sethstanley

I draw rhyming couplets of cinematic death! I'm @SethStanley17 on Twitter. Come and talk to me!

So how do you take a thought or idea, that occurs in your mind, reach out and grab hold of it before it escapes and then turn it into something concrete that you can show to the world?

How do you begin to articulate something you can visualise in your mind as words, or pictures and help people to see what you want them to see?

When you've done that, how do you move that idea forward?

How do you take a seed, grow it and turn it into something more than an idea – a universe full of connected ideas?

Or in my case, the Stanley-verse.

In this series, I'm going to talk about my creative processes, using the example of my Movie Deaths illustrations.

I'm going to tell you were I've been, between head, sketchpad and screen, where I think I'm going (although I do like a sharp left turn into a donut on occasions) and how, to some degree, I'm open to a steer from the people who spend time and effort following me. What would you like to see next?

I like to think I've always been creative. Whether it's doodling, painting, writing short stories and poetry, or even learning guitar in an effort to write a hit song, making something has never been far from the centre of my mind.

Let me take you back to 2011...

My first daughter was a wobbly sack of potatoes, maybe two or three months old, hunched over my shoulder in her favourite sleeping position. It was the middle of the night, and as usual, I was dizzy and a little delirious with sleep deprivation.

My thoughts turned as they often would, and still do, to aligning how I could provide for my family while also taking control of my own destiny – earning a living on my own terms, doing something I love.

As you may already know, I like movies. A lot. Most of my thoughts come back to movies.

I was looking for a way to combine popular film culture with some kind of graphic design, art or illustration in an effective, unique way, that I could serve up as:

  • coasters
  • posters
  • t-shirts
  • blog posts/web content
  • canvases

There's a missing piece of that particular Venn diagram isn't there?

I knew the media, I knew the subject, but what was the 'what?'

What uniquely hot take could I bring to the table that would make audiences of film scholars and casual appreciators alike nod knowingly at my cool handiwork?

I liked the idea of drawing movie scenes from perspectives that didn't exist as real camera angles in those movies.

Think of a shattered mug seen from the perspective of the floor, china bouncing up away from it, in a wave of coffee, with the word 'Kobayashi' visible.

Something a bit like this, but not this

Think of a view through a car windscreen looking at a 1974 Chevy Nova in front, with blood spattered all over the inside of the back window.

Something a bit like this, but not this

Familiar scenes, but not as you know them.

In my head, these were arty pop culture masterpieces waiting to be realised. I would draw them, and I'd soon be gracing the cover of Empire magazine with my creations.

Before I leapt into anything beyond simple sketches, a bud of a branch broke out of a seed in my head. What if I was to draw the anticipatory lead-up to a moment of explosive drama? The two cinematic moments I've described are pay-offs. What if I drew the calm before the storm? The lead-in to, say, a character's death, maybe?

Not something like this. This.

Was there any value in it? I thought there could be. As a film fan, I would recognise that it was the moment of tension before the climactic release. It could even be humorous if I played it right.

With all of these thoughts attempting to fit into a cohesive plan in my mind, a day or two later, a friend introduced me to the Gashlycrumb Tinies...

Spoiler alert: there's nothing down for these kids

In Expanding the Stanley-verse:Part 2, I'll talk more about this wonderful book, and how it helped me to kick-start my work.

And a bit more about this guy, and how he came about:

See you real soon, folks!

Your work is TERRIBLE.

NO ONE cares what you have to say.

YOU are not good enough.

Those were just a small number of thoughts that passed through my mind every time I sat down at my keyboard to write. They used to hit me every day when I was publishing my illustrations.

I started blogging on Coil in late August last year. I only intended to publish my illustrations, I didn't really have any designs on writing much at the time. It's taken years to show them to the world with any kind of belief that this could be a thing I devote more of my life to. And even then, under a fake name. If it didn't go down well, I could walk away and set fire to it all. I was never really here.

But the illustrations went down ok, in that no one told me they hated them! A fine start!

The kindness of strangers

I started to engage with folks on Twitter – @XRP_Productions was an early supporter. At a time when I was wondering whether to stop or not, he tipped me handsomely through the XRP Tipbot and encouraged me to keep going.

I appreciated that action so much, I thought I'd persevere a little longer. I started getting more tips, comments and retweets from notable Coil/XRP community people. All of a sudden, it felt like this was worthwhile and there was a place for me to share my work.

Validation from strangers, right? Who knew?

