Palstic Bags and Liver Failure

Turns out that it has been a really long time since I did much with colored pencils. I used to be really good at using colored pencils but I guess you really can forget how to ride a bike.

Last night my experiment with colored pencils didn't turn out so well. I tried a self portrait and ended up giving myself a black eye, prostitute lipstick and an overall unhealthy jaundice look.  I scraped the picture and I will not be showing everyone how hard I just failed at that. I have another picture I drew of Mika *cough* Michael. Remember, he's the character that hears the girl in his head and she sees images of him in her head? Yeah. Still trying to work out some of the details on that one. Anyway, here is a fairly successful example of a colored pencil (well, color stick) drawing I did of him. He too looks a little sick, way too yellow. Maybe I think everyone should be having liver failure.

I guess I could post a little of what I have written in this story. I decided to call it Plastic Bags because I felt that was what the story wanted to be called. Just brainstorming and doing a little character development I came up with this description of the main girl:

There was absolutely nothing extraordinary about Artemis except when extraordinary things happened, then she was brilliant. But no one knew this about her.  She didn’t even know this about herself.

       

One time, when Artemis was ten, her grandma’s friend, Paula, told her grandma that Artemis was “plain as pudding” and “seemed a bit simple.” Artemis thought this too, as no one had ever corrected her, that she was simple and plain.

      

Artemis had nearly dropped out of high school because the classes were so boring to her but she knew that her grandmother would have wanted her to finish and so was the only thing that kept her going until the end. She even messed around with an art college for a whole year before dropping out of there. Too many things happened that were out of Artemis’s control until she ended up the small South Texas town of Victoria where she worked as secretary at an oil company during the day and as the ticket taker at Chucky Cheese at night.

       

Art was the one thing that Artemis felt she was above average at. She couldn’t remember a time when she didn’t know how to draw. She used to draw what every little girl likes to draw, horses and fairies and dragons but around her fifteenth birthday, Artemis drew her mystery man for the first time. 

Dun dun dun. There we go. Another blog successfully completed and a little bit more of myself put out there on the internet for everyone to read!

Until the next time.

KB