The Fine Line

I have come to this discussion many times, with many of my virtual/internet friends. That is the idea of the “fine line.” The line between wanting to be a social human being and the need to re-charge and get away from the internet socializing. I believe this is why “breaks” or hiatus’ matter, whether we announce them or not. (Mine have become so frequent that I don’t really care anymore. If I need time to detox I shouldn’t have to tell everyone all the time I need that time to recharge, and I don’t think the normal human thinks that either.)

More and more, to connect to both the wider world, and the social one, we forgo the need for privacy, the need for time away from these things. Or rather, the time I think we should take away from the screens in our lives. Now, if I was reading this I wouldn’t need much convincing as I am, by nature, someone who prefers to be alone, to not interact on a large scale. This is often the nature of introverts, of any level on the scale, and even for extroverts, there is, at times, the need to de-charge oneself to grow more excited for the next social gathering. Both types of people add a wholeness to life.

More and more we talk about how we’re all introverts, as though shaming extroverts that they can’t have authentic, intellectual interactions, or that they are somehow inferior because they don’t naturally crave dark caves, Mr. Rochester brooding times, or moonlight to thrive. (I might like moonlight but I don’t like being in caves–they’re dank and often I feel like I’m in the perfect place to be murdered.) This isn’t to say, on the flip side, that being an introvert is bad, or that somehow we have to stop saying we are one, even if we are. But rather, I think we need to allow acknowledgement that human beings, often naturally, crave a mixture of the social and the solitude. People might be inclined to want to sway more one way or another, sometimes to unhealthy lengths, but in the end, we all want to laugh with others, seek out otherness, as well as fuel ourselves with self-reflection, or the need for time away from our fellow man to better interact with them the next time.

This long-winded diversion is to return, at length, to my point–that as an artist on social media, we often feel we don’t deserve time off. That we aren’t allowed to be inaccessible to the wider world. That somehow, we must always be at the beck and call of our followers and audience. But I believe this to be the greater downfall of many peoples who, nowadays, gain income or at least recognition through more virtual spaces.

It is not a new concept in the scheme of human existence, to balance our social interactions with our intimate ones. To be alone allows for unhindered thought, for the often creative soul in all of us to thrive, because no matter the messages we wish to propel, the creative act, the act of mark-making, of bringing something into being in the art or creative field is a personal, often, singular experience. I believe this to be so because we are always (that I have gathered) genuinely ourselves when we have no one to consider as an audience to preform before. When we are truly alone we are at our greatest advantage to think deeply, without distractions, to live intimately with ourselves and to learn to know ourselves.

The more able you are to know yourself the more rewarding your social interactions become. Why? Because you understand what and who you are and can better serve those around you, be that for fun and festivities or for more intimate interactions both intellectually and physically. When you know yourself and wish to better yourself in the singular you can better acknowledge, confront, and engage with the world in the plural.

So why is there this stigma that can often be detrimental to our creative peoples? Why is there this need to cater to everyone, at all times? If you do not expect this, at least I hope, in your “real life” interactions, why in God’s green earth would you expect it virtually, to other real, breathing human beings? What makes someone think it is only okay for some people to have this healthy balance but not everyone? It is because you might, heaven forbid, “miss” content from people you love in their creative field?

Let me say right now that I think it is wonderful that people wish to engage with artists, creators, and others in a way that is real and authentic. That is my whole argument in most of the things I post or talk about! To crave the real not the virtual or, better put, artificial. And I believe this very need ties back into the greater, wider picture–that we, as human beings, crave face-to-face interaction because that is where the fulfillment of all other interactions comes forth–when we can personally engage another soul. Touch another soul. Hear another soul without barriers. That need is healthy and good, but can be misconstrued in the virtual setting quite quickly. It can become, in rapid fashion, an obsessive, unhealthy behavior. And for many creatives who want to be around their followers, to socialize, and talk to them–the very audience that gave them their standings to begin with, it can be very hard to reject that interaction, or to wish to separate ourselves from it for a moment, as we feel we have let them down.

But here’s the thing–we haven’t. You haven’t. Taking time away from social media is, in itself, a way to disengage with your peers and to return to time alone and away. Because here is where it becomes a beautiful thing–you get time to better yourself, to engage with the world once more, to sit with yourself, or others, and to gain new perspectives, deeper roots, or the simple need to breathe in and out. For when one returns again to social media, they are even greater than they were before, they are even more than you thought could be possible, because they have been given time to grow independently away from the crowds.

