Sesshomaru from InuYasha

Lord Sesshomaru in watercolor and graphite

Lord Sesshomaru in watercolor and graphite

Within Rumiko Takahashi’s InuYasha, there are many yokai, including the half-yokai title character and his full-blooded yokai brother, Sesshomaru.

Yokai is a Japanese term for supernatural creatures that covers a diverse variety and is generally translated into many different English words. Widely speaking, yokai includes spirits, faeries, ghosts, and nature gods. To learn more about yokai, check out http://yokai.com/, which includes a portion of Matthew Meyer’s illustrated encyclopedia of yokai.

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Shippo the Kitsune

Shippo in watercolor and graphite

Shippo in watercolor and graphite

I wanted to draw Shippo, the kitsune kit from InuYasha. My requirements were that we could see his feet and fangs, with bonus points if he looked irritated. My husband found a screenshot for me. Those tiny fists take the cake.

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InuYasha: A Fairy Tale of Feudal Era Japan

InuYasha and Shippo in watercolor and graphite

InuYasha and Shippo in watercolor and graphite

InuYasha, created by manga artist Rumiko Takahashi, is my new favorite thing. InuYasha is described as a fairy tale of feudal era Japan, but I think of it as more of a demonstration of collected Japanese folklore. Kagome, a modern day girl, falls down the temple well and is transported to the past where she finds a boy, InuYasha, pinned by arrows to a tree. The ensuing drama results in Kagome releasing InuYasha, and the two working together, although not entirely in harmony. The story and characters are complicated and enticing Takahashi said that when she created InuYasha she wanted to deal with darker subject matter, and InuYasha reveals complex motives and Sengoku period violence.

InuYasha means dog forest spirit. The creatures, good and bad, are translated as demons in the subtitles, so since InuYasha’s father was a dog demon and his mother a human, InuYasha is known as a half-demon. His characterization is terrific. InuYasha is growly, rough, and stand-offish. He wants to be a full demon, so he seeks the Sacred Jewel, which greatly enhances the power of its bearer. His upbringing as a half-demon has resulted in life of social ostracization, distrust, and loneliness.

Not realizing that inu meant dog, I accepted InuYasha as a cat demon, since he has cat ears and acts so much like a cat. I didn’t understand or dismissed the terms as insults when he was called a dog or mutt, pejoratives that InuYasha took extreme umbrage at. InuYasha tends to perch in trees. He growls and yowls. He wants to be by himself sometimes. He has golden, reflective eyes. He eats fish. He watches the moon. He fights with his claws. Despite being a dog demon, I still consider InuYasha a cat demon.

Kagome is the reincarnation of Kikyo, the priestess who pinned InuYasha to the tree fifty years before. Kikyo was the protector of the Sacred Jewel and had the power to cleanse it of its evil aura. Untrained, Kagome also has this power, but as she tries to recapture the Sacred Jewel from a demon, the Jewel is shattered and its powerful shards cast across the land. Kagome can sense the presence of the shards, but she doesn’t have the training to overcome the demons who are so eagerly gathering the pieces. She’s also a fifteen-year-old girl who is normally stressed by exams, but now surrounded by life-threatening violence.

Old Kaede is Kikyo’s sister and the priestess of the village near the well that Kagome fell through. Kaede guides Kagome to work with InuYasha to gather the shards. Kaede also places the Beads of Subjugation around InuYasha’s neck, so that whenever Kagome says, “Sit!” InuYasha slams into the ground. On their adventures, Kagome and InuYasha gradually meet three other characters, who join them.

Shippo is an orphaned kitsune kit. He has fox magic, including the ability to call foxfire or temporarily hold small illusions, especially if they’ve been built upon leaves or his arsenal of toys. I’m normally not a fan of cute, but Shippo is so kawaii that I regularly find myself exclaiming, “Look at his feet!” which are beyond adorable, and any time that InuYasha decides to start beating on Shippo in order to show the kit who’s stronger, I just can’t stop laughing. Shippo also has the habit of voicing his sudden realizations, which tend to be observations which should have remained unsaid, creating awkwardness or revealing a weakness that could be taken advantage of by evil demons. Shippo adds interest as a companion, but, to his dismay, he often can’t help when trouble arrives.

Miroku is a Buddhist monk who has been cursed by Naraku, the demon who eventually takes the position as ultimate baddy in the story. Miroku’s curse is a hole in his right hand that, when not bound by holy beads, sucks everything present into it. Someday this hole, known as the Wind Tunnel, will become so large that it will yank Miroku into it as well, just as the same curse had killed Miroku’s father. While Miroku aims to break the curse by destroying Naraku, he also has decided to use the Wind Tunnel to destroy as many demons as possible. While a reliable companion and fierce demon fighter, Miroku is also a dodgy monk, using his position to trick the naive into feeding and sheltering him and his party for fake exorcism services. Miroku also asks every woman he meets if she will bear his child, and takes any opportunity to caress a female bum.

