If anything can inspire a story, it's these illustrations by Devon Smith - women
riddled with melancholy, apathy, determination, suspicion, and yearning.
Devon enjoys reading old science fiction novels. She relates to two truths that
seem common to most breeds of artist: that you must create for yourself alone,
and that a common struggle will be your audience not matching your
enthusiasm for a work.
Take a look and see if any of her illustrations prompt a story for you...
Showing posts with label etsy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label etsy. Show all posts
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 14, 2014
illustration - jennifer davis
Monsters and dreamers and gorillas, oh my! Have a look at the art
of Jennifer Davis. She's known for being fond of putting animals
into human situations, starting her paintings with the eyes since they
are the "soul" and anchor of a painting, and completing much of a
piece before suddenly painting over all she'd done. "I enjoy the
repetitive labor," she says, "finding the bravery to paint over it and
uncover something fresh." (LazyCobra)
In that way, painting may have a common thread with writing...
Repetition, starting over, multiple drafts, discoveries...
Enjoy.
of Jennifer Davis. She's known for being fond of putting animals
into human situations, starting her paintings with the eyes since they
are the "soul" and anchor of a painting, and completing much of a
piece before suddenly painting over all she'd done. "I enjoy the
repetitive labor," she says, "finding the bravery to paint over it and
uncover something fresh." (LazyCobra)
In that way, painting may have a common thread with writing...
Repetition, starting over, multiple drafts, discoveries...
Enjoy.
Friday, December 27, 2013
a dreamer's wisdom - amelia barr
No disappointment must discourage, and a run back must often
be allowed, in order to take a longer leap forward.
- Amelia Barr
be allowed, in order to take a longer leap forward.
- Amelia Barr
By Eine Der Guten |
Sunday, December 15, 2013
on writing - robert southey
Be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams, the more they
are condensed the deeper they burn.
- Robert Southey, poet
are condensed the deeper they burn.
- Robert Southey, poet
By Violet May |
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
a dreamer's wisdom - e.m. forster
Adventures do occur, but not punctually. Life rarely gives us what
we want at the moment we consider appropriate.
- E.M. Forster, A Passage to India
we want at the moment we consider appropriate.
- E.M. Forster, A Passage to India
By calamari studio |
Thursday, May 9, 2013
illustration - kristin kwan
wonders such as these. Characters, snapshots of surreal situations,
moments that leave the onlooker yearning for more. In her own
words, "When I was two and a half I drew my first picture, a
(rather snarled) robin; and my paintings are still filled with birds,
and other beasts too, who act out little dramas and mysterious
tableaus." Mysterious tableaus. Love it. Have a look...
Thursday, March 14, 2013
illustration - cendrine rovini
These works by Rovini are simply breathtaking. Of her artistry
she says, "This is not a whim, I merely need this, I need to express
those things I have in me and floating around me, trying to make
them visible a little more." Her main sources of inspiration are the
characters already in her head, who she has a hard time claiming
creatorship for. When she has an idea, she's impatient to begin the
work, and can't wait for all to be in order so she can begin. She
says, "I just follow the lines and colors arriving under my hands
directly from this space of my soul." (Via Ana Pina)
Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices
begin to speak... surrender to them. Don't ask first whether it's
permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god.
You will ruin yourself if you do that. - Hermann Hesse
she says, "This is not a whim, I merely need this, I need to express
those things I have in me and floating around me, trying to make
them visible a little more." Her main sources of inspiration are the
characters already in her head, who she has a hard time claiming
creatorship for. When she has an idea, she's impatient to begin the
work, and can't wait for all to be in order so she can begin. She
says, "I just follow the lines and colors arriving under my hands
directly from this space of my soul." (Via Ana Pina)
Gaze into the fire, into the clouds, and as soon as the inner voices
begin to speak... surrender to them. Don't ask first whether it's
permitted, or would please your teachers or father or some god.
You will ruin yourself if you do that. - Hermann Hesse
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
illustration - jenny meilihove
I love these by Jenny Meilihove. There's nothing explicitly
magical in them, but its there, somewhere in the eccentricity.
A creepy child stuck in the middle of a rug, another playing
the accordion. The anticipation of a wind-up toy, a peculiar
way of dressing. There are stories here.
magical in them, but its there, somewhere in the eccentricity.
A creepy child stuck in the middle of a rug, another playing
the accordion. The anticipation of a wind-up toy, a peculiar
way of dressing. There are stories here.
Friday, October 26, 2012
the well written - stephen king
But Nadine had always and forever belonged only to Nadine. She was
the aerth's child... Aunt and Uncle were too old, they had been in their
mid fifties when she turned sixteen, the year she had run fleetly through
the dewy grass under the moon - the night of wine, when dreams
condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy. A lovenight. And
if the boy caught her she would have given him whatever prizes were hers
to give... But he hadn't caught her. A cloud had drifted over the moon.
The dew began to feel clammy and unpleasant, frightening. The taste of
wine in her mouth had somehow changed to the taste of electric spit;
slightly sour. A kind of metamorphosis had taken place, a feeling that she
should, must wait. And where had he been then, her intended, her dark
bridegroom?
- Stephen King, The Stand
the aerth's child... Aunt and Uncle were too old, they had been in their
mid fifties when she turned sixteen, the year she had run fleetly through
the dewy grass under the moon - the night of wine, when dreams
condensed out of thin air like the nightmilk of fantasy. A lovenight. And
if the boy caught her she would have given him whatever prizes were hers
to give... But he hadn't caught her. A cloud had drifted over the moon.