Allow time for those in social media to be apart from you, from your audience, or even from all those great internet friends who have also allowed you to grow. This isn’t to say, for those who might bring this up, that growth and learning cannot come in a group, or from another soul, but it is to say that we are more than a social being, and we should let our soul grow as much as our body. That we should foster good thinking, independent, self-reflective thinking, not just group-thinking, or social thinking is paramount to a rounded individual.

As someone who is deeply introverted, this might be something one hears all the time. People who are extroverts might also hear this a lot from their introverted friends. But here is permission, my extroverted friends, to allow yourself the same time, be it for five minutes or days, to disengage, to be ready for the next great adventure. We are all people. All human beings that need time to refresh ourselves, in different, meaningful ways.

Let us let our creators and artistic people the same liberties. So the next time they don’t respond ASAP to your tweet or message, let them have their time away and be gladdened even more when they return refreshed and clear-headed because I can guarantee your interaction will be even better than before. Or, moreover, if your favorite artist or creator deems there are boundaries to which virtual friends cannot cross–allow them that. Just as you don’t want to always share everything with everybody, artists and creators don’t always want to share twenty-four seven of their lives with you.

And yes, this post is filled with exceptions, and acknowledgements that sometimes pushing people to do things they aren’t always comfortable with can be a good thing. But on the whole–I think we need to allow our creatives time and permission to exist away from us.

Inktober/Ink Drawings 2017

Below are some of the Inktobers I have scanned. I gave up about half-way through because I missed working with my pencil, hahah. I was getting drawing ideas and wanted to return to those instead so that is why what few I haven’t scanned are basically the last Inktobers I’ll do this month. (I am proud I did more than I have ever done considering.) Some of these Inktobers can be found as prints over at my print shop.

 

 

The Once-A-Month Apology

Sorry for the lack of updates, October has been a busy-forgetful month. (One of these days I will actually get the chance to work on the upload schedule but my work makes it hard to keep it regularly, meh.) I will be posting some of the new Inktobers I have done here next and I will also update my website with my new drawings, etc, here in the next few weeks.

Much apologizing to go around for keeping you guys in the dark but thank you guys for sticking around.

“To Sleep”

A/N: I would eventually love to create a small collection of my poetry. Thus, I have been working more on it lately to work out a collection I might eventually release in digital form, or find a printer to release some copies of it.

I always return to that field.
And as the wheat sways with the wind
I imagine
I too am light enough
to sway with it.

Imagine!–that if my burdens
were not heavy,
that if my cracked feet
would not bleed,
that if my tears
could but be dry,
then maybe–
maybe–
I too could be
molded so soundlessly.
So effortlessly it would be
to sleep.

“Strangers”

A/N: I would eventually love to create a small collection of my poetry. Thus, I have been working more on it lately to work out a collection I might eventually release in digital form, or find a printer to release some copies of it. Hopefully, along-side Inktober, I can do Literary Inktober again, but with more vigor than last year!

“I don’t gamble anymore,” they say,
Like the beginning to something.
An entrance, perhaps,
An invitation, certainly,
to the inner scorings of their heart–
Scratched,
Ragged,
hard to hear
Except
in the silence–
but alive, and beating.
Desperate, they offer their longings
to a stranger,
a ghost they hope
to not meet again.

Is this, then, how the world works?
In glimmers, glimpses,
like a catching of sun rays
in a broken space
not fully formed
but trying,
to bring light
to a dim room,
dusty and worn-down.

That we were all strangers, then.
Full, too, of beginnings.

Site Update

Updates and News Header

After much debate I finally decided it was time I make WordPress my actual website instead of having to transfer this blog to my website. Moreover, I got a domain! So now I feel much more professional (and it is easier to tell/write people; you don’t know how weird and irritating it is to tell people, well, it’s *spews five hundred words*).

Because of these updates I feel comfortable going back to finalizing a regular update schedule, as I was hesitant considering my two accounts weren’t linked and it became a hassle to go back and forth between both places. Now, I am relieved, and excited to be able to combine them both and not worry about multi-tasking when I have so many things to prioritize!

