Kat Johnston

Tag: pirate

  • Digital: Orson the Pirate Kitty.

    Kat Johnston Digital Work: Orson the pirate kitty: he could take on a ninja, a robot and a unicorn with one paw tied behind his back… and still be up for snuggles!

    So if you read yesterday’s post, you’ll realize that Oarsome (as I named him for ze zombie concept) is actually named Orson in the real world.

    I have a super-secret project I’m starting to play with and Orson is going to feature in it somewhere. Not quite sure where yet, but he has to be in it! Therefore dipping my toe back into doing vector art seemed like a simply awesome idea. I haven’t done it in quite a while, since I tend to prefer pen and paper, but it was about time that I started refining my skills in it again, since it has been so long.

    So yes.. there we go! Draft one for Orson. Yes, he will get a body too, but I’m taking this one step at a time! I wonder who will be next? Hmmmm…

  • A random little snippet of still-half-dreaming.

    Just a boy upon a page – only time will tell if he has a story worth telling.

    In a world turned upside down, where bananas ate monkeys and monkeys ate cheese, there existed a man named Poe. He wasn’t an especially exciting man, so far as men go, but he did live in an interesting world. That was enough.

    That is a little line or two of nothingness and nonsense just for you, dear readers. The picture doesn’t actually accompany them: they just exist side by side as two little snippets of ‘something’ born from the half-awake state of post-sleeping wakefulness. It is a comfy, fuzzy existence in that place – not quite fully awake, clinging to the bliss of total relaxation, not wanting to pry yourself loose from that dreaming moment – eventually letting it trickle away, bit by bit, until you’re finally claimed again by the staid and stale existence of ‘reality’. The made-up world is just so much better some days, isn’t it?

    Do you dream?

    Not just those little, boring flashbacks and reworked memories, but actually dream? I do. In vivid brilliance with tales and story-weavings full of wonder and intrigue… adventures and mayham, heroines and villians just as heroic and villianous as a hero and villian can be. They are not always epic, but they do tend to have incredible depth and detail. So much so that I can turn to my poor, long-suffering husband and assult his ears for over an hour just recounting the things that occurred once I’ve dredged myself up into a state of full consciousness. Logic is not necessary, though it doesn’t entirely hurt to fill out the gaps and connect the dots between here and there. That is one of the wonders of dreams: they never have to make sense. They just have to be.