The dew began to feel clammy and unpleasant, frightening. The taste of
wine in her mouth had somehow changed to the taste of electric spit;
slightly sour. A kind of metamorphosis had taken place, a feeling that she
should, must wait. And where had he been then, her intended, her dark
bridegroom?
- Stephen King, The Stand
By Dan-ah Kim |
Sunday, September 30, 2012
from unexpected places - vintage astronomy prints
These are from Etsy's Antique Print Store. What kind of characters
would own them? What kind lived through some of these spectacles,
lives forever changed by wonder? Are any of these characters yours?
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
- Carl Sagan
would own them? What kind lived through some of these spectacles,
lives forever changed by wonder? Are any of these characters yours?
Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.
- Carl Sagan
Ziva Comet, 1858 |
Comet Nuclei, 1940's |
Thursday, September 27, 2012
the well written - margaret atwood
She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.
In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each
assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said,
what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they
argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut
themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together,
she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?
- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each
assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said,
what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they
argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut
themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together,
she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?
- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
By Claire Price |
Thursday, July 12, 2012
on writing success - 9 tips from elmore leonard
1 Never open a book with weather. If it's only to create atmosphere, and not a
character's reaction to the weather, you don't want to go on too long.
2 Avoid prologues: A prologue in a novel is backstory, and you can drop it in
anywhere you want.
3 Never use a verb other than "said" to carry dialogue. The line of dialogue
belongs to the character; the verb is the writer sticking his nose in. But "said"
is far less intrusive than "grumbled", "gasped", "cautioned", "lied". I once
noticed Mary McCarthy ending a line of dialogue with "she asseverated" and
had to stop reading and go to the dictionary.
4 Never use an adverb to modify the verb "said" ... he admonished gravely.
To use an adverb this way (or almost any way) is a mortal sin. The writer is
now exposing himself in earnest, using a word that distracts and can interrupt
the rhythm of the exchange.
5 Keep your exclamation points under control. You are allowed no more
than two or three per 100,000 words of prose.
6 Never use the words "suddenly" or "all hell broke loose". This rule doesn't
require an explanation. I have noticed that writers who use "suddenly" tend to
exercise less control in the application of exclamation points.
7 Use regional dialect, patois, sparingly.
8 Avoid detailed descriptions of characters. In Ernest Hemingway's "Hills
Like White Elephants", what do the "American and the girl with him" look like?
"She had taken off her hat and put it on the table." That's the only reference to
a physical description in the story.
9 Don't go into great detail describing places and things, unless you're Margaret
Atwood and can paint scenes with language. You don't want descriptions that
bring the action, the flow of the story, to a standstill.
Via Elmore Leonard & The Guardian
character's reaction to the weather, you don't want to go on too long.
2 Avoid prologues: A prologue in a novel is backstory, and you can drop it in
anywhere you want.
3 Never use a verb other than "said" to carry dialogue. The line of dialogue
belongs to the character; the verb is the writer sticking his nose in. But "said"
is far less intrusive than "grumbled", "gasped", "cautioned", "lied". I once
noticed Mary McCarthy ending a line of dialogue with "she asseverated" and
had to stop reading and go to the dictionary.
4 Never use an adverb to modify the verb "said" ... he admonished gravely.
To use an adverb this way (or almost any way) is a mortal sin. The writer is
now exposing himself in earnest, using a word that distracts and can interrupt
the rhythm of the exchange.
5 Keep your exclamation points under control. You are allowed no more
than two or three per 100,000 words of prose.
6 Never use the words "suddenly" or "all hell broke loose". This rule doesn't
require an explanation. I have noticed that writers who use "suddenly" tend to
exercise less control in the application of exclamation points.
7 Use regional dialect, patois, sparingly.
8 Avoid detailed descriptions of characters. In Ernest Hemingway's "Hills
Like White Elephants", what do the "American and the girl with him" look like?
"She had taken off her hat and put it on the table." That's the only reference to
a physical description in the story.
9 Don't go into great detail describing places and things, unless you're Margaret
Atwood and can paint scenes with language. You don't want descriptions that
bring the action, the flow of the story, to a standstill.
Via Elmore Leonard & The Guardian
By Irene Dimdi |
Saturday, June 23, 2012
on writing and reading - william faulkner
Read, read, read. Read everything - trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it.
Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
- William Faulkner
Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
- William Faulkner
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By Maja Lindberg |
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
the well written - a dreamer's wisdom - charles de lint
I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile.
I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry
a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore.
I want to be magic.
- Charles de Lint
I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry
a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore.
I want to be magic.
- Charles de Lint
By Kat Cameron |
illustration - octopus and squid hats
All these illustrators creating pieces with octopuses and squid on people's heads.
The question has to be asked - what would cause a character to wear an octopus on his/her head?
It's a pet, it holds their brain, a version of Medusa, some kind of a curse, a removed mermaid...
What else?
The question has to be asked - what would cause a character to wear an octopus on his/her head?
It's a pet, it holds their brain, a version of Medusa, some kind of a curse, a removed mermaid...
What else?
By Kasper Lundsfryd |
By Luc Thijssen |
By Ryan Boyle |
By Camilla Dericco |
By Beau Wylie |
By Salome Slme |
By Rivenis |
Sunday, April 29, 2012
from unexpected places - noveau motley on etsy
Noveau Motley on etsy makes steampunk-type jewelry. Harry Potter had
its time turner. Hugo needed a special key. Lord of the Rings had, you know.
What unique artifact could play a character in your next story?
its time turner. Hugo needed a special key. Lord of the Rings had, you know.
What unique artifact could play a character in your next story?
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