Hopefully you all approve the changes/updates as I do. Forgive any mishaps or spelling mistakes as I go through and make sure everything is in tip-top shape. Also, I might change my introduction to my website. I just felt like blank space wasn’t sitting right with me but I also don’t feel like the “greeting” is really what I desire either. Might just have my logo up there and be done. Will figure it out as I go along (and much more brooding as I simply stare at my computer)!

Beyond all of this behind-the-scenes news, I hope to be updating you guys as well on some writing, poems, and other odds-and-ends.

Until next time,
Bonivich

Inspiration: The Abolition of Man by C.S. Lewis

Today I finished the book, The Abolition of Man, which includes three essays by C.S. Lewis. As always, I am delighted and enlightened with Lewis, for his words speak to the human core, and to every man under the sun. He speaks with wit and clarity, and always reaches the heart of the matter in such a way that, to those who have ears to hear and eyes to see, their souls are left touched with a great, unspeakable weight and ache, and all the better for it.

Below are some quotes from all three essays, in their order as appears in the short book, and to which encourage you to read them in full, or to, at the very least, take as much away from them as I have. If nothing else, this is a record book to remember what inspired me and enlightened me as I read this book, and, moreover, a reminder of what I already knew, deep within.


“For every one pupil who needs to be guarded from a weak excess of sensibility there are three who need to be awakened from the slumber of cold vulgarity. The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles but to irrigate deserts. The right defense against false sentiments is to inculcate just sentiments. By starving the sensibility of our pupils we only make them easier prey to the propagandist when he comes. For famished nature we will be avenged and a hard heart is no infallible protection against a soft head.” pg. 27, “Men without Chests”

“Without the aid of trained emotions the intellect is powerless against the animal organism. I had sooner play cards against a man who was quite skeptical about ethics, but bred to believe that “a gentleman does not cheat,” than against an irreproachable moral philosopher who had been brought up among sharpers.” pg. 35, “Men without Chests”

“The Chest–Magnanimity–Sentiment–these are the indispensable liaison officers between cerebral man and visceral man. It may even be said that it is by this middle element that man is man: for by his intellect his is mere spirit and by his appetite mere animal. The operation of The Green Book and its kind is to produce what may be called Men without Chests.” pg. 36, “Men without Chests”

“And all the time–such is the tragi-comedy of our situation–we continue to clamour for those very qualities we are rendering impossible. You can hardly open a periodical without coming across the statement that what our civilization needs is more “drive,” or dynamism, or self-sacrifice, or “creativity.” In a sort of ghastly simplicity we remove the organ and demand the function. We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.” pg. 36-37, “Men without Chests”

“Telling us to obey instinct is like telling us to obey “people.” People say different things: so do instincts. […] Each instinct, if you listen to it, will claim to be gratified at the expense of all the rest.” pg. 49, “The Way”

“The rebellion of new ideologies against the Tao is a rebellion of the branches against the tree: if the rebels could succeed they would find they had destroyed themselves. The human mind has no more power of inventing a new value than of imagining a new primary colour, or, indeed, of creating a new sun and a new sky for it to move in.” pg. 56, “The Way”

“From this point of view, what we call Man’s power over Nature turns out to be a power exercised by some men over other men with Nature as its instrument.” pg. 67, “The Abolition of Man”

“For the power of Man to make himself what he pleases means, as we have seen, the power of some men to make other men what they please.” pg. 70, “The Abolition of Man”

“It is not that they are bad men. They are not men at all. Stepping outside the Tao, they have stepped into the void. Nor are their subjects necessarily unhappy men. They are not men at all: they are artefacts. Man’s final conquest has proved to be the abolition of Man.” pg. 74, “The Abolition of Man”

“My point is that those who stand outside all judgements of value cannot have any ground for preferring one of their own impulses to another except the emotional strength of that impulse.” pg. 75, “The Abolition of Man”

“I am very doubtful whether history shows us one example of a man who, having stepped outside traditional morality and attained power, has used that power benevolently. I am inclined to think that the Conditioners will hate the conditioned.” pg. 75, “The Abolition of Man”

“Their extreme rationalism by “seeing through” all “rational” motives, leaves them creatures of wholly irrational behaviour.” pg. 76, “The Abolition of Man”

“Man’s conquest of Nature turns out, in the moment of its consummation, to be Nature’s conquest of man.” pg. 76, “The Abolition of Man”

