A while back I made some Welcome to Night Vale sprites in the style of Mother 3 (AKA the sequel to the JRPG Earthbound) because both series are great examples of mixing the suburban mundane with the strange and extraordinary. I didn’t really show many people since I only did about 13 sprites.
One person I did show was my girlfriend Orin ( shinythingsbyorindrake ) and she has been ever so kind to recreate my Cecil and Kevin as beaded pendants because she is exceptionally awesome that way. I wish I could get a better picture of them since they are so amazingly shiny in real life. But one thing is for certain - I’m gonna wear them to the Live Show next week!
(PS - See more of Orin’s work at her Etsy Shop, Shiny Things by Orin Drake.)
I made the things! Some extra pictures, just ‘cause.
It’s next to impossible to get decent pictures of intense shiny. But it’s worth it for intense shiny.
I kinda forgot to show off Kevin when I actually made him, but yay for showing them both off now.
There was a phrase that kept coming to mind at the end of the harassment debacle. I thought it would be perfect for a bracelet, and lo. Combustible lemonade.
I also have the gall to suggest that I might get paid for it at some point. (It’s available for sale, in other words.)
Didn’t mean to take so long, but I was busy working on a commission and fulfilling orders. *great big creepy fake smile*
Some comics about thoughts about hands to get me back into the comics groove~
-strokes own hand- I don’t ever want to lose you my precious hand… -cries-
What a truly lovely sentiment.
The Internet (and Art) is (are) Serious Business
Today I woke up to three more Disqus comments from the same IP address but different names and e-mails, and five more anon Tumblr messages to my personal Tumblr account, one after another. The reason you don’t see these were now are twofold: they come off as advertisement for the harasser, and it’s pretty much exactly the same thing I’ve already posted in different words (except for the “Another woman who doesn’t know when to stop.” comment, go winner). To revisit this saga which would seem to be interconnected: original post, part 2, part 3.
So let me just address the specifics of why I’m not just letting this go and forgetting about it.
1.) The “you wouldn’t be harassed in the first place if you hadn’t said anything” reasoning. Followed by the “if you just take everything down and ignore it, then you’ll be left alone”. This is skin-crawlingly disturbing. This is the Bully’s/Abuser’s Credo. And this is bullshit. I don’t care what the situation is.
2.) This is my blog. This is about my art and experience as an artist. This is sure as hell part of my experience as an artist. I’m going to talk about things that annoy me, or that I like, or that have happened to me which seem like odd little bumps in the road but become spirals of wtf. All of this information is publicly available, including IP addresses if you know where and how to look. Some pages are coded much better than others. Admittedly even if the initial conversation regarding the Journey Cuff had been private, I likely still would have talked about the conversation itself.
3.) I want people to know this happened. They’re free to make their own judgments, but I’m not going to pretend that this didn’t happen, that the same IP address didn’t attempt to pretend to be multiple people with different e-mail addresses and attempted to leave some slightly disturbing comments and what were probably meant to be personal attacks. I am going to tell people, and I am going to find out if this has happened before, and I am going to add my voice to future voices speaking about this type of situation and attitude.
4.) I’m still trying to figure out the exact motivation. That’s more of a personal thing. If actual mental illness is a factor then I sure as hell don’t want to be attacking or making light of that. Anything short of mental illness is still… difficult to understand.
Ultimately, there is no point in communicating with angry internet men (thank you for that term and a billion examples in the past, RPS). As much as I do not agree with silence or silencing anyone, the anon thing has lost all super-exciting value and security has been tightened.
Go now, all of you, and make things. Make good art. And don’t let the bastards grind you down.
I will say it again. Fuck. No.