It's like heroin to me. Quite moreish.

And just when I was looking for a way to expand the reach of my Coil blog, last September, I happened upon Ken Melendez in my Twitter feed, looking for people to join an invite-only Telegram group, the Coil Blogging Club (now the Content Builders Club).

I came upon Ken and this group of wonderful, talented people at a very stressful time personally, and can honestly say I've had nothing but incredible support and great advice. Most importantly, I felt real warmth from everyone there.

I started to write more than I was drawing, and had some great feedback. It kept on coming. Now on Twitter and Telegram, I was suddenly part of a collective that openly acknowledged and valued each other's perspectives. This was key to me in drowning out the voice in my head telling me not to bother.

It's difficult to express what an incredible impact this group has had on me and my attitude to sharing my work in a very short space of time.

I could feel something changing inside me. I was shifting from someone who uncomfortably pressed the Publish button with a heavy heart, to someone who felt compelled to write and be read by the world.

Right now, most of the world isn't reading! But what I have to say is there if it wants to. And I'm fine with that.

Guided by voices

I had something of an epiphany recently, watching The Lightning Seeds, one of my favourite bands, still covering the local circuit from the 1990's.

While watching them, I found myself thinking why I am drawn to this band?

Ian Broudie, the lead singer and driving force behind them, writes and sings beautiful songs of love, loss and everything in between (including Three Lions, the football anthem to celebrate the European Championships being held in England in 1996. It's still sung fervently today.)

But most other bands sing about the same subjects, why have I paid to be here tonight?

And then it hit me. It's his voice.

Not merely the sound produced in his larynx and uttered through his mouth in the form of song. But his opinions and attitudes expressed through his music. The unique combination of words and melodies that call to me, like the sirens who lured Odysseus's ship towards the rocks and drove him to purchase an overpriced ticket to watch the whole thing through some inconsiderate a-hole's iPhone.

For a brief moment, the clarity of my thoughts was overwhelming. I didn't have to worry whether other people liked my work or not. And I shouldn't ever let a search for perfection be the enemy of good. I'm comfortable that I will grow and get better, and my voice will become stronger and more defined over time.

I didn't have to make a decision to focus on writing, or illustration. I could do both, and not because I didn't think my work in either medium is strong enough to stand on its own, but because I wanted to.

I didn't have to bend what I wrote about to fit a ready-made audience who would judge the output. There is an audience out there for everyone. It's all a matter of creating a pathway from their favourite brand of candy to lead them to your particular gingerbread house.

Hmm, if I follow that analogy through, it doesn't really end well for either of us... But you get my point, right?

With support, practice and regularly subjecting my words to the world, I've managed to get a real handle on my inner critic.

I don't know if its voice will ever be completely silenced, but I've kicked the s*** out of it so much now, it cowers in the corner of my mind, asking questions respectfully. It doesn't scream negativity at me any more.

Because I know these things:

My work is GOOD and WILL GET BETTER.

PEOPLE care what I have to say.

I AM good enough.

For Coil subscribers, I've picked out five top tips that have helped me to beat my inner critic. They could help you too.

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2019 has not been a good year for me.

I've lost my mother very recently. I've been in a job that I can't stand, working with people I don't understand. I have been unsure of my place in the world when it comes to certain areas of my life. Overall, these will be my overriding impressions of the year.

And still, there have been glimpses of diamonds in the dirt.

I've started blogging here, and met some wonderful people in the Content Builders Club. I've started to find my voice and style and I'm looking forward to exploring that further and strengthening CBC relationships in 2020. And I'll start the year looking forward to beginning a new job as a content designer in government.

If I pan out a little further, the last decade has generally been kind. My wife has given birth to my two amazing daughters. I've been lucky enough to see myself and good friends turn 40. I've visited some terrific parts of the world. I've grown as a person, as we all do, but been mindful of the growth. I feel like I've seen the Matrix (not the film). I'm in control (for now) and I'm confident in my abilities to manouvre around daily life.

There is much to achieve in 2020. We have so much time and so little to do. Wait. Strike that, reverse it.

In the meantime, here's a few links I've gathered together for what I consider some of my blogging highlights of the last few months.

Happy New Year everyone.

May doors open and close for you all in the most unexpected and delightful of ways.

A-Z of Movie Deaths Volume 1

XRP & Me: an origin story

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

I'm Going Down To Liverpool

Do you like scary movies?

A world of pure imagination

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