So its only been… What? 16 months since my last post? *Cringe*
To be frank i’ve been a little busy.
To be honest I’ve been rather lazy when it comes to drawing.
But at least my RSI is kinda behaving, so at least theres that. (Kinda? As long as I don’t stress it out and take lots of breaks and keep a nice steady pace? Can you call that behaving? Maybe managing is a better word, but either way it is nowhere as bad as it was, and that is in some way because of how little drawing i’ve been doing, and that is a reality I’m sadly coming to terms with)
Anyway! Tangent! More interesting things to blog about! Remember that degree in Sydney I said I was about to start in my last post? (a freaking year ago?!) Well, I’m just about to finish it. I only have one more term of my Film degree to go before I can finally take a few months off and learn how to breath again (before moving to Melbourne and getting an actual job in TV Drama). But while breathing, and taking that gap ‘month’ I never really allowed myself, I’m hoping that I’ll find the inspiration and inclination to draw and write again.
When it comes to writing, i’ve been trying to wedge my foot in a new door, as much as I will always settle back into my happy place (fiction, long winded novel style fiction) I’m now broadening my sights and determined to conquer Screenwriting! Two terms ago I had an inspirational lecturer who nudged me towards this new scary door, and she helped me get back to my roots and reaffirm a few things. I’ve always said that Character and Narrative are the two core elements of everything I adore. But she helped me realise just how well what I love fits into what Im studying. How well it COULD fit if I can get to where I want to get. It was a pretty special term to be honest. Kinda life affirming if I want to sound like a wanker.
I mean, I knew I adored writing, but it was just a thing I did for myself. Lets be serious, the chances of becoming a published author are ridiculous (let alone one who can support themselves on writing. Im a pragmatist, I don’t want to sugar coat anything, and I know the chances of getting into the film industry in Australia of all places is just as bad) but… well. I do love it. And you know what? Im kinda ready to fight for this one.
My lecturer helped me realise that its okay to focus on the not so logical thing, that maybe its time I gave myself the chance to focus on these big scary ‘what ifs’.
FYI? She’s my mentor now.
I’ve been working on this TV show concept that I first started developing in her class, and Its fun. It feels like the idea could have legs, Im enjoying playing in this sandpit and have continued working on it whenever I’ve had the chance… But maybe thats a topic for another post (thats hopefully not in a YEARS TIME)
(Apparently I’m abusing brackets today. I’d apologise but Im enjoying it too much)
ANYWAY! Look! Up there! A picture! An elusive illustrated product that I’m apparently still capable to creating once every blue moon and Fathers day. These days it literally takes someones birthday or indeed ‘Fathers Day’ in order for me to dig out my wacom and dust off Photoshop. Im kinda ashamed of that, but such is life, and at this point in mine I have a degree to finish and a career to start, and I’m rather enjoying the prospect of both.
I’ve been head down bum up to be crass, but it’s paying off. I’m getting grades I’m damn proud off, Im starting to make industry connections, i’m getting lectures who have written and directed films sending me treatments and scripts and asking for my thoughts and I am damn proud of that too. That TV show concept I mentioned? People are digging it, lecturers and Industry are telling me to keep working on it, and yes its unfortunate that art has taken a back seat these last few years, and I really hope I can find a bit more of a balance that doesn’t put my arm at risk, but for now Im content with the pace I’m setting myself, because I have places to be and things to learn and achieve and write.
In the meantime, heres a beach scene that I drew for my Father for Fathers day, because I adore him and drawings are all this poor student cant offer. I could have happily put a whole bunch more hours into it, but my arm dictated that this was the level I’d be leaving it at. I’m pretty happy with it for now, and my father likes it and thats the main thing.
So I hope this finds you well, oh elusive reader, (who I’d be super amazed by if you’re still around after a year, let alone after all this waffling) and hopefully Ill be around a little more in the coming month, with only one class, a gym membership (how the hell did I talk myself into that one?) and (hopefully, If I can organise it ASAP) an internship to distracted me in the next three months.
So send me creative vibes if you’re out there and have any to spare!
~Jess
(Good to be back)
(For now at least.)
(You thought I was done with the brackets didn’t you?!)
(Someone take them away from me I’m abusing them now)
(Yeah okay time for bed)
(Adios guys!)
Sam found the old fireworks in Bobby’s attic and that was that. The Winchesters were having a proper New Years. He looked like an over excited puppy from Deans place on the roof. The one he’d called dibs on as soon as Sam dumped the dusty box of explosives on the kitchen table with a sneeze and a grin.
Dingobait 