“You two could at least say hello,” Wymack said, somewhat aggrieved.
“There’s no point,” Kevin said. “All they are is a distraction."
"It’s called a support network. Look it up."
"Thea is watching from South tonight,” Kevin said, looking to the elevated VIP box. It was too far away and too high up for Neil to make out any faces, but there was a small crowd gathered at the windowed walls already. Knowing the Court was here to watch them play sent a chill through Neil’s veins. Kevin dragged his stare back to Wymack’s face and said, “and my father comes to all of my games. That is enough."
On Wymack’s other side, Abby’s gaze softened. Wymack’s jaw worked for a moment before he could say in an even tone, "Your mother would be proud of you."
"Not just of me,” Kevin said in a rare bout of humanity.
-The King’s Men (All for the Game Book 3) by Nora Sakavic
my scene for the @giveyourbacktome-zine! I had so much fun working on this and I was lucky to snag a #dadscene :D
I drew this for Jack’s tour, to give to him if he’s accepting gifts. It’s him standing around a bunch of characters from games I really enjoyed him playing. There were so many other games too, but I just didn’t have the space on the page for all of those characters haha. I have a big version of this printed out to give to him, but I wanted to post it here as well, for others to see. Hopefully his version doesn’t get destroyed in shipping back to the UK…
Let me tell you two things that cured the ‘oh no i’m going to ruin this’ that stems from new sketchbooks / blank canvas.
Fuck it up intentionally
This I learned from my painting professor in college. He had us blindfold ourselves, and then actually really mess up a perfect blank page, and then use it for the exercises that day. Like we tore into the paper, made some horrible uncoordinated marks. We even spit on it. I highly recommend doing this at least once, because it helps dismantle some of the weird perfectionist hangups that a lot of us put on paper. Helps get rid of the worry of messing up its perfect potential..
Basically if you’re so worried you’re going to mess it up, mess it up intentionally first so you take back control from the floaty head space anxiety gives us, to your hands and actions.
Buy a shitty ass sketchbook.
Get one of those sketchbooks made for like 5 year olds that hang out in convenience/drug stores by those wonky ass crayons that never color right. The type that you touch the paper and know it’ll eat a marker head right off.
Whenever you look at your ‘good’ sketchbook and feel like you’re going to mess it up, use the terrible one instead. Now you’re still working and sketching and doing with no real pressure since hey, that sketchbook was a piece of crap anyway and cost you like 5 bucks. My shitty sketcbooks have some of my favorite stuff in them since I relaxed and let myself explore. It will also remind you why we bother with nice sketchbooks in the first place because let me tell you that paper is god awful.
A big reason why I gravitated towards digital art when I was younger was because it was almost impossible to ‘mess it up’. Make a stupid mark? Undo. Don’t like the initial sketch? Delete the layer. Hate the whole thing? Don’t save it. ((I still do all of these things, but now at a much lesser rate))
Take some of the holiness out of your tools. Realize that its the process that matters most, and keep your eyes forward. I think especially here on tumblr where a lot of ‘sketches’ that are more towards illustrations that happen to be in a sketchbook build up this head space that everything in your sketchbooks have to be perfect and beautiful. Sketchbooks are your play areas, where you can fuck around at your heart’s content. Have some fun with them.