s letters to Theo where Vincent is basically beaming at the fact that his doctor mistakes him for an iron worker. It’s something no one would believe after years of being pummeled by ‘art is weak, math is strong’ pop culture. Painters have to be incredibly strong.
Painting itself is an effort to understand the world, space and time, and to interpret it in a way that is interesting to others, or interesting to you. Sometimes, the only goal is to just try, and to accept that nothing is perfect, no art happens in a vacuum, flies will get in the painting, people will say it’s an ugly painting, but it’s still important to try.
At the top of a small hill in Harper’s Ferry there is a monument to John Brown, but the whole town is a monument to him, with a structure at the bottom of the hill being dedicated as John Brown’s Fort. Almost every building has a placard and a historical marker. After a while you realize how well-preserved the town is despite seeing what must be millions of visitors each year.
The coffeeshops and the restaurants of the town were packed with visitors from across the USA and international visitors alike.
Viewing the local stonework is also worth a visit at Harper’s Ferry. The fact that people used to make structures this way absolutely blew me away. Where did they find all of this flat stone? Was it chipped out of the mountainsides? Hauled out of rivers? Both? Each stone is like it’s own story - imagine someone laying mortar and applying these stones, layer after layer, hour after hour. In many cases, it would have been an effort of several months or years of piecemeal expansions.
I found myself staring into the details of each wall, and each one was unique, and built up over years with different mortars, different composites of stones.
Harper’s Ferry is a place which rewards a slower, more careful eye - which is easy to have given the sheer ancient feeling of the place. Aside from cliffdwelling ruins and other Native American structures, and there aren’t many old places in America left.
Wandering between the old rail tracks and the river, you can find this fenced-off garden. It isn’t clear what grows here. I struggled to understand why it was there - it was one of the few structures in Harper’s Ferry without an explanatory placard. I liked this - I’m one to go to the museum and not take the audio tour and I never read artist statements. With historical structures, since they aren’t exactly art, it’s probably better to try to read up and understand what a structure was, but I liked the mystery of this garden. Who knows what someone was trying to do with it? It’s fun to think about.
A few years ago I read a book on pictographs and pictoglyphs in the American West, and one photograph showed a man standing next a boulder with a drawing of a human figure on it. The rock was at the site which would become Lake Powell. The man was standing on ground which would be covered in hundreds of feet of water soon. I was floored at the injustice of it all - some artist had carved the rock probably 5,000 years ago, and here we were, burying the pictoglyph in water.
But then again, what else could be done? The artist’s rock was in a remote place - you couldn’t exactly haul it in a truck bed to the nearest art museum. You couldn’t even chip the rock into pieces safely and take just the slab. So, the pictoglyph stayed, and now it’s still at the bottom of Lake Powell.
It’s not hard to imagine someone in an impossible future diving into Powell and looking at the pictoglyph at the bottom of the man-made lake, or someone in an even further future walking up to it after Lake Powell has dried. Harper’s Ferry feels like that pictoglyph at the bottom of a lake - it’s a part of the past where people tried, it’s in an inconvenient place, a man-made thing which can’t be moved into a museum.
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Welcome to another Sketchbook Confessional where I go through everything I did in a month!
Background on Sketchbook Confessionals:
I found that I wasn’t keeping track of how much art I did and that while I had a to-do list, I wasn’t keeping a good ‘done’ list. The Sketchbook Confessional is a chance for me to get it all out and just post everything I did in a month, a time-bound way of reeling in the chaos of art.
August brought many ups and downs for me in the studio and day-by-day, I made some art, but not a whole lot. I’m still working on relaunching Tilted Sun soon. For most of August I would get home from work and be nearly exhausted, too tired and too hot to do anything but eat Fruity Pebbles and hang out with Geddy. I mostly felt like the girl in the illustration above - knives everywhere, fun crystals everywhere, but at least I still have my pool of dreams.
To just get my art off the ground I made this work of a man with a lotus on his face:
In working on Tilted Sun I am thinking mostly in covers and symbols - which isn’t a bad place to be, it just makes the surface a bit hard to reach if you’re at the bottom of an iceberg. I wish there were more conversational parts of the comic where characters talk to each other and the plot advances, but right now I think it’s like 68 pages of world building, so, my plan is to change that with the upcoming set of pages. Holy smokes. If you ever feel like criticizing a comic try making one for yourself first.
I also worked on identifying more places where I was weak as an artist. Namely, shirt collars. Shirt collars are very confusing to me and I am not very good at drawing them.
Like saying the same word over and over again, the more you repetitively draw something, the weirder it ends up looking.
But, I did learn a lot about collars, and, most of all I learned that it is good to look at references to draw these.
In August I worked on pouring ink patterns - these are not ‘art’ on their own, so what I typically do is cut each sheet into multiple pieces and re-collage them. The ink patterns are like origami paper - they are a material, but they are not yet in their final form.
While pouring out ink, the excess needs to be dabbed with tissue or it will flow off the sheet. This ends up creating very beautiful patterns on paper towels and toilet paper.
I’m not sure what to do with these by-products yet, but my instinct is to save them.
In early August I went to my hometown Leadville to get away from the DC heat and relax a bit. On a shakier-than-one-would-like flight, I drew these lotuses which I had seen near the Anacostia river at the Lotus festival, using a pen from Sekaido in Tokyo
The Leadville Trail 100 Mountain Bike race happened to be happening during the same weekend I was in Leadville. It was super to see so many old friends in Leadville, including immense triathlete Alex, Leadville Laurel, and my old cross country ski coach, Mr. Quinn.
