Monthly Archive for September, 2008

Another little dandelion day-dream.

Kat Johnston Sketch - a little pair of dandelions sitting in the grass, a little rough sketching to make the day go past.

Just a little picture drawn quickly to get something up by early afternoon. I’ve been doing a lot of dandelions recently, for some reason. I think I’m going to make them the little ’symbol’ for Atelodemiourgiopapyrophobia, a fear of imperfect creative activity on paper. When you can’t think of something to draw, you might as well draw dandelions, yes? Ahh, my ‘fear of drawing on an empty page’ phobia is getting a little life of its own here… but I’m going with it.

I think it would actually be a great name for an exhibition: a showing of sketchbooks, of works on paper, the great and brilliant pieces mixed in with the ones that probably get overlooked even by the artist themselves… in other words, pointing out the fact that each and every thing drawn, painted and roughed out is important in its own right. Each one is a step forward, each failure a step closer to an even better failure; sometimes success.

How would we polish our skills without trying things and seeing if they work? How are we ever going to advance ourselves and challenge the boundaries of what we do if we don’t give it a go? If you never reach for the stars, then there is no chance that you are ever going to reach them unless you ride on the coattails of someone who can. A song comes to mind, actually - They All Laughed, a great Gershwin song from 1937.

I can’t count the number of things that I have just stumbled upon by simply giving it a go, trying something new and often stepping back afterwards and going ‘oh my god… that’s horrible’. The fun thing with that though is that we know what not to do next time. That said, I admit I’ll often try it over, because you never know quite when the first time was just a fluke. Find glory in the failures, fail in style and never forget that not ever failure is quite what it seems from the outset. Accidental discoveries such as silly putty would never have happened without it! Yes, there are more significant discoveries than silly putty, but hey, its so funnnnnn!

Just a little note saying thank you also to QUT’s Artisan newsletter for including a link to the site - I had a whooping 194 visits to the site yesterday, with five more wonderful responses to the survey. Thank you QUT, thanks to those who visited and to those who have yet to visit but probably will.

Announcement and Update: one month has passed me by, and I’m drawing in a real sketchbook.

Kat Johnston art - looking at a blank page is hard. Its so full of potential, and -you- have the potential to screw it up. But as the saying goes: nothing ventured, nothing gained.

A quick note on the picture above, before it goes into the hugely long post of today. I’ve entitled it ‘Dandelion Dreaming’ and it currently occupies a place in one of my ‘real’ sketchbooks. Please read on - the site has been live for a month today, so it is a bit of a long post to kinda reflect on this fact.

Atelodemiourgiopapyrophobia - the fear of imperfect creative activity on paper. A word first coined in this post. It may not be a ‘true’ phobia, but it is certainly something a lot of us must face at one point or another. Ever sat down to write a hand-written letter and been scared to start because you just know that you are going to misspell something? Atelodemiourgiopapyrophobia.

Whilst the above example is certainly pertinent, the more common one for me has to do with sketching in a nicely bound, beautifully presented sketchbook - not the spiral-bound cheapies, or the lecture notepads… with those, you can always just turn another page, or even tear it out. There is something special, something exquisite about a sketchbook that is just waiting to be a showcase of the things that flitter around on the edge of your consciousness, works in their own right waiting to be committed to a journal, which, while rough and underdeveloped at times, you would be proud to hand to someone else and go ‘this is mine’.

Having a ‘digital sketchbook’ such as this blog may go a way towards battling this, but I am able to, as with the ‘cheapie’ sketchbooks, pick and choose what I display here. I can toss away the incredibly bad bits and pieces and just throw up the ‘this is passable’ stuff. It just isn’t the same.

Thus, I’ve started trying to draw in ‘actual’ sketchbooks now and then. It is something that I have seemingly avoided for quite a while - it does actually scare me. I see pictures of people’s sketchbooks and I am in awe of the things they produce, page after page of perfection - or at least, that is how I see it. How can I live up to that? Sketchbooks such as these are creative works in their own rights, no matter how much people may argue to the contrary. Whilst they may not have the centre-stage such as a well-worked painting under spotlights may have, I find them to be just as interesting, just as relevant, just as fascinating - perhaps even moreso at times because it is so raw and often unfiltered.

