It wasn’t to get rid of bugs… or roaches… or mosquitoes… or even rats…
No, it was to get rid of CATS.
To be specific, they made the Cats of BGC disappear practically within a few hours in the dead of night, and as of this writing, no one knows what became of those cats. I will get into detail about this later on, but know that this qualifies as an act of animal cruelty.
Meanwhile, since this whole thing started, they have committed many serious errors in judgement that have so far only been making it worse… mostly for themselves. Instead of facing the music, they have acted like cowards, lied to the public, and harassed everyone who has been calling them out. And this has only made me and many people like me, angrier and angrier.
This is why I’m here today. To commit this to my and the internet’s memory. Waybackmachine and Google Cached Pages, COME ON OVER.
[[ Shangri-La at the Fort, and the Disappearance of the Cats of BGC ]]
First, let me tell you about the Cats of BGC.
The Facebook group itself is basically a bunch of animal-lovers who hang around the BGC area. Using their own time and resources, and paying for everything out of their own pockets, they have set about looking after the local homeless cat population.
As stated in their manifesto, their aim is “To give better lives to the Cats of BGC by making them suitable for adoption through TNVR (Trap, Neuter, Vaccinate & Return) programs, as well as finding their FURever homes.”
They have accomplished so much. They have been conducting successful TNR (trap, neuter, return), feeding, and vaccination programs. They have set up feeding stations, faithfully replenishing them to make sure that the cats stay fed and healthy (there are literally food and water bowls there for the cats). If one of the cats in the colony was sick, they would take them to the vet, and release them back into the area once it was well again.
Most importantly, these people worked hard to tame these once-feral cats, to the point when the cats would come when called… by name. They got these homeless, scared animals to trust humans again.
Hi. It’s been a busy month again lol. Currently have a bunch of stuff lined up, and on top of that are all the other things that my husband and I need to get done around the house and all that. And of course there’s the whole daily living, plus five cats thing. So yeah. It’s been pleasantly busy. =)))
Anyway, lately I’ve decided that I needed to get back to the basics. I mean, as much as I want to start producing masterpieces one after the other a la Artgerm, I’ve finally (it took me long enough, no?) come to terms with the fact that my fundamentals are lacking. Instead of trying to get fancy with Photoshop brushes as I normally do, I figured, let’s go back to that thing I used to do waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back when I first started drawing, back in high school: SMUDGING PENCIL LEAD. =))))
In the meantime, I’m also trying to be much more careful with anatomy and proportions, which… I admit… I have been taking way too much liberty with over the years. This is mostly because I (wrongly) convinced myself that since I usually draw in anime/manga style, it meant that I can just so whatever the hell I wanted and call it “my style” AHAHAHAH yeah I’m a dumb kid. HERP.
So here’s a quick one to get started. I opted for this because a.) I love vintage pinup girls, b.) I adore victory rolls, c.) I enjoy shading hair. It seemed like a win-win at the time. =)))
PS: I used a reference image for the hair. I looked it up via Google Images, but I can’t seem to find it again now. Sorry. >__<;; Anyway, in the original, the model was holding a soda bottle up. … yeah I got too lazy to draw that bit lol
Hehe, yeah I’ve been gone for a while, haven’t I? Well, as I mentioned in my previous (albeit impromptu) post, life kinda happened, and I decided to take a break from a lot of things for a while.
Also, I got married to a wonderful person who is willing to support me in everything I do, and through a long chain of events, 2015 became my “inhale year,” to borrow a term from the fantastic Amanda Palmer.
I admit that at first, I didn’t quite know what to do with myself. I was so used to being constantly busy, constantly sleepless, constantly burned out, that the idea of STOPPING and resting felt embarrassingly alien. It’s been long ingrained in my brain that anything less than being a busy worker bee with the constant danger of running yourself to the ground was unacceptable. It was being lazy, it was being unproductive, it was being a moocher, it was selfish, and most painfully, it was being a burden to everyone around you.