Sango becomes the final member of the shard-seeking group. Sango is the last survivor of a village of demon slayers. She has been raised since childhood to fight demons, notably with her Hiraikotsu, a boomerang almost the same size as Sango. Sango’s weapons and armor are constructed of demon parts. Sango, a formidable addition to their group, is accompanied by her demon cat, a two-tailed creature that can expand to a size large enough for several people to ride. Sango was introduced with her little brother, who is manipulated by the demon Naraku and becomes a complication of love for his sister. Moved by the loyalty shown to her by the others, Sango allies with them to gather the Sacred Jewel and avenge her village against Naraku.

The manga serialization of InuYasha began in 1996 and the anime in 2000. InuYasha the anime ran till 2004. Takahashi wrote the final manga in 2008. To finish off the anime story, a new InuYasha, called InuYasha: The Final Act, ran from 2009-2010. I’ve only made it through series three, so I still have quite a ways to go.

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Hugin & Munin

Hugin and Munin

Hugin and Munin

I painted Hugin and Munin again. Here is a bit I wrote about the ravens and an earlier attempt at the same painting.

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Folklore

Folklore, volume 124, number 2, August 2013

Folklore, volume 124, number 2, August 2013

Folklore, self-described as “one of the earliest English-language journals in the field of folkloristics, first published asThe Folk-Lore Record in 1878,” is offering free access for the month of July to its online special editions, which consist of five collections of recent scholarship. 

Here is a link.

I’ve been reading their August 2013 edition on Death, Burial, and the Afterlife, and finding it absolutely absorbing. My favorite read so far has been Philip Clarke’s “Indigenous Spirit and Ghost Folklore of “Settled” Australia,” which includes accounts of Aboriginal understanding of the initial Europeans, as well as interesting yet brief studies of Aboriginal faery creatures (not referred to as faeries, of course) and sorcerers with their feather shoes and boning knives.

One enticing line Clarke offered was that “On the frontier, Aboriginal people frequently treated the first Europeans they saw as dead kin returning from the grave with their rotting skin peeled off and underlying white flesh exposed.” How fascinating that they would understand these strange looking people to be returning kin. I highly recommend those interested seek out the article.

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Night

I drew Night using tips from Ed Org's art book.

I drew Night using tips from Ed Org’s art book.

I’m going to call this one done before I start forming too tight a bond with Lovecraft and his mind-altering geometries. I’m not sure if I prefer the darker version over the lighter version. The darker version certainly involved more graphite smeared all over my drawing table.

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Nyx

Night in progress

Drawing of Night in progress. Graphite on pearl grey Stonehenge. I’m working with guidance from Ed Org’s Draw and Paint the Realm of Faerie. Currently I’m filling in the night with a solid 6b black, and I can see that I will likely need to go over much of the drawing, making it darker to work with the much darker background.

Hesiod’s Greek cosmogony begins with Chaos. As a beginning of the universe, this doesn’t seem a bad start. From Chaos comes Darkness and Night, called Erebos and Nyx. Darkness and black Nyx with her night wings fill outer space. Nyx and Erebos mate, and Nyx bears Aether and Day, known as Hemera. Out of darkness comes light. Separate from Chaos and with no entry explanation, Gaia appears.

Earlier within the same text, Hesiod says that Nyx was brought to maturity by Pontos, the sea. Pontos was a child of Gaia. The sea must have brought night to maturity before the arrival of day, because an immature night could not produce a child. This leaves us with Earth in darkness, although the sky, sea, and hills are present, as the sea raises the night, until Nyx makes love with Darkness and brings forth Day.

Hesiod’s Theogony provides us with fourteen poetic lines of Nyx’s later progeny, all produced without the aid of a partner because Nyx is mighty. Within Lattimore’s translation, these children include: horrible End, black Fate, Death, Sleep, Dreams, Mockery, Pain, the Hesperides, the Moirai, the Fates, Nemesis, Destruction, Affection, Old Age, and Discord (Hesiod 211-225). My, my–Nyx has quite a brood.