Anyhow, this roundabout post is kinda just trying to point out that I am trying to do something about this silly fear I have of ruining a perfectly good sketchbook. ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained’ is the old saying, and I’m coming to realize that it is a saying I should pay more heed to.

On May the 16th, 2008 I started a little blog on the spur of the moment, thinking ‘if not now, then when?’. It was updated only semi-regularly, though the goal was for a once-a-day sketch as it is now. It was frequented only once in a while by a few friends, some family and so on. I never did anything to promote it, beyond telling a person or two.

Then I had a chance to do my major assignment for my coursework on a subject of my choice. This website became that project. The saying ‘It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt’ did occur to me, but I had been doing that forever - if no-one ever sees your work, then they can’t point out that its not great, right? But nor are you going to get anywhere or move forward. Whilst I don’t generally go in for the whole ’self help’ mantras, this one has always rung true for me: ‘If you always do what you’ve always done you’ll always get what you’ve always got’ (Tony Robbins, in case you were curious… I had to look it up). So I did it anyway. I could have gone with a safe project, and written an essay, but instead I decided it was time to promote me.

On the 29th of August, after weeks of learning css on the fly, modifying wordpress themes and making a place to call my virtual own, KatJohnston.com went live. As of the moment I write this, I have had 1,293 visits to this site, ranging from people I know, to people that I certainly hadn’t met before this project went underway. I’ve been putting myself out there on social networking applications: facebook, twitter, delicious and more, actually trying to get people to see what I do, who I am, even if it is just the rough sketches and flittery thoughts rather than the refined works. I’ve been consistently throwing up at least one sketch a day, even when that sketch is barely more than a few flicks of a pen to say ‘there, I’ve done a sketch, now I need some sleep’.

Before I started out on doing this, I wasn’t drawing consistently. I wasn’t doing something day by day, every day and I certainly didn’t feel as if I wanted to be in my studio every waking moment. Right now, I cannot wait until my time at university is over. I am still working strong on assignments with another month ahead of me, but I’m almost counting down the days until I am done and will have time to paint and draw for more than a minute here, or an hour there. Believe it or not, doing this has actually made me enthusiastic about something that has fallen to the wayside for far too long: creating.

Perhaps it is the fact that people are actually seeing my work, or the fact that I have people now who I know check this site day by day to see what I have drawn. Perhaps it is just that I can scroll through these pages myself and go ‘you know, I actually like what I do’ in a way that can’t really be done with scraps of paper scattered from one end of the house to the other in a dozen different books and places. It isn’t life-changing stuff, its just random thoughts, random sketches and things that make me smile - but it has made a real difference. I’m showing my work to people, risking ‘failure’, rejection and more by throwing the good up with the not-so-perfect, but I’m doing it anyway. I’m also starting to sketch in sketchbooks now. Yup, I am a little scared - I think I always will be when it comes to this. But I’m doing it anyway.

Something has been ventured: everything has been gained.

Jenny makes another appearance.

Kat Johnston sketch - Another Jenny, and I've even done the whole body... not sure if it is the final body she's going to get, but it looks good for now.

I’ve had this one in the sketchbook for over a week now, just never got around to actually scanning it in - and since I am working on a larger sketch at the moment, I thought I’d throw up this one to fill in the gap for today. For those who are seeing Jenny for the first time today, try checking out the ‘Jenny’ category to get an idea of her progression.

Anyhow, stay tuned for something more substantial either later tonight or tomorrow. I’ve been busy working on a slightly more detailed sketch and cursing the fact that I need a better desk, so I’ll post the results of that little experiment when I’m done.

So far, I’ve been having fun with it save for one, rather annoying thing. The pen I have started drawing it with is faltering. Now for me, this is not a good thing… because not all pens are created equal and the pen I am using is not a generic bic or something. If it were, I could just pick up another generic bic, and continue with a nice, fresh pen. Since I don’t have a refil for this pen, nor another pen exactly the same, I have to continue with using this one. Argh!