Thankfully, though, and with much help and support from my loving, ever-patient husband, as well as bunch of stalwart friends, it finally hit me on the head: “All these years, I wished I had enough time for myself, and I now have it at last!”
I realized how since I dropped out of university at 19 years old, I never stopped working. I never really had a break, and all I’ve ever really known was the routine of jobs and socially-acceptable productivity.
So yes, in 2015, I learned to stop being ashamed of trying to take care of myself and pursuing my own interests. I spent more time with our cats, I learned new recipes, I learned how to make desserts, I took joy in making sure the husband’s belly is always full with good food, I read more books, I played more video games, I watched more movies and listened to more music. I became more grateful for what we had. I ate healthier, I ate better. I slept more, and I said no more often.
Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t all peachy keen 100% of the time, and I would lapse into my neurotic, panicked self more often than I care to admit. The husband heroically bore the brunt of it all, each time I would throw a tantrum, and I could never thank him enough for that. During those periods when I DID actually “get it,” though, I learned so much.
Now in 2016, just a few days after celebrating my approximately 32 years around the sun, I enter a new year with a fresh perspective, and a new mindset. Probably for the first time since I was 19. It’s both terrible and wonderful, as fear and hope collide in my brain to turn into what I like to think is exhilaration. So thank you, everyone, and everything. I am where I am and who I am today because of you. And I think I really like where and who I am right now, and I am excited to roll up my sleeves again and see what we can come up with this time around.
*peeks in* Hi. LOL so yeah, I know I haven’t posted in a REALLY long while. Life kinda happened, I got busy, hell I GOT MARRIED. =)))
Which is why I’m a little sad that I had to come out of hiding like this. You see, it’s been brought to my attention, like, JUST NOW, that people have been basically stealing some of my artwork. While I’m aware that when it’s posted on the internet, it kinda becomes free game, I guess the optimistic side of me was still hoping for a bit of… I dunno… respect (???) when it comes to borrowing someone else’s work, especially if you’re going to use it for things such as BRANDING.
I’m no famous artist, and I’m semi-pro at best. Which kinda makes it worse for me because… COME ON. I’m small fish. Don’t take what little I got.
So when I find out that not only did some people take something that I made, but also removed my watermark, didn’t credit me, and also terribly mutilated the original piece with horrible edits… I can’t help but feel pretty darned offended.
Case in point…
Sigh… Just… wut.
And what’s worse is that some people seem to consider asking for permission as more of an afterthought.
If you’ve noticed, the commenter only asked for permission September 5, when they’ve already been using the image since August 31/September 1.
Look. I’m not selfish or greedy. I’m not asking for money, and if anything, us artists tend to be a very sharing bunch. But please, please, please, for the love of whatever gods you pray to, SOURCE AND CREDIT YOUR MATERIALS (I’m especially disappointed with the blog, because as supposedly reputable and highly-ranked bloggers, they should really know better). It’s really not much, nor is it difficult. The original image had A WATERMARK. A simple Google search would have saved everyone all this trouble. I’m also not hard to get hold of, as there’s the comments section, and I have a working contact page, and you really could have ASKED ME FIRST.
And please don’t remove the watermarks we put in there!
You can even see in one of the images that someone tried but wasn’t able to successfully remove the entire DeviantArt watermark.
That’s. Really. Rude.
Heck, had you asked nicely, MAYBE I would have even edited or colored it myself for free! Unfortunately, it’s stuff like this that make us artists much more protective/defensive with our work. And that’s sad.
Alas, from now on, I would probably have to resort to horrible, horrible watermark mutilation. Like this.
Please don’t make us have to do this just to be able to protect our property. 😦
In the meantime, here’s some possibly relevant reading material:
Peace out, and I hope I never have to write a post like this ever again.
Both offending parties have removed the images from their sites/pages, for which I am very thankful. However, a bit disappointed that the motorcycle club also removed my post on their wall regarding the issue, and never bothered to reply/comment/message me about the matter… which again, feels sort of rude. But that’s okay because I have screenshots of it here. Yay.