Celebration of natural hair. Photos by Aurélie Flamand and Hairstyle by Sephora Joannes.
Peak Black womanhood. So epic. ❤
I can see this as one of the many hairstyles Black Orlesian nobility would wear.
Because Orlais’ nobility is mostly Black because I fucking say so
This is here for a very specific reason.
Walk along. Nothing to see here.
More writing for the webcomic. I’ll write three pages, type them up tomorrow afternoon, then email them off to my partner in crime. They’ll be waiting for him when he wakes up in the morning. #amwriting #writingcomics #creatingcomics (at London Gatwick South Terminal)
The major problem with be both a writer and an artist is that you literally have more ideas for stories then you have time in your life to either write or draw. It’s deeply frustrating.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!
I wish I hadn’t wasted so much time nor given up drawing when I was younger. The opinions of those people who convinced me to burn all my artwork when I was 16 were worthless. One became an alcoholic, the other lost his comic shop and was nearly made homeless and the last one spend his life chasing after dreams which never came to fruition whiles playing lip service to the egos of educated relics.
Ah I feel better having got that off my chest.
Anywho I’m at a cineworld in London and the Amazing Spider-Man 2 or whatever is called is about to start. Better switch this phone off. Don’t want to be another inconsiderate twat with their phone whiles the movie going.
Yeah, remember when I talked about the comic strip I wanted to do? The space opera title set after after the earth is conquered?
I just spent a few hours going over my notes and they’re too cool to just be left on the page. I’m going to jump back on that in a big way after Easter.
A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.
The Five Elements of Story
This image offers an interesting way to look at the layers of a story. (We don’t know where it originated. Please let us know if you do.)
This chart says that your character needs something to care about, something to want, something to dread, something to suffer, and something to learn.
More typed up pages for the webcomic. I’m aiming to send my artist and partner in crime, two pages of script every two/three days. I’m getting into the routine of writing something everyday before I leave to go to work. Next, trying to do an hour+ art exercise as well. #writingcomics #amwriting
Research material. #viriconium #mjohnharrison
Next up… #Kimstanleyrobinson #fritzleiber
Another one bites the dust! Stephen King is like the postman : he always delivers. #stephenking #doctorsleep #goodreads
I don’t believe in God, if he’s not a god who can dance. And you can argue that Frankie Knuckles is the closest thing in the world to God to me, because he was all around me for years before I saw his handiwork for what it was. He taught me how to love my body again. House music and its descendents didn’t stop me from dropping out of college, but they made sure when I did, I did it mostly intact. The sleek, buttery pulse of house’s post-disco rhythms crooned me to sleep on days my antisocial neuroses kept me dorm-bound; I was spending so much time alone and inactive that all the energy built up inside and I couldn’t relax any other way. I came up in the era of DFA and Deee-Lite and spent what should have been semesters writing papers in college self-medicating my ADD and dysphoria and depression with Soulseek downloads–a third of which were house tracks. I grew up surrounded by East Coast hardcore punks — without a mosh pit I was adrift for my normal means of tension release and for a trans woman the whole thing about other kinds of stimulation was they were too much about the body to work. My soul needed to slip its mortal coil, not fear it. House music connected me with my history like time travel; Chi-town house culture wasn’t ball culture, but it was close enough to leave the borders porous — just the sound of it, the way tracks like “Tears” blurred between tonal flatness and fluting vocal skyscrapers, created a space that would be nothing if it wasn’t fluid, slippery and queer. It was sadness as celebration. Call it “house,” not “post-disco,” because it’s about location. It’s about filling a dark warehouse with light and laughter and love. One word could wash them away — one word could take their place. It’s not about fixing a world made of hurt, but making a new one, here, right now, where the hurts no longer matter. My body is light. My body is heaven. My body is the house of God. Oh death, where is your sting? Not here. This house is too busy drippin’ and droppin’ and drippin’ and droppin’ and drippin’ and droppin.’
Image Publisher Eric Stephenson Emphasizes Direct Market Importance in ComicsPRO Speech - Image publisher Eric Stephenson’s speech at ComicsPRO emphasizes Image’s dedication to and the importance of the direct market.
Could not have put it better myself.
And so it begins. Macbook Pro. 4gb of ram. 500gb harddrive. Plus a whole lot more. Will be used for writing, artwork and book design once I get hold of a copy of Photoshop, indesign and everything else.
Shit just got very, very VERY real.