Ah well… it is my own fault. I have been using that pen to death recently, and it is about time it falters. I think it is actually a combination of the pen and the type of paper I’m using. Well, I’d better get back to it!

In between comedy and mockumentary lies Bobbles, the friendly alien.

Kat Johnston Sketch - I have named him Bobbles. Because he has, uh, bobbles?

Just a quick one this evening… I have named him Bobbles. He was drawn yesterday between editing the formatting for scripted scenes. This assignment was fairly interesting to do: one scene, presented as a script in three different genres. I decided to do comedy, mockumentary, and erotica. ‘Why, Kat?’ you ask? Because the scenario worked for all three, because I needed a good chuckle, and lord help me the lecturer said she was up for anything. Lets test that theory, shall we? Don’t worry, I did actually run it by her before going ahead with it. She loved the idea.

Phew! Only three more assignments to go. Only, I say? Hardly. But its just so much easier to try and think of it as ‘only’ rather than ‘ok, the ‘easy’ ones are over and done with, now for the big, bad, nasty ones’. The first description has a much better ring to it, yes?

Atelodemiourgiopapyrophobia - the fear of imperfect creative activity on paper.

Kat Johnston - Atelodemiourgiopapyrophobia, a fear of imperfect creative activity on paper.

I know, it is rather a mouthful, isn’t it? A friend and I have looked high and low to find a proper term for a fear of ruining a blank page. We have found fear of blank paper (vacansopapurosophobia), fear of imperfection (atelophobia),  fear of ruin (atephobia) and fear of failure (atychiphobia), but none quite describes it perfectly.

What am I talking about exactly? I’m talking about the fear of ruining a beautiful, pristine, blank piece of paper. The fear that so many of us seem to face as we stare down at that first intimidating page in a brand new journal or sketch-book, sitting there so full of amazing potential of what ‘could be’; that is, until we make that first stroke of a pen, the first sweep of a brush. Not one, single mistake lies between cover and cover yet: its perfect. The things that could potentially rest on those pristine sheets are the things dreams are made of - until we actually write or draw in it and stuff it all up with a misplaced squiggle or a crossed out word.

Its easy to look at an empty sketchbook and imagine all the great things that could go on those pages. Its much harder to actually make the move to do so, and risk creating a garbled, disorganized mess; which in my case at least, is far more likely than having it turn out to be the new next best thing to Da Vinci’s journals.

All those phobias above are just fine, well and good, however they do not capture that specific fear that we artists, writers, and other creative individuals seem to face. They are general and overarching. Am I afraid of all blank paper? No, not at all. It isn’t blank paper by itself that scares me, but the ruining of said paper by creating something unworthy of it - messing it all up. Is it a fear of failure? Well, of course… but it isn’t a fear of failure overall, it is fear of failure at this one specific task of drawing something good on paper that deserves a good drawing.

Thus, I propose that we actually name this fear. No-one (so far as I can see) has made a good one yet, so it might as well be Lins and I who coin the term. Here are a few options, for those who like choices. Credit goes to Lins for coming up with the words from their various etymologies:

Atepapyrophobia - a fear of ruined paper.

  • Word origins: ‘Ate‘ from Greek Ate (goddess of rash destructive deeds). ‘Papyro‘ from Middle English / from Old French papier / from Latin papȳrus, papyrus plant, papyrus paper / from Greek papūros.

Atekanevaphobia - a fear of ruined canvas.

  • Word origins: ‘Ate‘ from Greek Ate (goddess of rash destructive deeds) ‘kaneva‘ from 1260, from Anglo-Fr. canevaz / from O.Fr. canevas / from V.L. *cannapaceus “made of hemp” / from L. cannabis / from Gk. kannabis “hemp,” a Scythian or Thracian word.

Ateloaetorrophobia - the fear of an imperfect creation.

  • Word origins: ‘Atelo‘ from Greek ateles literally ‘without end’, meaning incomplete, inchoate, imperfect. ‘aetroro‘ from the Greek aetorrous literally meaning ‘creating’.