Many people have probably heard of the record snow this year in places like Colorado and Lake Tahoe. All of this snow allowed flowers to bloom in August, in amounts I had never before seen. Here are photos I took of the mountain flowers:
It will be good to go into the winter with these photos as a reminder of summer, and I can paint the flowers from my studio in Maryland.
As an unabashed nonfiction junkie, I read the following books:
Finding Ultra - A great book by Rich Roll, where he harnesses his extreme personality and transcends alcoholism to become one of the fittest athletes and ultramarathoners in the world.
Art Thinking - my boss lent me this book and it is the most meaningful book I’ve read about art in years. The book’s thesis is that art as a practice can be integrated into working life, not separated, an absolutely dazzling argument compared to the traditional narrative of dayjob/artjob splitting. It’s not just that art and life can be integrated, but when it’s integrated, all of humanity benefits. Read this book if you are an artist who is also a lawyer/doctor/software executive/worker.
Unfuck Yourself - An instant classic. I loved the positive affirmations. If you read the entire book in a Scottish accent, it’s even better.
And after carrying the book halfway around the world to Japan and back, I finally finished reading Cryptonomicon - It took me about as long to read this book as Neal Stephenson took to write a new one. 1000 pages of code making, code breaking, treasure hunting.
I played a bunch of Octopath Traveler after my friend Jesse lent me a Nintendo Switch.
I also played Breath of the Wild, which reminded me a lot of exploring the mountains in Leadville and hiking around Colorado. I haven’t finished either game but just getting to play them for a small amount of time was inspiring from a production perspective - the details and artistry in each game gave me some hope for the world.
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I am an artist who lives and works in Maryland-shy-of-DC! I make comics, oil paintings, and I travel! See you next time …
-Becky Jewell
In 2019 the mountains and western states saw record amounts of snow, where cabins in Tahoe were buried to the chimney and locals in Leadville were shoveling 4 feet of snow off of their roofs. Watching the snowfall from afar at my home in Maryland, it seemed like everyone in Leadville was shoveling their roof for about 6 weeks.
And the snow just kept coming. An avalanche near Copper Mountain slid down a mountainside and 100 year-old trees sank into the flow like capsizing ships. The avalanche was so powerful that it went down the mountain, into a valley, across a river, and up the side of the other mountain on the other side of the valley. Trying to escape this avalanche must have felt like being chased by a bear and climbing a tree, only to find that the bear is a much better tree-climber than you.
The roof of the bowling alley in Leadville collapsed - not the only roof-collapse in recent years in Leadville, but a pretty major one, where the alley probably won’t be repaired and will likely be taken piece-by-piece to the landfill.
Despite growing up in Leadville, winter is not my happiest time, especially not now that I live in Maryland near Washington DC. Winter isn’t full of fun fluffy snow here - basically it snows, and then it rains on top of the snow. But at least I wasn’t having to create a pulley system to get a snowblower onto my roof - I’d start to feel sorry for myself while standing on an uncovered DC Metro platform in heels in February’s nastiest sleet, and then I’d open Instagram and scroll past a photo of someone’s truck in Leadville, irretrievably immersed in four feet of snow.
If it had been my truck, I wouldn’t have known where to begin. Pray that I’d brought the snow blower into the house, so that I could start right out the door? Would the doors even open?
With all of this record-breaking, tree-slaying, roof-caving snow, stunning flowers emerged in the high mountains this summer at around 12,000 feet. Instead of hiking for miles and looking for the right creek to possibly glimpse an occasional columbine group, columbine bouquets were everywhere. Everywhere.
Each photo in this blog was taken on a Google Pixel 2 camera, a machine which seems to be able to see far better than I, with each dewy filament of this thistle standing out as clearly as in life.
Outfitted with the Google Pixel 2 camera, for the first time I feel like I am doing some justice to the beauty of the high mountains in photo form.
Since Leadville has become a more well-known place over the years thanks to the amplification of the Leadville Race Series, I’ve done what I would call a C-minus job of explaining how beautiful Leadville is to my friends in Texas and Washington D.C.
You can talk and write about mountain life all day, but ultimately nothing I say ever feels on point about Leadville - nothing really sums it up. At a certain point, words just don’t work. Only the best writers among us ever come close.
Maybe photos come close, maybe paintings do.
The flower peak is usually around July, this year it stretched into August. With temperatures dropping in September, these flowers won’t last too long, but who knows - the fall should at least bring gorgeous colors and possibly some snow, too.
Leadville was a Superfund site for a while in the 90s, and the remnants of mining and exploitation of the land can still be seen everywhere. You can also see why people kept digging - look in any of the mining tailings piles and the diversity of rock that is there is unlike any I’ve ever seen.
Some of the wrecked mines of Leadville are still explainable, where remarkable success happened and wealth boomed out of the earth. Still others are like ghosts, where there is no explanatory plaque, no historical marker, no mention of anything in books. What were people doing here? What was all this? Considering that the above would be buried in wintertime under 12 feet of snow, the desperation and hunger of it all just oozes out of these structures.
Someone was here and they wanted something, badly.
I was trying to understand what this once was - it's at about 12,000 feet at the Mt. Sherman trailhead near Leadville pic.twitter.com/2ND6DhrsuO
— Becky Jewell (@beckyjewell) August 25, 2019
But even before major cleanup of the mines, life was finding a way - like these flowers and many more.
Who wrote this:
I’m a visual artist who lives in Maryland - I blog about art, I make art, I make comics, and I travel! I also like poodles, mountainbiking, and technology (most of the time). More about me here. Until next time, catch you around the internet.
- Becky Jewell
