Category Archives: Television Rules The Nation

Life of an Orphan Black Fangirl

No big deal, just had some  fanart showcased at the San Diego Comic Con last week.

One of minneeee! Wheeeeeee!

The Orphan Black Tumblr is a very fun Tumblr, I highly recommend checking it — and the show it supports — out. Whoever runs it, thanks for showcasing my work! YAY!

I believe my last entry babbled about fandom and fanart, so I suppose in a way this underlines the thesis of consistently doing artwork — no matter how fannish or self-indulgent it may be — to advertise however skilled you are at your craft. It’s the same with cooking. People can when you’ve put love into your work.

On my own part, stuff like this, or the cast liking my weird little drawings of them on Instagram, are great incentives for slightly self-conscious and self-depreciating creatives such as myself to push forward through creative blocks and what-not and make better stuff.

Orphan Black completes me, what can I say.

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Greetings From Fandom Land

It’s been an embarrassingly long time in between since my last post. Ya see, what had happened was…:P…there was this television show that I began to watch. It’s called Orphan Black. It’s really quite good. One thing led to another and I found myself on Tumblr, geeking out with the best of them and, for the first time in quite awhile since Lost, making fan art.

Orphan Black fanart | By Yours Obsessed

I don’t like that I rather abandoned my primary blog and so, today, I return to a more regular babbling blogging schedule to ramble on about fannish tendencies and how they correlate with being a professional creative. In retrospect, I think that the divide I created between my fandom design life and freelance design life was for the most part unnecessary…except of course for sparing this blog of my more fannish goofiness, which will stay and can be found aplenty at my Tumblr. However, as designers, artists, photographers, filmmakers and what have you, nothing can be more inspiring than being a self-proclaimed fanboy or fangirl. When people who are artistically inclined devote themselves to a certain show or shows, they express that devotion creatively, and oftentimes, extremely cool things can come from that. Great portfolio pieces can emerge from it. Industry exposure can come from it because suddenly, as a fan, you are speaking to a broad audience of fellow fans and artists, as well as potential industry professionals who are looking for certain types of styles or creatives who are into the geekier side of things.

Tons of designers and filmmakers have found success being out-and-out fans. Wayside Creations produces a high-quality fan series based on the hit game Fallout. Illustration rockstar James White got his big break while making illustrations and posters based on his favorite movies. Mondo and DKNG are a high-end illustration studio, responsible for designing some of this generations gnarliest film and music gig posters. The only difference between the original artwork these people churn out, and the original artwork the talented individuals of the Orphan Black fandom — or any fandom really — is that the former studios and illustrators are high profile, well marketed, seasoned and generating serious income from their craft. There is obviously a divide where a person is just being a fan and being goofy cutting out pictures and applying effects to them, but on the other side of that divide is a person who genuinely loves producing beautiful and clever original artwork or photomanipulation, and has in such-and-such a show, musician or film, found their muse and inspiration. If they are particularly saavy, dedicated and/or lucky, awesome things can come from what they love do for fun.

Now I’m just going to spam some OB fanart faves. X-D

Sarah Manning | by SpinTheWorlds

Headshot | by Joan-Adler

Clone Club Riddle | by iboughtafuckingateau

My philosophy…I suppose the generally accepted philosophy, is that as creatives, we must do what we enjoy. In doing what we love, we hone our skillsets and are able to impart them onto things we might have a little less fun doing, but which will produce actual money-type green stuff. At the end of the day, we all come home to our muse, whatever that may be.

…and for me right now that’s Orphan Black, Luther and Hannibal, go watch all of those shows. And Once Upon A Time, it’s a glorious cheesefest.

Anyway. Good to be back! For my own part, here is a crude preview of a soon to come thingie. Just for fun. Something about Charlie and some Angels…

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Orphan Black – A Fedora of Crazy Set at a Jaunty Angle

In addition to being a designer and habitual filmmaker, I’m a fangirl. Perhaps you’ve noticed.

I have many many many words of kindness and fangirl worship to shower on Orphan Black, but my best advice to people unfamiliar with it is to watch the pilot. I binge-watched episodes 2-7 last week within the span on 3-4 hours and honestly, that’s something that is usually difficult for me because of my ADD tendencies when it comes to television and things in general. Orphan Black is like that one weird random book you pick up and keep flipping through, spellbound, until finally you realize you’ve come to the last chapter and blast it, you want more.

To digress, it’s a great show. The lead Tatiana Maslany is the greatest thing since the invention of the ice cream cone. To re-inforce this idea, I’m pic-spamming stills from E.4 — Effects of External Conditions. This is — I think — the third meeting between our protagonist clone Sarah, and Ukranian psycho serial killer clone Helena.

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Sarah Manning, demonstrating the inevitability…

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…of encounters with creepy-ass people in oddly lit parking garages.

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Tiny Feet In Huge Combat Boots

My week has been rather military themed in an odd way. I’m writing a post-apocalyptic story about weapons traffickers, and everything I’m designing has swords or something sharp in it. I’m not complaining about this theme, it is just…odd.

