Moonlight is one of my absolute favorite beaches. Even in the summer, just a little south of the main beach, you feel almost isolated--as you can see from the photo I took on that day.​

My family frequently took walks on this beach, and it was on this beach where I decided to start developing my webcomic, Suihira: The City of Water. I was 19 years old, and in an artistic rut.

I was an art student studying to become some sort of artist in the entertainment industry. I knew I had to study hard to become a brilliant artist studios would be eager to hire. Despite this direction I believed I was headed in my artistic journey, I felt lost.

Earlier that year, my partner showed me the film South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut. I haven't been exposed to South Park much growing up for many obvious reasons, but that viewing came at the right time. South Park is famous for its crude visual style, but witty writing. I had thought my worth as an artist was in how well I could draw. Before me, was a film with simulated construction-paper cutout of simply designed characters that I was fully invested in. I realized then and there that story and writing mattered more than the art. That shattered my entire world.

I was still lost, but I found escape in these characters. In school, I was studying my foundations in art while in my notes and in the small amount of free time I had,  these simply designed characters appeared.

I didn't need to worry about perfect rendering, proper anatomy, value organization, any rules of art academia when I drew these characters. I was simply having fun.

There's a heated debate in art academia about fanart. These days, because of social media and the abundance of cases in which fanart got people jobs in the industry, fan art won the battle. But in the early 2010s, fanart was on the losing end in academia. I've seen classmates leave class and never return after our professors would do the "Don't do fanart" speech. My drawings felt extra taboo, which made them more fun.

My illustration professor did take notice. 

Moonlight Beach, Encinitas, California--still that same day.

I looked up to my Illustration Professor. Her art was beautiful, and she did industry jobs I could only dream of doing at the time. She was at the beach that day, and I was excited to see her outside of school. 

We chatted about how much we loved this beach, talked about art, and eventually the subject of my South Park art came up. She had liked the show as well, and was amused at my fanart--but she had concerns she wanted to express to me. 

"Oh, don't worry," I reassured her. "I only draw South Park in my free time. It's so simple and fun to draw. I don't let it get in the way of my studies." 
"Why not make your own characters that are simple and fun to draw?" she asked me. 

I didn't answer. I paused. I'm not even sure I remember the rest of that conversation. As much as I will defend an artists' right to draw fanart--she was right. Why don't I make my own characters that are fun to draw? 

I'm not sure if it was that day or sometime later, but I came home and put pen to paper in a fresh, new sketchbook, and started drawing some designs, seeking simplicity and fun--not flexing any technical skill. I learned that was no longer important to me. 
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My interest in South Park dropped fairly quickly thereafter, and soon, I was invested in this world I was slowly bringing to life. I had complete control. Complete freedom from the pressure of academic art, my future, career, and intellectual property. 

The following year was full of art from my own characters. They filled sketchbooks and space on my hard drive. 

The next year, in October 2012, I made an illustration of Dija meeting with the water Goddess Akia, taking the form of an orca. 

On June 16th, 2021, 9 years later, that moment was presented in context in what eventually became my full-time job, drawing the comic for Suihira. ​

It's incredible how everything has come full circle.

It is ironic that my efforts to find relief and leisure from school work became my career. I love working on the comic to pieces and I'm so grateful and happy it is where it is today. In the near future, I will be working on releasing a volume of the comic for people to enjoy, and I will write the rest of the comic over the summer.

I'm 29 now, and the irony of my leisure becoming my job has left me without leisure once more. What's especially funny, is that I've found that academic art has found itself back into my life via leisure. I signed up for my first art class since college this summer, and I aspire to be competent in painting outdoors when I travel. 

Maybe in ten years, I will be happily drawing comics and painting scenes from my travels. 

I have returned to the blog after a year...!

I had just returned from a two-week long trip to Buffalo, New York. The trip was meant to serve a few purposes, among them being a time to rest from work, a change of scenery, and for my partner to finally visit his friends and family after the pandemic started. Additionally, and the reason I'm writing a blog post about this, I wanted to establish a habit of sketching the places I visit.

After landing and having a day of rest, we spent the first few days of that trip in a cabin in the middle of the woods with my partner and two of our friends. It had the essentials but no phone signal nor WiFi. It was very much the 21st-Centry version of being isolated. At first, I was a little alarmed. How do I contact my family? How will I keep in touch with friends and colleagues? How can I maintain my detrimental online browsing habits?

I didn't expect this to happen, so I didn't prepare for it. But I'm an adult, I can handle a few days without connection--it'll probably be good for me anyway, I thought to myself.

It became apparent pretty quick how often I pulled out my phone to look at social media outlets. This was especially noticeable the morning I woke up, when I usually check my phone first thing after waking up. Not being able to connect, I remembered I had some eBooks and digital magazines on my phone from my library. I filled that message-checking habit void with reading PleinAir Magazine (not sponsored)--which I may add, I enjoyed far more than I ever did browsing social media or newsfeeds. It's now a habit I've maintained weeks later.

