Null Space Inktober 2021 (21-31)
21) Fuzzy – The Voided, super-soldiers of the Psychocracy, moving so fast that their silhouettes turn into fuzzy shapes.
22) Open – Opening a wormhole by a ftorocyton spacecraft.
23) Leak – Sentient metallic liquid flows from technical openings...
24) Extinct – A huge fossilized mummy of a representative of the extinct Kxi civilization.
25) Splat – A konkrix warrior tests a microwave weapon against a sybberid soldier.
26) Connect – The diyarm, an electromagnetic link between the nyoyars that allows them to communicate telepathically in a limited way.
27) Spark – Exoradiation-contaminated air looks like it's full of sparks. Without a special suit, it is better not to go there.
28) Crispy – Arsh–urcy, a crispy cheap food common in konkrix-controlled space.
29) Patch – Carboplastron, a special material for sealing wounds. It's integrated into the intelligent power armor system, which is used by many mercs.
30) [I'LL SHOW YOU LATER]
31) Risk – The spaceship crew takes the risk of flying the vessel into a star in the hope that it will wipe out the VERY dangerous life form on board.
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My Story
I’m Melody and I’m a traditional painter learning digital painting. I’ve loved art my whole life and was one of the ‘art kids’ growing up. I didn’t think I could draw good enough to get into art school, so I briefly stopped drawing and painting to pursue writing in college, another passion. I developed an aptitude for writing, but I never stopped thinking about art or dreaming about what could have been if I’d never stopped.
After several years in journalism and web development, I had brief stints in web design and graphic design. I suffered in media because of my introverted personality and I never found a job in tech so my much-wanted career change didn’t materialize. And I was still too afraid to pursue art fully.
I’d been reading more about mental health, learning more about my challenges and the challenges of others, and soon I was as fascinated with that as much as I was by art.
My personal mental health journey led me to a Clinical Mental Health Counseling master’s program. Despite thinking counseling was maybe my calling, after trying it out for a year and a half, it wasn’t for me. When I enjoyed creating the PowerPoint slideshow for my research more than the actual research, it became obvious that my calling was still calling.
Even as a graduate school student and eventual dropout, I was never far from art, instead I found it easier to be in the periphery than to follow it straight on. The creative side of me was living off crumbs. All the writing I did and graphics I made occasionally as a hobby did nothing more than scratch an itch.
The most obvious choice was right in front of me. I’d always fought one of my biggest fears – becoming a ‘starving artist’ – by looking for those interests I thought would be safer. But avoiding risk doesn’t mean you’re safe and it certainly doesn’t mean you’ll be happy.
After leaving graduate school and finding a regular job, my hunger to be an artist again only grew. I saw art everywhere. I was obsessed with colors and light. I wanted to start again but I was still scared.
Somehow, I’d ended up in the worst place a person with a creative soul could be: in a gray cubicle on a telephone. I was working as a cog in a machine for 40 hours a week.
I was still following my favorite artists, watching my favorite animation, researching art programs, going to galleries, and regretting all the paths I didn’t take that would have led me to where I’d always dreamed of going.
This was all before the pandemic. Once the world changed, I thought more and more about the future, since it seemed to be in danger of disappearing right in front of our eyes. I had visions of myself at a big canvas on an easel in a home studio, painting beautiful pictures, and sharing them with the world. I daydreamed about pencils and paintbrushes again. I wandered down the traditional art aisles in craft stores. I looked at other artists with deep seated jealousy.
2020 was a hard year that led into an even harder one. I was so lost. By late summer/early fall of 2021, one question emerged: what do you really want to do with your life?
Like so many people, I had experienced profound losses, unexpected deaths, and I was wading through grief that was thick as mud. I couldn’t stop thinking about what comes next.
Life felt more fragile than it had ever felt and simply appreciating art wasn’t enough. I wanted to be submerged in it. I wanted my life to be fully immersed. I’d tried all the other safe, appropriate things in life. I’d done as I was told. I had my big girl job and my own home and more time than I’d ever had before.
So why not go all out? I was finally ready to get out of my own way.
I bought some cheap sketchbooks and I did Inktober, unofficially. I finished the month with 30 ugly drawings. But there were a couple I liked. I knew I had to made bad art before I could make good art. I wanted to get the ugly out of my system. There were so many pretty pictures inside of me, I was eager to regain the skills to get them out of me.
For Christmas I got a big box of art supplies. I inked a drawing with a pen and a metallic marker that same day and I loved it. I took a picture and sent it to my mom. I had no shame or fear. I was back.
In January 2022, I rededicated myself to my artistic practice and began calling myself an artist again. I got the grief out on the page first and shared it and I’ve been drawing, painting, and sharing consistently ever sense. I stopped feeling jealous and lost, as I was able to express myself fully again and the fulfillment I got from that expression was all the proof I needed to know I was living my purpose.
I’ll be sharing what I know and what I’ve learned here in pictures and words. If you got this far, thank you for reading.
TL;DR – My name is Melody and I’m a traditional painter learning how to do digital painting. I quit art and then I came back. My much short introduction is here.
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InktoberDay31-The Finale is here!! Narrowly escaping the Shoggoth, the little dog takes a big risk, leaping through a particularly bright portal into a nexus of other portals. Will the biggest portal finally send her home…….?!
…the answer is, YES! Safe and sound in her dimension, with the familiar home to romp, roll, and soil in and things meant to and not meant to be chewed!
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November 1st, 2021, Inktober Prompt # 31 - Risk. If I had to pull a dangerous stunt that lead me close to death, it would have to be tied to a rope drifting down to a cauldron of man eating piranhas.
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