From the journal I kept while developing Rapunzel for Tangled: trying to get inside the head of the 18 yr old girl who’d lived her whole childhood locked inside a tower.
What does Rapunzel feel about being an adult? What does being an adult represent? Does this mean leaving behind the childhood stories (monsters outside the tower etc…) she’s believed her whole life?
What does being an adult woman mean to Rapunzel?
“If I lose my magic, that means I’ve lost absolutely everything”
Some more sketches from the journal I kept in 2009 during Tangled while developing the character of Rapunzel. These drawings are from my research of what a typical day in the life of Rapunzel might have been.
She would write in her journal, do laundry, prepare the fireplace for her daily hair brushing session with Mother Gothel. She had chores. She had ideas. She had good days and bad. Some days her paintings represented her hope, other days they represented her fears. Rapunzel was a regular girl bursting at the seems with creativity. Walls could not contain her spirit.
This journal later helped me when designing Rapunzel’s murals for the movie.
(more Rapunzel diary sketches and notes on my blog claireonacloud.com)
Excerpts from a journal I kept while working on Rapunzel. I needed to believe in her as if she were real so I documented my life and thoughts when I was at home not doing anything in particular and translated them into Rapunzel’s world. When it came time to paint her murals I felt like I had a good idea of what she would be thinking about while she was painting.
I didn’t watch the whole documentary. After a few episodes it was too painful. I kept wanting to scream at Pam. It took me so long to do so many important things. It’s just hard to accept that I spent so many years being less happy than I could have been. Jim was five feet from my desk and it took me four years to get to him. It would be great if people saw this documentary and learned from my mistakes. Not that I’m a tragic person, I’m really happy now; but it would just make my heart soar if someone out there saw this and she said to herself ‘Be strong, trust yourself, love yourself, conquer your fears, just go after what you want and act fast because life just isn’t that long.’
Under Moffat’s watch the Doctor has morphed from an alien who loves humans and feels their pain and experiences love and desire and empathy to a stunted, child-like and extremely bloody irritating space-goon who flaps about like an injured moth when other people’s emotions are making him uncomfortable. And makes sexist jokes about how women are scary. And wants his married companions to sleep in bunk beds. And can save human lives but does not seem to understand human feelings. Who would travel with this man? He might be zany and charming and have nice boots, but he is fundamentally cold and unrelatable.
Things weren’t going quite as smoothly as planned, so I decided to go a little weird with the palette and experiment a little rather than write it off as a total loss.
I’ll figure out this painting malarkey one of these days, i’m sure.
Awesome illustrators Llew Mejia and Lindsay Nohl invited me to do a guest post on their beautiful pattern blog, 101Florals! This week’s theme was magnolias. I did color & greyscale versions, and also here’s a bonus warm-up pattern of some sort of made-up flowers!
Artists Who Make Me Cry - Phil Noto 
I think I am finally done with this, This one was a bit of a bear, after about 5 false starts and making every possible mistake I could have made I am definitely ready to let this one go, warts and all.
I will post a process gif soon, I just have to make it first.
Wrigley Field - Chicago April 2013
Another fantastic thing about working at GameStop is the sexism. If you are a man, the competition is fierce for jobs. If you are a girl, weigh less than 250 pounds, can be considered attractive, and kind of remotely enjoy video games, you are in. You are hired. Why are you hired? Because you “make the store pretty.” I was told I was hired because I was a girl. That was it, really. You don’t mind it until your customers come in with pitchforks, screaming, “who is that girl? I don’t trust you! You don’t really PLAY games!” and then your managers have to talk with you because you don’t make sales as well.
If you recommend a game like Bayonetta, they accuse you of liking it because it has a girl on the cover. If you recommend a game like Call of Duty, they accuse you of liking easy games. If you say you own a 360, they will tell you that real gamers own a PS3. If you say you own a PS3, they will ask if it’s your brother’s. If you can recite every single decision you made in Fallout 3, they will find some way to tell you that you cannot be trusted because of your tits. Then they will call you “cute” for asking them to pre-order a game, and they will give you a pity look, and buy their shitty Two Worlds 2, and be on their way. You said Bioshock was a better choice, but they “hate scary games”. How does this make you lesser? I will never know.
If you point any of this out they will ask you for your number.