Atelodemiourgiophobia - the fear of imperfect creative activity.

  • Word origins: ‘Atelo‘ from Greek ateles literally ‘without end’, meaning incomplete, inchoate, imperfect. ‘Demiourgio‘ from Greek ‘demiourgia’ literally workmanship, handicraft, meaning creative activity.

Atelodemiourgiopapyrophobia - the fear of imperfect creative activity on paper.

  • Word origins: ‘Atelo‘ from Greek ateles literally ‘without end’, meaning incomplete, inchoate, imperfect. ‘Demiourgio‘ from Greek ‘demiourgia’ literally workmanship, handicraft, meaning creative activity. ‘Papyro‘ from Middle English / from Old French papier / from Latin papȳrus, papyrus plant, papyrus paper / from Greek papūros.

I for one think that ‘atelodemiourgiophobia’ is the better, broader, overarching term for this fear of failing in creative endeavours. After all, I have the same problem standing back and looking at a blank canvas some days, as I do looking at that brand new bound sketchbook waiting to be drawn upon. But I don’t know… Atelodemiourgiopapyrophobia works too. And is far more impressive!

The sketch that accompanies this post? Well, perhaps it is my own little theraputic way of trying to overcome this phobia. Its drawn in a sketchbook. A good one. I’m never going to create the stuff dreams are made of between those covers unless I dare to give it a go now, am I?

Word origin credit goes to www.dictionary.com and the Greek-English Lexicon by Henry George Liddell and Robert Scott, hosted online at www.perseus.tufts.edu/.

I’m a little hedgehog, small and prickley…

Kat Johnston Sketch - Eeee! Aren't hedgehogs just the most adorable little things ever? I want one.

Just a very quick post today because I still have some script formatting to do before I can hand it over to the applicable people. I promise I will throw up something more substantial later. In the meantime, here is a quick hedgehog. Ohh, hedgehogs are so cuuuuuute! *goes off dancing the ‘hedgehogs are cute’ dance*

Did Tink really just fancy Wendy?

Kat Johnston - What's chasing little Wendy here? I'm not entirely sure! She's a cute little character though, no?

Well… you never know. Its one theory, in any case. The picture above is Wendy, albeit not exactly of the Disney variety. She is, perhaps, a younger version… about six or seven years old… Peter has not lost his shadow yet, there is no ticking clock to signal the advance of one hungry and vengeful crocodile and little Tinkerbell has not yet tried to murder the competition.

Perhaps Wendy is sitting there on the seat by the window as Mr and Mrs Darling soothe the still crying Michael in his bassinet, cooing over him with concern as John glares from his bed just beside them, with all the jealous anger of a four year old who is not the one getting the attention. Wendy, however, doesn’t really mind. She’s allowed to have the curtains drawn open way past her bed-time.

She’s wrapped around in a warm down comforter, her eyes wide and bright as the cries of her brother are drowned out by the wonder of seeing a London street bathed in the milky glow of the moon reflected off brand new snow not yet disturbed by the carriages and horses that will undoubtedly trundle by before she wakes in the morn. By that time, the pristine snow will already have been churned into a muddy slush.

Wendy would look towards the sky filled with tiny pinpricks of beautiful white light, dotted against a velvet sea of deep, dark blue and dream… seeing just one of those stars seemingly tumble out of the sky before righting itself and flickering out of sight. A little white moth, who’s roamed too far from the glow of the august street-lanterns? A speck of snow, trying to escape from a wayward cloud not present in a cloudless sky? Or perhaps… just perhaps… her first little hint of what is to come, as miss Wendy spies her rival and perhaps future lady love for the first time, before little Tink goes darting out of sight.

Another day, another sketch.

Kat Johnston Sketch - another night of marketing, another random sketch, another day closer to the end of the semester.

Another random sketch and one I do not yet think is complete. She’s telling me she wants more and I’m telling her ‘later’ because I need to throw something up onto the site now! So I will throw up a ‘completed’ one later, if a completed one later happens to exist. It started off with the face, and then the curves down below… then things sort of started growing from there. Where it will go… I actually have an inkling or two, but I’m going to keep them to myself and leave it as a surprise when you see more of her.

