Tag / memories

by Janet

Ghosts

I found a guy on Instagram who does photo edits of surfers and beach goers and I was kind of inspired. His images are absolutely beautiful, and God knows I have a lot of beach photographs to play with. What’s basically happening here is I’ve taken an iPhone image and brought it into Photoshop, then I did a motion blur on the entire scene but I masked out the people in the photo so as not to blur them. I then brought down the transparency on the guys so that they’re just a wee bit see-through.

I thought that ghosts was a good name for both the image and my post because… well… I’ve been like a ghost here lately. My story was at a standstill while I finished my class (which is now over and I am officially on summer break!), and the few times I tried to do a little illustration I was stuck in stick figure purgatory. Nothing was working. Sometimes you just need to walk away, ya know?!

With my brain out of the books now, I really want to get creative for a while and tip toe my way back into the blog through experimental and playful imagery like this. Plus I caught a bug and it gave me a little brain fog so I’m steering clear of tasks that require too much thought. I’d really like to play with colors for a bit so hopefully you’ll see some bright and shiny art for a while… until the fog clears anyway.

That’s about all for now! Thanks for reading/viewing – I hope you enjoyed!

by Janet

A Father’s Love

Today’s #bloganuary question is: “What is the earliest memory you have?”

I thought about this quite a bit today. First and foremost, I was excited to do the illustration because I suck at hands and I wanted to get some practice by working on this girl’s pensive pose. I’m learning that it works best to do one finger at a time rather than going in and out with the lines to create weird mitten fingers. I think I’m making some improvement!

Now that the image is done, I thought I’d share the first memory I have of my father. I think this memory stuck in my mind because I was traumatized to a certain degree. At first anyway. Continue reading →

by Janet

Learning to Fly

Stories We Tell

A Fictional Series

After my mother passed away, I was totally without family. I never knew my biological father, and my mother had no relatives to speak of. She never talked about her past, so I had no idea if I had any family who were living – or where they might be.

While social services tried to work things out, I was sent to live with the Cross family. I could tell right away that Dizzy and David weren’t used to kids. They were really nice people, but they had a nervous air about them – an uneasiness that a couple might have when they bring home a new baby. Continue reading →