However, Nyx’s power is not restricted to the capabilities of her formidable children. In Homer’s Iliad, Sleep refuses to do Hera’s bidding against Zeus, explaining that once before he had done so, and Zeus would have trapped Sleep within the sea if Sleep had not first been able to flee to his mother. Zeus, “in awe of doing anything to swift Night’s displeasure,” let Sleep go (Homer 14.261). One wonders how the Earth would have fared with Sleep plunged beneath the waves. Also, what might Nyx have done had Zeus displeased her?

As a primordial being, Nyx does not reside with the other gods, including the chthonic deities she has birthed. Instead, she abides beside Atlas, who holds up the heavens. Nyx lives in “terrible houses […] sheathed in the dark of the clouds” (Hesiod 744-5). Nyx and Day both live in these buildings, but only see each other as the one returns home and the other leaves. During the night, Nyx travels in “a cloud of vapor,” carrying Sleep in her arms (Hesiod 757). Traveling as she does with Sleep, his gift must not work on her. When she returns to her bronze home, does she then bow to his powers for the day, or does she pursue other interests, waiting for Day’s return when she will again travel around the Earth?

Later texts provide variations of Nyx’s origins and offspring. The prettiest begins with Chaos, Night, Darkness, and Tartaros. It’s worth mentioning that Night is often described as having dark wings. Aristophanes explains that Nyx laid an egg within the Darkness. After the passing of ages, out hatched the golden winged Eros, god of desire. This image of an egg nestled in the darkness until out bursts golden love doubles as the birth of a star in the cosmos, and the creation of love from darkness–beautiful.

Young Night Sleeping (detail--work in progress)

Young Night Sleeping (detail–work in progress)

Resources:

Atsma, Aaron. The Theoi Project. Aukland, 2011. <http://www.theoi.com/>.

Hesiod. Theogony. Trans. Richmond Lattimore. Michigan: Ann Arbor, 2010.

Homer. The Iliad. Trans. Richmond Lattimore. Chicago: U. Chicago Press, 1961.

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Whipped Bog Hop

Portrait captured in the Columbia River Gorge.

Portrait captured in the Columbia River Gorge. Prince test results: negative.

I was invited to participate in the Whipped Bog Hop, more widely known as the WIP Blog Hop, by Scottish writer Andy Livingstone, who has somehow managed to write a fantasy novel without the inclusion of dragons, or so he purports. Instead, Andy has tackled a delightful subject, the making of a hero. Hero Born is due for publication via Harper Voyager this September.

Back to my bog:

WIP refers to a writer’s work in progress, but since our hop has been whipped, I’ll be writing on a novel I’ve been peddling about rather than one I’m spinning out at the moment. Participants in the hop answer the following seven questions.

2. When and where is the story set?

The Wish Givers is set in an alternate version of ancient Oceania. When I’ve gotten a chance, I’ve studied ancient to medieval history, primarily of northern Europe, in relation to literature and myth. This came in fabulous use for another story in which I took an Anglo-Saxon and put him in a future version of the Pacific Northwest. But for The Wish Givers, I wanted a fantasy story that wasn’t built on some variation of medieval Europe. In fact, that was the cornerstone upon which I built the tale–I wanted a fantasy story outside of the traditional setting.

After forming my idea, I took an Anthropology course on ancient Oceania. (Whoah!) Separately, I read a fair amount on ancient Polynesian tattooing processes. Somewhere along the line my husband and I went to French Polynesia, where a chieftain married us and I learned that my pronunciation of Tahitian words was beyond native comprehension. The end result of my study and travel, I sincerely hope, is a written world that can live inside your mind.

1. What is the name of your main character? Is he/she fictional or a historic person?

3. What should we know about your character?

The main character of The Wish Givers is Seraph, a fictionally historical member of the Pittura clan. Seraph and her clan have the misfortune to be capable of tattooing wishes into reality, which leads to the answer to number four. Additionally, Seraph is rather impulsive and doesn’t play well with others.

4. What is the main conflict? What messes up his/her life?

The Pittura’s ability to tattoo wishes into reality has resulted in their death, enslavement, and hiding. Seraph’s disobedience to the old mothers has additionally earned her the animosity of pretty much her entire clan.

5. What is the personal goal of the character?

Seraph intends to free her people and destroy their greatest enemy by granting his every wish.

6. Is there a working title for this novel, and can we read more about it?

Yes. No. (Notice the increased speed of my exit.)

7. When can we expect the book to be published?

Yes. I want to know, too.

And there you have it.

I hereby invite Bishop O’Connell, author of the soon-to-be-released The Stolen, to regale us with his answers to these seven questions. Bishop’s novel may be of particular interest to readers of this site as The Stolen is subtitled An American Fairie Tale.

