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I drew some of Hayakawa Nojiko's manga panels for art practice. When I get into a rut, I sometimes try to unstuck myself by copying art from the greats. I learn to draw at a level above myself--quickening the improvement of my art. Well, at least that's the idea. In reality, I reap cheap easy rewards by artificially making my art look good. And you know what--I always seem to be in a rut with my art. I draw so infrequently that basic poses turn into malformed caricatures of sketchy lines and butchered anatomy. It's not that I don't have free time, but I fall into this crisis-based management where I think, "I'm busy! I don't have time for diversions--but then again, I can't focus right now...." Then I burn an hour on reddit, stressed out but not actually productive.
So as I finally convince myself to pick up a pen, I turn to my current favorite manga artist. My Hayakawa Nojiko phase. Occurring after my Suzuki Tsuta phase, my Kyuugou phase, (randomly, St&rS had awesome art. I am way too forgiving of story when the shiny glamour of good art can blind me to the truth), my Sumomo Yumeka phase. As I start drawing her panels, I feel overwhelmed with... feeling. Deep, melancholic, teary-eyed feeling. I can her heart poured into the delicateness of the lines. It's like her heart is bleeding into the page, and as I pick up the ink, it flows into me. Maybe I'm just projecting, maybe I'm hormonal, but I just get this sense that this woman throws every ounce of her feeling into every panel--and somehow it's being transferred to me. I didn't feel this way when simply reading her comics, but I think by transcribing the art, I've got a tangible, tactile sense to the ink and paper. Furthermore, now that I've "drawn" it, I feel a fondness and ownership for it--and I can see it, the feeling. I loved Hayakawa Nojiko before. Now I'm head over heels. Inspired and lonely and sad and empowered.
Note: todo, new series that are good: Princess Jellyfish (!>!>!11!!!)
Yozora no Sumikko de,
Ore Monogatari!!
Tomodachi no Hanashi (exquisite and delicate art as well. She has an amazing way in panels of of letting everything fall silent, and you just have to feel the punchline fill the emptiness. So, so good at drawing emphasis and giving weight to an important line.)
So as I finally convince myself to pick up a pen, I turn to my current favorite manga artist. My Hayakawa Nojiko phase. Occurring after my Suzuki Tsuta phase, my Kyuugou phase, (randomly, St&rS had awesome art. I am way too forgiving of story when the shiny glamour of good art can blind me to the truth), my Sumomo Yumeka phase. As I start drawing her panels, I feel overwhelmed with... feeling. Deep, melancholic, teary-eyed feeling. I can her heart poured into the delicateness of the lines. It's like her heart is bleeding into the page, and as I pick up the ink, it flows into me. Maybe I'm just projecting, maybe I'm hormonal, but I just get this sense that this woman throws every ounce of her feeling into every panel--and somehow it's being transferred to me. I didn't feel this way when simply reading her comics, but I think by transcribing the art, I've got a tangible, tactile sense to the ink and paper. Furthermore, now that I've "drawn" it, I feel a fondness and ownership for it--and I can see it, the feeling. I loved Hayakawa Nojiko before. Now I'm head over heels. Inspired and lonely and sad and empowered.
Note: todo, new series that are good: Princess Jellyfish (!>!>!11!!!)
Yozora no Sumikko de,
Ore Monogatari!!
Tomodachi no Hanashi (exquisite and delicate art as well. She has an amazing way in panels of of letting everything fall silent, and you just have to feel the punchline fill the emptiness. So, so good at drawing emphasis and giving weight to an important line.)