Eh.

After avoiding Firefly for years, I started watching it this week and it’s my new favorite old show that is also canceled (as are most of my favorite shows, go figure). So in the next few weeks, probably going to be a lot of Firefly fanart. …mostly River related. Because fuck yeah, River!

   

Fuck yeah.

Anyway.

Quick and dirty from a sketch tonight. Something nicer within the week.

And this, from a previous sketch, is going somewhere interesting. Might have some dragons, maybe.

Mmmm, dragons.

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Pissed Off Notes from the Mythological City of Themyscira

There’s this show called “Girls” which won some awards at the Emmys this year and which I’ve luckily been unable to watch because I don’t subscribe to cable. Some people I like are on it, but whatever, I don’t really care because the content of the program doesn’t appeal to me as far as shows about generational issues are concerned. I am 24 and pretty much a child of the 90ies, but I feel out of my generational loop. To be frank, I kind of think those kids are crazy.

Case in point: Girls. The latest HBO phenomenon which I proudly profess to know absolutely zilch about, other than that Lena Dunham is apparently some kind of hero now or something. I came across this article regarding the latest episode I didn’t watch, in which apparently some pretty revolting things happened to Shiri Appleby. After reading bug-eyed through the article, and even then seeing what Bitch Magazine (yes, I read that on occasion) had to say about it, I proceeded to see what the consensus was among commentators. This particular, from the THR article, struck me to think a little bit about whether or not I was being kneejerk in my reaction to the description of what transpired on the show.

“This scene revealed so much about who Adam is, who he was trying to be, and how his behavior and impulses can shut him away from other people.  Sex is an intimate act that can be simultaneously used as a way to experience closeness but at an arm’s length.  Adam routinely does this on the show, and his self-implosion was indeed a dark and sad.  It was important in expressing this about his character that we see exactly what it is he did to this poor girl, who was an innocent bystander to a complicated and troubled man’s unraveling.”

It occured to me that I could write this exact same passage in relation to a film about war featuring graphic depictions of death and gore. So in that light I’m willing to concede the commenters point. But on the other hand, what I desperately wish to know is why do we care who this asshole Adam is at all? He clearly needs therapy or a prodigious smack upside his fat head. The character is a person of inferior moral and psychological character who can apparently only feel something when he is using another human being as his own personal Kleenex tissue. Why would I bother to waste my time on a creature like that, who does not seem to want help, or particularly care for it? And as to the person who is allowing themselves to be used as his Kleenex, as to their character, I am quite sad and reluctant to speculate.

At the core, it continues to confound and disturb me that there are women  and men in existence who allow other human beings (?)  to humiliate them psychologically, without defending their dignity or putting up a fight against obvious malicious mental and physical assaults. We were created with a beautiful, bright mind capable to of so much. We were created with hands capable of balling into hard fists. We were created as individuals, with minds, souls and feelings of our own. I truly believe that we all, male and female, have the power to reach inside of our quivering mortal coil when we are faced with cretins such as are depicted on this show, and say, “SCREW YOU, ASSHOLE, GO FUCK YOURSELF.” Not very eloquent, but applicable in this, and many, cases.

I hear many voices defending Girls as an important and thoughtful narrative, and I question why…but apparently I can’t question it enough to really put the effort into watching the show.  The character repulse me. I find their lack of self-esteem bizarre and horrifying. My feathers are ruffled by the sight of sexual assault. Had I been Steig Larsson, as he so claimed, I would have kicked the raping freak of nature in his face, head and nuts instead of passing by quietly and then out of guilt, writing an amazing novel making a hero out of the victim I could have saved. That’s how I am, and unrealistically, it’s how I believe all people should be. I won’t be a bystander, I won’t be shat on and I won’t call violent or demeaning sex acts on my television meaningful or art. To borrow from my ranty Facebook post, it seems like the quest for actual, tangible intellect and knowledge of things other than the worldly world has taken a back seat while the sexual revolution — masquerading as feminism — has come simply strides in the past few decades. Feminism, as I understand it, was borne out of the desire to find equality in the workplace, in places of law and business, to transcend the kitchen and to rediscover — perhaps even re-invent — the Mother As Warrior. It seems that somewhere along the way, feminism became about burning bras, showing your tits and not getting yelled at for it. To be frank, I don’t know what feminism is supposed to be anymore, which is why I balk at labeling myself as a feminist. People assume because I advocate for female empowerment in a lot of the things I write and the art I create, that I am a feminist, But I’m not by conventional standards. I believe in psychological empowerment for women and for men, and the triumph of the spiritual, creative, literary and thoughtful woman. I don’t believe in the selfish and fluffy, carnally oriented women of Brave New World’s dystopia, I believe in the educated, brave and stalwart woman of Austen and Dickens’ novels, who transcended tragedy and despair and — for the most part, on the heroines’ parts, mainly — never lost sight of who they were. The women of Girls are the women of Brave New World, mindless in servitude to their desires, tools for the people around them, aware of the worldly but not of the world. ““Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I’m in a coma.”

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