Old Art: Elementum Aerium

Elementum Aerium

I drew this series of pictures years ago, trying to both work on my anatomy on the one hand, and practice with blending colored pencils into each other. Unfortunately, the blends don’t really come across when the image is scanned. I wasn’t really thinking of sharing these things when I was drawing them. It’s a shame that the effort I put into mastering colored pencils is going to waste. If I had another way of getting colored drawings into the computer, I’d think of drawing a new series of elementals, juts to see how far I’ve come.

Finding the Will to Write

I’ve had trouble finding the will to write recently. Things have been going poorly for me lately, and nothing’s really been gnawing at me to get it into words. I think I might have to take another break, but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to come back again. At any rate, if I’m not here next week, that’s what it is.

Poetry: I Know that You’re a Liar Too

I was resigned to be a lonesome man
Before I got caught in a stupid plan
A thieving, murdering seducer
Ever wandering, settle down, no sir,
I’d never reach the point in my life
Where I would ever need a wife
But, oh man, this latest scheme
It’s my opposite I have to seem
To swindle an old man from his fund
I have to play the role of a husband
Can’t let even her know I’m not upper class
When you fell into my lap, you gullible lass

Oh no, what am I going to do?
Caught in my lies, I’m falling for you
Oh, who am I kidding
I know that you’re a liar too

When a girl knows where she stands
She’s gonna wind up with bloody hands
Covered my tracks, but I can’t relax
Enemies on my back, won’t dare attack
A lady while she’s sharing a bed
With a husband that she newly wed
He doesn’t need to know about my past
It’s so obvious that it’s not gonna last
We’ll separate forever just in a trice
But I have to admit, that it’s kind of nice
Living with a man that’s surprisingly tough
And might be thinking, “This is enough”

Oh no, what am I going to do?
Caught in my lies, I’m falling for you
Oh, who am I kidding
I know that you’re a liar too.

Narrative Tension

Loid and Yor Forger from SPY X FAMILY have an interesting dynamic. Their relationship is based off of multiple layers of deception. The first level is the lie they tell the world, that they’ve been married for over a year, even when they’ve only just met. The second layer is the lies they tell each other. Loid portrays himself to Yor as a widower, who needed someone to pose as his wife so that he can fulfill his late wife’s last wish and send his six-year-old daughter, Anya, to a very elite, very exclusive, and very traditional private school, while Yor claims that she needs a husband to avoid the recent crackdown the secret police have been making on unmarried women.

In truth, Loid is the spy known only as Twilight, who has been sent to infiltrate the high society of an enemy country, using a fake family of people he just kind of found (the higher-ups forced this plan on him) to get close to a certain politician, while Yor (aka the Thorn Princess) is an assassin who’s fighting style can easily be describes as ‘walking bloodbath.’ Furthermore, there’s a third level of deception is that Anya, the orphan that Twilight adopted (who is implied to actually be four), is secretly telepathic and can see through everything her parents try to hide from her and each other. Neither parent is aware of Anya’s abilities.

Loid and Yor are, of course, actually attracted to each other, and the interesting thing is that this attraction is rooted in the clandestine bullshit that their trying to hide from each other. Twilight seems to have a thing for strong and dangerous women, and he first noticed Yor when he realized that she had walked behind him without him noticing. Yor fell in love with Loid when he stated that he approved of people doing immoral things to help other people. Even Anya thinks having a spy and an assassin for parents is the coolest thing, and if they actually found out that she could read minds, Twilight and Yor would probably be in awe at how ridiculously useful her power would be than think she was a freak.

But I’m not here to gush about a series I found recently. I’m here to talk about a new concept I’ve stumbled across, and how it relates to professional, serialized work. That concept is narrative tension. To illustrate this concept, let us consider the above scenario, and how the audience reacts to it. Having set up the deception, and the consequences of the deception collapsing, the audience now expects the author to make the deception collapse. Anything else would be disappointing, like someone singing only a few lines of a song verse.

But if the collapse is handled poorly, that would also be disappointing, like the verse ending and the chorus suddenly being off key. Handling such a collapse, or any climax for that matter, requires set up, work done on the earlier parts of the story to give the climax weight and meaning. Furthermore, as professional, serialized work, the author is getting a steady paycheck from the story, meaning that he has every financial incentive to draw the story out as long as possible, rather than falling back into the storms of uncertainty with a new series.

But the longer the story is drawn out, the harder it is to keep the story together, and to make sure that the climax actually follows from the earlier parts of the story. Also, once the climax happens, that plot thread is over. Like a string stretched tight suddenly snapping, there’s no way to go back to how things were before, and the story is fundamentally changed. In the case of the Forger’s finding out about each other, a huge part of their dynamic is that they don’t know about each other. The stories that can be told about them before and after their deception being revealed are completely different kinds.

Writing a Big Try Offline

Have I mentioned that I’ve been writing big essays offline lately? It’s better than dealing with the Gutenburg editor, which has a whole bunch of features I never use, and has this weird thing where each individual paragraph is it’s own element for some reason. Things written offline are also easier to port from one platform to the next, and I don’t have to worry about if I’m depending on the quirks of WordPress to get my message across.

And in addition to that, it’s easier to open up a text editor when I don’t have much motivation to write. I’ve been worrying about money lately, and I’ve been kind of lost in life, too. I’ve been hacking away at a fairly big essay over this past week, but I still need to work on it more, even if I’m not sure I’ll figure anything out by the time I’m done.

Poetry: Running Together

Nothing to care for
Stay poor
Give in to time’s attack
Lose track
It’s time to come back
But you still lack
Reasons to go fore
Want more
So you can get out
The door

Why did you let the rains
Fall down on our trust?
Why did you let your bonds
Rot away into the rust?
Everything you do only matters
When it bumps into the others
And everyone’s lives are
Running together because they must.