A feral-looking Octavia lunges forth, stopped only by Vinyl’s magic holding up a broken chair leg. Fangs are bared and blood is splattered, remnants of a former meal. A moment in time from a story that the commissioner is developing, one that I wanted to do justice for maybe obvious reasons.
This piece was rather challenging and experimental, despite my interest in its subject matter. I’ve been generally struggling with the reality that my technical skill is not as strong as it could be, and I’ve been trying out different processes and mindsets when making art. I’m not 100% satisfied with my new process just yet, but this is a step above my other recent experiments, I believe.
I wonder if it’s bad for business for artists to be honest about their struggles with the process. But frankly, the only people who matter are the ones who care about honesty.