St. Joan of Arc

Well it’s been a while, but I finally have some new art to share. I ventured out of my comfort zone and decided to tackle a slightly less conventional, and less literal version of this fascinating saint. As per usual, my interpretation here is heavily influenced by the graphic novel genre, with just a slight nod to iconography. I really hope you like!

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St. Joan of Arc





Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude and trying to summon the appropriate amount of it, especially as Thanksgiving approaches. Intellectually, I know that gratitude is the antidote (or at least a proper response) to many negative states we may find ourselves in – like envy, pain, disappointment, and even apathy. But sometimes it’s just not that easy to feel. I guess that’s one of gratitude’s ironies; you’re more likely to have it when everything’s great, but it’s a complete no-show the minute times get tough. So that being said, I’ve struggled with being thankful this year.

Now I know that I have innumerable blessings to count, but of course, many of the most profound ones often end up getting taken for granted, which is a terrible shame. After a while it’s like not being able to see the forest through the trees, which I think boils down to perspective. But just recently, because of a new perspective on an event from the past, I was able to access a huge amount of gratitude, which has given me a better attitude. An attitude of gratitude (sorry, couldn’t resist).

It all started the other day when I was in a funk because of a number of frustrations that seemed to be mounting. My emotions were raw and confidence was low. I remember I was staring at my  hand for a moment, and then it hit me. A most unexpected memory flooded my brain from when I was about 4 years old, maybe slightly younger. I was with my mom at a neighbor’s house. All the adults were occupied in conversation, and I was bored, so someone gave me a pad of paper, a pencil, and some crayons. Even at that age I was not impressed with crayons – I thought they left such an inconsistent mark on paper, nothing like what you’d see in the smooth clarity of a cartoon. I was obsessed with cartoons. Anyway, I remember deciding, with rather firm resolve, to draw a realistic looking hand. How hard could it be? So I held out my left hand as a model and put my pencil to the paper. Not knowing where to start, however, I stared more closely at my hand. And then I noticed the detail. There were lines and creases on every finger and in the palm… and then I focused in further and saw even smaller lines and skin texture and finger prints, and on and on. I’m sure my eyes became large as I realized just how complex a little hand could be. I threw down the pencil, immediately frustrated to the point of anger. The amount of detail had overwhelmed me and my quick temper had taken over, causing me to commence sulking. Continue reading

A Sketch a Day…


… might be pushing it. But I really want to make that my goal. I’ve heard of other people doing this – sometimes on their blogs or just in a journal. But the point of it is to gain skill through practice, because practice is the artist’s best friend. And the thing is, I used to practice constantly, like I had nothing better to do. Well I didn’t, actually, but still. And now I have a lot less time to draw, let alone work on my other projects. But I think it will be kind of fun, so I’m going to try. TRY.

Another thing I was thinking is that it would be so cool to be able to host some sort of official “a sketch a week”  feature here on my blog, where people could submit their sketches to be shared, kind of like what Jennifer Fulwiler does with “7 Quick Takes Friday” over on Conversion Diary. But I have no idea how to accommodate  that type of thing with this blog template. I’m just very untechy. So for now, it’s just my daily (or so) sketches to get the ball rolling.

Today’s sketch is called “Winston” and features a horse in winter. Wow I’m such a girl. Anyway, I was listening to some George Winston earlier, from his album “December”, and suddenly felt inspired to draw a clydesdale, standing in the snow. And no it’s not beer related. The horse’s name is Winston, obviously. So here we go!