Later that day, one of our friends--who had cell phone signal--turned on the WiFi-Hotspot on his phone so we could check message and contact family. It's been a whole day since I've been online. What did I miss? My phone connected to our friend's phone, the notifications came in, and... 

You know, maybe overconnectivity isn't great for me.

There was nothing negative in any of my message or social media feeds, but in the short time I didn't have signal, I actually enjoyed being disconnected. Unavailable. Nothing but me, my friends, the cabin, and the woods.

It was a nostalgic feeling. It took me back to a time before everyone had a computer in their pocket. Don't get me wrong--I'm not going to be bitter and proclaim "It was so much better back in my day! Before Cell Phones, Facebook, and Twitter!" because I don't have that opinion and that attitude has been pretty silly throughout the various eras of advancing consumer tech. And I remember how I felt about this sort of thing when I was growing up. I would've given up my leg for a computer I could take everywhere I go. But... I think that happend, I wouldn't have those moments where I got lost within my mind. Those long car rides, those school nights where I was up passed my bedtime, those summer mornings hours before I crawled onto my desktop computer. I spent those moments lost in my head, dreaming up stories and drawing. It's those sort of moments that brought me to where I am today. How would things be different if I had a phone, then? 

I don't know. 

And obviously I'm not about to preach to throw your phone away. That's also very silly. Our phones are fabulous tools that help us with essential tasks every day and that have connected so many people--for better or for worse. And the "for worse" moments shouldn't spoil it for the "for better" moments, but we seriously need to learn how to live better with them. Whatever that means depends on who you are, so I'll end this train of thought on this note. But I will stress the word I already used, and I want whoever reads this to really think about it and how it may apply to you: overconnectivity. 

Wasn't this about sketching? 

Well, yes! All that rambling is about sketching! With no phone signal, there's no social media to cycle through and get me hooked for precious minutes out of my day. My library books were great, but I can only read them for so long. 

So there I was, out in the woods, with my modest sketching supplies and no connectivity--just good friends--to distract me. ​

This was my first sketch of the trip. Before I went, I watched videos of the great Glenn Vilppu do on-location sketching from New Masters Academy (also not sponsored), and the thumbnails before a more finished sketch was lifted from his video. While I enjoyed drawing, I think I overworked the tree and didn't stay true to the idea of sketching. I enjoyed the thumbnails a lot more.

​Later that day, I tried again.

I quite enjoy this one as well, but I still feel like I overworked it. I was concerned with the clarity of the sketch, but in the end I think there's too much linework and not enough clarity in shape and value. 

This is definitely one of my favorites. I took from my thumbnails on the first day and aimed for something very simple. Just a quick study on the color temperature and value of leaves. It was a good time. 

At the cabin and throughout the rest of the trip, I read a couple books about urban sketching, and was delighted by the pen and ink drawings I saw many urban sketchers make. Inspired by that and my previous attempts to sketch, the day I caught my first fish, I made a quick drawing of the lake shore to celebrate. I was without my watercolors but was with a pen and small sketchbook.

I like that this set up was super portable, but I did miss my watercolors and the ability to lay in large areas of value and color. 

Got my watercolors back for this one! The entryway to Six Flags, Darien Lake was a challenging subject, but I'm rather satisfied with it for a sketch. 

Shortly before the trip ended, I found a compromise between my watercolors and my ultra-portable pen and sketchbook: a small water brush big enough to fit in my purse to use on the non-water-soluble pen for those areas of value.

While this may be the anti-climactic end to this blog post, it's the beginning for my sketching pursuits. It'll be interesting to see where I am in regards to sketching in a year from now! ...hopefully that won't be when my next blog post will be published! 

This was a subject I've been thinking about writing for a while now, but because I spent most of my online time on twitter, I didn't really know of a good way to share what I've discovered of working from home. Being several weeks into COVID-19, it's little bit late to be topical, but folks will always start the journey of working from home regardless.

Disclaimer before I go further with this intro, this is mostly stuff I wish I read when I was leaving college and starting my career in comics working from home. I know some of these tips don't work for everyone but I hold the belief that every piece of advice is worth listening to--implementing is another story, but that's a different topic for another day.

Going back to working from home, I'll start with bit of a background: I've been working from home since I was on my way out of University in 2015. My internship was even done at home. At first, I didn't really have a schedule that I stuck to, and I often waited until the last minute to get things done before their deadline. Each week, I would promise myself to work better, but that didn't happen for a while. After almost three years, my bad habits caught up to me and I burnt out, hard. I was starting to dislike my job to the point where I was jealous of people with day jobs. They were able to go home and not be concerned with work for the rest of the day. I also remember telling people--quite frequently--that I would give my left leg for a week off.  "Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life" quickly turned into "Do what you love and you never stop working." 

