Hello there, this is Katana, also known as Kat in some circles. I'm your friendly neighborhood twenty-two-year-old illustrator/writer whose sarcasm is second to none and harboring the ability to verbalize the parentheses in stories. I drink coffee and draw like an addict and am liable to get you into things that I like. Currently the wielder of a BFA in Illustration and a minor in English.
Questions? Comments? Death threats? Feel free to PM or message me in some iteration. I'm always around, you just don't know it.
"Some of the great artists of our time started off by doodling in class. ...Maybe. Oh heck I dunno."
- Miss Anonymous
A thought I received at around 3 in the morning after reading Wayboy's "What Must Never Be". Fairly mediocre writing on my part, but hey, that's early AM wr...
So far, today has been an interesting day. The plan was to wake up around 8am, get to the art building at 8:30am in order for me to sign up for a walk-in appointment with the undergraduate adviser/my boss.
Well, that plan went down when I woke up at 10:03 and went "...crap".
So instead I get there at 10:30, but since the semester isn't even at the middle, I was able to get in within the span of about five minutes. What's nice about being a peer adviser is that I know all the requirements and such of the courses, so the change was quick and painless. She also liked that I talked to both my old Vis Comm prof (Leef Leif Ericson) and an Illustration prof, getting the lay of the land from the both of them.
I was just sooo excited when I heard about the stuff done in Illustration. It sounded...you know, fun.
Around 10:45 my major was changed from Design - Visual Communication to Studio Art - Illustration. Chatted for a bit before being pushed out of the office to get a withdraw form in the dean's office. That's in the music building, which is right next to the art building...but on the third floor.
10:53, I bolted out, down the steps, ran to the building, down a hall, up a flight, down another hallway, to an elevator, got in, got out, filled out the form, bolted out, only to go back 'cause I forgot some papers, then to the elevator WHICH HAS THE FIRST FLOOR BUTTON BROKEN, to the second floor, down the hall, down the stairs, through the lobby, out the doors, cross the courtyard, shoot into the basement of the art building, and get there in time for art history.
Afterwards, Terumi and I grabbed lunch before going to the Village Commons Bookstore and snagging several pouches of eraser sticks and drafting tape. After dodging traffic, we went to Reavis, the English building, incidentally bumping into Jiaqi and heading on in. On the second floor, I took a breath and met with their undergrad adviser, deciding to take the plunge and declaring a minor in English, with my emphasis on creative writing.
I am so ecstatic. Like, I know I have more work, but dude, I'm just so excited.
The sequel to quick draw, this is from my ambition to record myself coloring and seeing wtf it is I exactly do.
If you're curious, the end result is the second of a little brainchild I had. There's five pieces of illustration board to a pack, so when I put them on theO it'll be in sets of five... :D
Yeap, I did indeed decide to write for my own Challenge, if just for kicks. I actually did something like this years ago - quite possibly four, when I was a freshman in high school...just like the self I get to talk to in this. Strange how things ...
I'm very close to switching my major from visual communication to illustration.
What scares me the most is that I don't think I'm that great of an artist. But...I would grow, I would get better, I would learn more, and I would really be doing what I love.
I mean...think about it. What do I do? I draw. I love to doodle. I love using ink and marker and the computer to paint and CG. I've had interests in painting and have enjoyed doing it, I just never had many opportunities to do it. I love getting ideas and executing them. I love imagery more than text.
I don't think I'm meant to manipulate psychology, but rather tug at the heartstrings and bring amazement.
But whatever happens...at the end of the day, I am meant to make art.