A little interesting link today, because I know how much I love finding these little gems of the internet: One Mile Scroll, which I discovered through my twitter feed thanks to @caroline, another twitter user. It turns one whole mile into a scrollable webpage, complete with the option to contribute height markers along the way to make the scroll more interesting. A novel way to deliver little factoids alongside transforming “virtual space into an actual, physical distance”.

I must admit, I wasn’t expecting Twitter to be of much ‘use’ to me when I started playing around with it, but I have actually been finding it incredibly fun to get involved with it. Yay Twitter! Oh, if you happen to want to join me on twitter, the username is KatJohnston (original I know), or you can just click here to see my Twitter profile. An incentive for joining me there? I send out an update on Twitter automatically each time I post a new entry on here - so you can be the first to know when something goes up!

Edit: just adding in another interesting little link because I am sure that some others would enjoy it as much as I do. Before I die I want to… is a project that takes snapshots of people with polaroid cameras (who have stopped producing their materials and is thus ‘dying’ in its own right) with their hand-written statement of what they want to do before they die on their photograph. The site then states that it wants to go back and actually find out if people have done what they have set out to do after a good period of time has elapsed. I love the concept behind this, and the execution is also just great. Well worth a look. Uhh, and if anyone happens to have a polaroid camera and some film in Brisbane and doesn’t mind taking a shot of me, I’d love to have my picture up there too! Can anyone hook me up?

Trick or treat?

Kat Johnston sketch - just something rough to consider the season we're coming into... yay for pumpkins! Eeeevil pumpkins.

This is just a quick little sketch thrown up because I can’t -not- put up a sketch of my own today… even if it is rather late in the evening for another post. Rather halloween inspired, I suppose!

You know… I’ve never tried pumpkin pie. Perhaps it is because I do generally have a bit of an aversion to pumpkins - they are certainly not my favourite food in the world. I rather enjoy a good home-made pumpkin soup, but pumpkin itself, not so much. Especially since it doesn’t like me. That’s right, pumpkin does not like me. One attacked me when I was innocently going about my business, so I’ll just assume that they all aren’t all that partial to me.

I was just casually walking up the back steps of my little home one fine day, when one lunged at me and tried to eat my foot. It got away with nearly breaking a toe, but luckily nothing too serious. I can’t say I don’t blame them for not liking me though… I wouldn’t particularly like being blended up and served with a nice crusty bread-roll either.

A note for anyone visiting when I’m out of the house: please leave gifts of pumpkins where I can see them without having to look down. Even better? Bake them into a pie for me so that I can give it a go.

A guest spot!

Kat Johnston - nope. I didn't draw this. This is drawn by my exceedingly talented and awesome sister. See? Brilliance runs in the family!

This picture… is not mine *gasp*. Today, I’m doing a guest spot to feature one of my incredibly brilliant and overly talented sisters! I would like to think that I inspired her to get into drawing… but the likelihood is that she just got into it herself. No harm in me taking credit for how great she is though, is there? Good. That’s settled.

My sisters have come to stay with me over their holidays so that they can get away from home for a bit and overdose on gummy bears, candy-bracelets and anything sugary they can salvage from the kitchen or, if necessary, the local supermarket. I suppose I should really be that ‘good big sister’ and feed them nice, healthy things (like lettuce… mmmm, lettuce), but if the girls want sugar they want sugar. What can I say? I’d be a horrible parent. This is why I don’t breed.

Anyhow, back to the arty type stuff. I pounced on the girl today and accosted her for a picture to throw up on the site. She pointed me towards her DeviantArt page. She hadn’t even told me she had one! Silly bunny… Anyhow, that aside, this picture is named ‘LMAO’ and here is her own little write-up of this picture:

Likes: Haruto (my other imaginary friend), Japanese food, art and music.
Dislikes: Everything other that what’s in the ‘like’ section.
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Jake is not easily amused.
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OK, this is Jake - one of two of my imaginary friends.

Talented little mite, isn’t she?