“We reduce things to mere Nature in order that we may “conquer” them. […] The price of conquest is to treat a thing as mere Nature. […] The stars do not become Nature till we can weigh and measure them: the soul does not become Nature till we can psycho-analyse her. The wresting of powers from Nature is also the surrendering of things to Nature. […] But as soon as we take the final step of reducing our own species to the level of mere Nature, the whole process is stultified.” pg. 79, “The Abolition of Man”

“It is the magician’s bargain: give up our soul, get power in return. But once our souls, that is, our selves, have been given up, the power thus conferred will not belong to us. We shall in fact be the slaves and puppets of that to which we have given our souls.” pg. 80, “The Abolition of Man”

“We have been trying, like Lear, to have it both ways: to lay down our human prerogative and yet, at the same time to retain it. It is impossible. Either we are rational spirit obliged for ever to obey the absolute values of the Tao, or else we are mere nature to be kneaded and cut into new shapes for the pleasures of masters who must, by hypothesis, have no motive but their own “natural” impulses. […] A dogmatic belief in objective value is necessary to the very idea of a rule which is not tyranny or an obedience which is not slavery.” pg. 80-81, “The Abolition of Man”

“There are progressions in which the last step is sui generis–in commensurable with the others–and in which to go the whole way is to undo all the labour of your previous journey.” pg. 86, “The Abolition of Man”

“But you cannot go on “explaining away” for ever: you will find that you have explained explanation itself away. You cannot go on “seeing through” things for ever. The whole point of seeing through something is to see something through it. It is good that the window should be transparent, because the street or garden beyond it is opaque. How if you saw through the garden too? It is no use trying to “see through” first principles. If you see through everything, then everything is transparent. But a wholly transparent world is an invisible world. To “see through” all things is the same as not to see.” pg. 86-87, “The Abolition of Man.”

Writing Schedule

Due to mourning the loss of regular updates here, I am creating a schedule to post once a week on my blog, be it regarding my thoughts, art, or what have you. The exact day and time is still to be determined as I must figure out the best time given my work schedule.

Anything extra I post will not be considered part of the weekly, regular installment, but rather, an addition to that week’s usual posting. Thus, I hope to bring content here consistently, and regularly.

I will update everyone with more information when I have planned out my schedule (I hope to eventually switch it up weekly from writing, art, inspirations, and to poetry). Also, I will be making some new pages (and editing old ones) soon. More on that to come.

Until next time, I wish everyone a fond farewell.

How to Develop “Style” (Q&A)

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At Instagram I was asked a lovely question on one of my sketches which went like this: “Odd question, but how did you develop your style? I’d love to see the comparison of some of your old works to current style.” (via shelbyanna16 @Instagram)

As always, I am amazed when anyone finds anything I do interesting enough to even ask questions of it, about it, or of its development into its current state. It is a humbling experience and one which brings me great joy.

I was asked a similar question via my ask.fm, of which some I will incorporate here, as my feelings are no different, though I will go in a bit more detail here than there.

With that, let’s get talking about style! *wiggles fingers dramatically*

First off, your question is not odd Shelby. All questions are welcome in this very broad and often strange, place that is the art community. From professionals to amateurs, art develops differently for different people. Even people with similar styles do not come to them the same way, nor have gone through the exact same experiences to bring them to their current state. This is important to remember.

Style, in its loosest sense, is as diverse as the people under heaven. We are each unique even in our sameness, and for each man or woman who speaks with a similar voice, there comes a slightly different cadence, a change in key, or a new perspective. Style is the art version of voice for writers. How you write, how you speak on paper, is just as much an indication of your personality, or goals, as is your style.

Style is a broad subject to which few know how to define, or seek to define it. Some consider it but an expression of self, others something taught with time, some even consider it a non-existent. But these, too, are broad expressions of a term few have ever defined clearly, but to which every artist, or non-artist, uses on a regular basis. For something so basic you would think we would know what it truly means, but that is the thing with common vernacular–it at times get so generalized we all use it because other people use it without truly figuring out why we would use it personally.

Though I will not solve this dilemma now and but add a new voice to the cacophony, to me, style is a mixture of multitudes–it is apart of you, but outside of you. Your style changes as you do, or, I believe, it should. My artwork of yesteryear is not the same as today, in this moment–and that is good, for this is growth. As we develop as people–so too should our art–and this includes style. Many claim that style should set you apart, make you distinct, a brand, if you will. And while this is a good thing to consider, it is this advice that often makes new artists feel bogged down. How can one “make” a style that is distinct if they don’t even know where to begin? Or better yet, should we really focus on style at all?