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Gold Mermaid

11 x 15

Golden Mermaid painted on an 11″ x 15″ Strathmore 400 block

Stephanie Pui-Mun Law provides instructions for how to paint Sea Vapors in her book Dreamscapes: Creating Magical Angel, Faery & Mermaid Worlds with Watercolor. Sea Vapors was another fun design that allowed me to practice different painting techniques. I took much longer on this picture than the previous paintings. Part of that was time taken on details and another part was simply work interference and a lack of time off, specifically with daylight to help me out.

central figure

central figure

This is the first time I’ve laid on dark thick paint for anything other than a pupil. I found Law’s tail design really interesting, with the yellowish fins translucent in areas and the black spikes likely poisonous but certainly a fine weapon. Fading the black tail up over the yellow base was definitely an Eeek! experience, as was lifting the black paint for the sparkling scale shine. I wish I had been using a better Naples yellow so that she would look more golden. My Naples yellow is the only Grumbacher paint I have, and I wonder if its chalky qualities are due to brand rather than color.

Mermaid in progress

Mermaid in progress

You can see how pale that yellow tail was prior to laying on the black mix.

Mermaid detail

Mermaid detail

The juxtaposition of a bowl of something beneath the water, especially a bowl that seems to be wafting off some sort of odor, adds a great deal of interest to Law’s design. I also really liked the art nouveau nature of her black hair, which put me in mind of Aeon Flux.

Ocean Floor

Ocean Floor

My husband says I spend more time on the backgrounds than the central figures. Yup.

Stephanie Pui-Mun Law delivered another winning project. I certainly recommend her books to others like me who are learning how to paint.

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The Lives of Stories

Jacob Grimm of fairy tale fame presented Loki as a god of fire.

Camp fire: an invitation to tell stories.

Stories have lives of their own. Even when they’ve been written down, they remain malleable and inconstant, changing for each new reader or evolving for a repeat reader. Similarly, a story that is no longer read or heard begins to fade, living only as long as its memory remains, no matter how distorted, within the mind of a single individual. The death of that individual is also the death of that story. How many stories have come and gone since the first individuals began sharing them? Countless, no doubt. Many of them beloved or even sacred. With so many stories in the world–coming, going, changing–it may seem strange to mourn the passing of stories no longer even remembered, but the power of stories and their representation of lives make every single one of them an emissary of the human race.

Counterbalancing the weak, passing stories are the strong stories that stand as totems in the human mind. Carl Jung, so impressed by the massive presence of some stories, declared them part of the collective unconscious; these stories strode so strongly through word of mouth, book, culture, and continent that they seemed to be part of the natural programming of our brains, instilled within them along with that magical energy called life. We can reference with impunity evil stepmothers and frog princes, knowing our listeners will understand because some stories seem absolutely universal. New stories can join the old, allowing a young wizard to step from obscurity into the international spotlight. Harry Potter may not have been programmed into our collective brains at birth, but now he resides there with his messenger owls and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has become one of the many elements within our mind that help us understand the world around us.

The more people who believe in a story–believe in its singular reality multiplied by the existence of every perceived variation–the more real it becomes. Just as children once cried, “I do believe in faeries! I do! I do!” so now our minds open and accept or reject the new stories we are exposed to. The more people who believe, the more real the story becomes, the more solidly it exists. Sparkling vampires stand side by side with Dracula and if a princess breaks out into song alongside a collection of forest animals, some part of my mind believes and accepts the reality of singing princesses and their animal companions.

Like the Velveteen Rabbit, one of my own stories has been becoming more and more real. On October first of 2012, Harper Voyager offered a short window of opportunity for writers to submit their novels for publishing consideration. During this brief open door, writers submitted over 4,500 manuscripts. The editors gradually culled this stack. In December of 2013 they announced they were down to 295 manuscripts, and The Wish Givers remained amongst them. The longer The Wish Givers stayed with Harper Voyager, the more people read and considered it, the more real the story and characters became. One year, eight months, and eleven days passed from the date of my electronic submission. Towards the end of that time, I sent two emails querying whether the manuscript was still under consideration; neither was answered. On June 12, 2014 Harper Voyager announced that they’d signed authors for a total of 31 new books, many if not most with multi-book deals. The same day I received a form rejection. It felt as if my book and characters instantly lost a large portion of their realness. Rejection hurts for a writer with the pain of a dream deferred, but stronger than that I felt as if my characters and their story plunged suddenly back into the blackness of obscurity. Of course, the story is still alive, but I want to blow on that tiny flame till it has become a healthy fire that can survive without me, so I take my story down another path to knock on another door in the hopes of breathing a stronger reality into the lives of my characters, permitting them to continue to burn in more minds than my own.

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