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Sketchbook Smashing: Summer Updates

Hello all, new semester, new header! It’s not the only thing that’s new. Here are character design updates:

Also. people have been asking me on if these characters have stories, and yes, they do. Currently, I’m chipping away at a novel starring them. If people want to know more, they can always go here. I’m also working on a series of short stories starring them for a class. The stories will be posted on a website I’m also working on, and I’ll try to link them when I’m done with the site.

Read more: Sketchbook Smashing: Summer Updates

Simon: Spring 2024 to Summer 2024

Simon used to have a back brace but its logistics got too confusing. He has a harness now. I made his cape shorter and worn in a cape rather than a long coat. I’m not sure why I didn’t do that sooner. I think my favorite part of his new design is his cape chain.

Lias:

I think this is their first character sheet. I switched up their hair and skin markings. I like the vest, but I’m not so sure about the jacket.

Enola:

Another first character sheet! I’m currently trying to make her design more detailed to fit with the other characters.

Cyrene: Spring 2024 to Summer 2024

I wanted to make her look tougher, hence the spikes. I also gave her an inky supermodel.

Capturing Campus: Homebody

Homebody

The copper hinges on the backyard door groan when it rains

pipes thundering like a dejected one man drumline

the clothes line snapped last month

just before the sink ran dry

but the wallpaper got wet somehow

and the ceiling weeps every morning

It sags like peeled flesh

with mold like hair growing 

or maybe I’m imagining the fuzz in the fridge

that’s not frigid anymore

and I wonder if that’s why they call fridges fridges

or if chairs always had three legs instead of four

but that can’t be right because the kitchen table has two 

and my bed squeaks because it’s lonely

I’ll grease the hinges next time it rains

Capturing Campus: My Savior

TW: Sexual assault, domestic violence, toxic relationships

My Savior 

Should I bless

the carving in my chest

where your words plucked at veins

and picked at my pulp

wrap me up and keep me

Should I weep

as you leave

Would it relieve 

this bleeding heartache

aching for your nails digging in

for the impact of your fist

the raised bruises on my arms

burning between my thighs

It was always you I begged for

I wanted the hurt you’d give me

even still I do

sometimes miss you 

miss the misconception 

that I deserved this

and that kneeling on my knees

was deliverance

I begged you to deliver me 

holy and broken 

dignity like a lemon peel

I’m worth nothing to you

and I owe you your falling flesh

without a kiss

of apology or sympathy 

No goodbyes

for the liars and sadists 

because you killed me

and I saved me

Capturing Campus: The Fog (Revisited)

This is a counter to the first poem I made for the blog way back in 2021! In it, I explored feelings of isolation and the sense that those around me were living their lives while I succumbed to my own struggles. I wanted so badly to take hold of my life, but I felt I couldn’t. This revisitation conveys a resolve to live, and serves as a reminder that nobody has things “figured out,” and that that is perfectly alright. 

The Fog (Revisited)

Apart from everyone

pure silence punctures

thick fog

not by choice

Not special but singular

beings rush by 

defined while I am not

speaking where I cannot

Self-pitiers do not prosper 

I transition to spite myself:

a new person of different desires

deeper volition 

not helpless but harboring demons

in the dark and daytime

Concealment isn’t comfort anymore

I am strange and suffering

no different from the spectators 

The fog recedes 

I see now

the world isn’t new

but I am in it

Streetlight at U-M

The Indian Artist, Final Year: Goodbyes and New Beginnings…

I hope that you are all doing well and I want to congratulate you all on completing yet another year (for my student readers out there)! Many of you, including myself, graduated and will start a brand new chapter of your lives. I just graduated with a bachelors in Molecular, Cellular, and Developmental Biology with a double minor in Art & Design and Sociology of Health & Medicine. I will now be moving on to medical school this summer. It is incredible to say those words, I’m not sure it’s really hit me yet.

Looking back at these past four years, I am so grateful for all of the opportunities, guidance, mentorship, and love that I have received. I have failed and fallen many times, but each time, because of the strength and confidence everyone in my life has helped to instill in me, I have been able to stand up.

I do not have much to say besides thank you. Thank you so much to everyone who has stood by me on my journey. It has been my lifelong dream to become a physician, working to break down healthcare barriers, working to save lives, working to serve other humans every single day. Though my journey in medicine has just begun, I now can see the light at the end of the tunnel assuring me that I will one day be Dr. Riya Aggarwal, MD. What a privelege.

Art has been one of my largest supporters and the truest love of my life. Even if I went a year without touching a brush, paint, or even a pencil, just seeing my canvases sitting in my room, my colors and pallets adorning the shelves, or my countless pens and pencils strewn about, I felt a sense of comfort and safety. Reminding myself of my creativity, of my artistic capabilities, has given me the confidence to face many battles unrelated to the world of art. I am so grateful to be an artist. I am so grateful to have this part of my life and I promise to make sure that I never take it for granted.

To all of the artists, newly-minted graduates, longing creators, and hopefuls out there, never forget your passions. It is so easy to get caught up in the work, in the day-to-day of the achievement culture; however, it is the authentic parts of yourself, the parts that you yearn for at the end of a long day, the parts that shine when nobody is looking, that are the most important. It is your own definition of art that will teach you the most about you. It is through my art that I have grown the most, found the most solace, and cultivated the most confidence. This feeling is irreplaceable and inimitable. So harness it, chase it, and watch as its effects permeate into the rest of your life.

Once again, thank you so much to anybody who has ever read a post of mine, my family, mentors, professors, friends, and arts, ink., for giving me endless support, encouragement, and unwavering love. I would not be where I am and who I am without you.

Signing off,

Riya Aggarwal