I believe we shouldn’t. And here’s why–style should come to you from practice, study, and observation. If you do not like how you draw noses, you should be allowed to change it–not be stuck to one style because somehow it is “distinctive.” And what does that mean? Does that mean we make weird stick people? Do we shade in strange ways? Do we somehow go so realistic it is “distinct?” Is it mark-making? Is it something more simple, broad?

Developing “style” should never be a process to which we focus so fully on we lose the point–to connect to our viewers, to express the world through new eyes, to show the world as it is in ways that are akin to metaphor. Art is metaphor in its best self. It is something to which we see to look beyond it to something greater. It is not the sum of its parts–art should not remain stagnant. And your message should always be greater than what your style is. Because as you find what you wish to say–your style comes with it.

When you practice, you gain experience, and you garner good tools to continue to experiment, and stretch your muscles. Style should never be the thing we seek to develop but to allow it to instinctively come to us as our art tells us we should change. As we grow as people, as individuals, we should let out style change itself as easily, as powerfully.

Yes, I do believe there is a need for conscious effort to develop the “voice” we wish to develop with our art, but I also believe that the worst thing I could ever say is to focus solely on style, because in the end, if you are true to yourself, to developing, to grow, then developing a style is side-effect of such efforts.

Some artists believed that to find the image was the most important thing, to constantly work their pieces until there came a thing amidst the scribbles and circles. And there he hoped to find what he was looking for. We must find our image, and if that means practicing our shapes, our shading, our colors–then we should. Style should never be a thing forced, but a thing found. It should be an extension of yourself, a true thing, not a falsity. Do not hide behind what you believe is “liked” by others but be true to what is honestly you–to what you either wish to aspire to or to which you believe expresses the messages and meanings you believe are paramount to your work.

A horrible mistake to make is to not let your art speak for itself. If you control it too much you lose the beauty of spontaneity. You lose the honest work of finding your voice and letting your art speak to you as it may speak to others. If you are deaf to even what your work says about you then you have failed on the basic of levels.

In the simplest of terms–as I change inspirations, as I garner new experiences, methods, then I gain more information to work with, to experiment with, to play with. And as I gain more information, as I change interests, my artwork gains nuances, and as the layers cake over I gain something–new perspective, and new growth. This is style at its finest. Style is never a step by step process of point A to point B but rather as a grand adventure that you yourself embark on in this thing called life.

Walk your path, take steps forward, and grow.

The more I have come to listen–then more I have come to learn. And developing my style I feel is an act of growth and maturity. My style has come from all my past selves, and is a fulfillment of their wish, if minuscule, to be wholly myself and to never settle for stagnation.

The short answer: I studied others, sought out my own voice, dwelled on what I wished my work to become, and I sat down–and got to work. Practice might not make perfect, but it certainly comes close. And the comfort in all this: I am in the making. And to grow is the greatest achievement I can say my style has ever developed.

You are in the making, remember this. You are not fully made yet, and as you grow–you gain wisdom, you gain perspective. And if you are wise, your art will grow with you. Your personal life and your art life are woven together–do not neglect one for the other. As you draw or paint you gain perspective–find answers you never sought, hear questions you never thought you asked, and as you read, walk through life, talk to others, you find inspiration, definitions to terms you longed used but hardly knew.

I apologize if this is not the answer you sought, a step by step guide to gaining a style similar to mine, or some other thing, but this is the truth of the matter–as I have grown, changed, then my art grew with me, and as I have honed in on what I want–my art has reflected this.

That said, if you wish for a list of inspirations, pointers, or other odds and ends then I am more than happy to oblige, as these too added to my growth and “style,” no doubt. But remember–style should never be the first question, it should be the fulfillment of your pursuits and good mark-making.

Get your hands dirty, dig down deep, and find what you have found important to say, to remind, to recall. And you will find your voice, your style, within it. Let it speak back to you through the echoes of your mind, and you may find that style was never really the goal–but its treasured side-effect.

For funsies, here are some years of progress shots from 2013 to now. (Only a few–I have uploaded multiple ones for this year for more fun-times).