When I burnt out, I took a long, hard look at my career. I was working the job of my dreams. How could I possibly hate it? Am I in the wrong field? That was my worst fear: that I worked so hard on this thing I thought I loved, only to hate it. I thought about every opportunity that I turned down in order to pursue my field, and worried I made the wrong choice each time. 

Thankfully, I had the resources (namely, the emotional and financial support of my significant other--so I acknowledge that I'm in a relatively privileged position) to take a few steps back and figure out what I needed to do to make my job a joy again. It took me roughly a year and a half to get to where I am today. I have a routine that allows me have equilibrium with work and rest. 

Here are the three main ideas that made me love my job again, all of which I'll make a separate post in the upcoming weeks (and will link as they are posted in the next upcoming Fridays). 

• A joyful work space
• Clocking in and clocking out
• Dedicated work hours for productivity and improvement

To quickly summarize these, I firmly believe you cannot work well unless your space, using Marie Kondo's terminology, 'sparks joy'. If the idea of sitting down at your desk fills you with dread, it's possible something about your space could be improved. Improving your physical space improves your work. 

Office workers clock in and clock out. That shouldn't change just because you work from home. It is important to have a routine to start work, but it's even more important to stop work--both regarding the end of the work day and weekends. It is so easy both procrastinate starting work and get so caught up in it, you don't stop. After a certain amount of time is over, work for the day must end. This is especially difficult if your job is your dream job--the work is so much fun you almost don't want to stop. Stopping is not only important for your mental and physical health, it's also important to step away from your work.

Organizing what you do each day is also important, and the most recent discovery of mine regarding my career. Time dedicated to "career maintenance/improvement" is just as important as the time you put into your main gig. 

By now, you can probably see why I'm splitting this subject into multiple posts, so this concludes the topic for this week.

The first meaningful post on the blog (accompanied by updating this website)!

There's that old saying, "Do what you love and you never work a day in your life." It's a great, starry-eyed expression that I find holds some value. That being said, "Do what you love and you never stop working" is more true--at least for me. I my career at this point is very close to my ideal, dream job. Is it true that I never work a day? ...Let's just say I've been so burnt-out before that I got jealous of office workers--simply because they were able to go home and be free from work until the next day. I'll dive deeper into this subject another day.

I spent the better part of thirteen years doing art after work was done. When I went home from school, I drew. When was done with homework, I drew. Of course I did other things here and there, but most of my spare time was spent drawing. I loved drawing so much it was as essential to my being as breathing. However, I found out about two years into my dream career that even I had my limits and needed to cap art making after a certain amount of time. But what do I do? I can't draw. That's what I do for my job, and I need to take time to rest and do other things.

I spent a good deal of time strictly limiting any art or drawing to work hours. I was to do no art during my time off. This was good in theory, but remember how I mentioned that drawing was as essential to my being as breathing? In other words, my free time felt pretty empty. Sure, I had a good time playing video games, watching YouTube, and going out, but my free time still felt hollow. More recently, I allowed myself to draw if and only if it was for the fun of it. This was challenging, since it still felt like working. It was a lot of fun, but so is my job, and I was still at my work desk.

Luckily, James Gurney released a great video, announced via email with the subject, "Now is a great time to learn to paint in gouache". This caught my attention because I've been on-and-off relearning traditional paint since I left university, and gouache is one of my favorite mediums. Needless to say, the video lit fire under my feet. I pulled out my paints and cleared off a small table--one I put in my office specifically to do traditional art whenever I got around to it--to do the first exercise in the video.

Admittedly, I got a bit overzealous and missed certain objectives of the exercise. I was satisfied nonetheless, considering it had been years since I painted anything with traditional media. As I know from my job, good enough is fine--do better next time. If you ask me, the next time I did just that. 

After waiting a couple weeks for some more paints to come, I did the second exercise in the video. I took what I learned from the first painting and applied it to this one: being sure to allow the underpainting and transparent layers to shine. 

Either way, it was such a joy to make these paintings, and I certainly would like to pursue it more. Obviously, my first passion is comics and narrative art done in a traditional animation-esque style, but painting is quickly turning into something that I look forward to doing during my time off. The analog nature of painting versus the digital nature of my comic work makes it a perfect activity to do in my free time. It satisfies my need to make art without feeling like I'm doing my day job. I still have a long way to go with painting, but what thrills me is that--given the nature of hobbies and free time activities--it's less about what I end up making and more about the activity and learning. This best captures the spirit of when I made art growing up. I was excited to learn, to do, without the obligation of work. 

So if I gave you--or even me in 2018 during the peak of my burn out--some advice about what to do during your time off if you work your dream job, it's to find something to do that's still what you love, but different enough to feel like you're doing something else.  In a perfect world, it should be something that could take you outdoors. Thankfully, my paint set up is relatively portable, and I'm looking forward to taking it outside sometime.