Hello and welcome! You, O wayward web wanderer, have stumbled into the domain (pun intended) of Mistique Studio, a.k.a. Misti Hope Wudtke, watercolor artist, dreamer, bringer-to-life of all manner of enchanted creatures: some familiar, some fantastic.
Featured Artwork: Grim
I didn’t quit my day job. Really. But I did get laid off. I used to be an office-dwelling map-maker; now I’ve resolved to be an artist when I grow up, or go broke trying.
This website, Mistique.com, is still just a fledgling. I still have a bit of virtual tidying up to do, but for the most part everything is up and running and functional. Likewise, I still have some updating to do on various galleries, profiles, storefronts etc. throughout the internet. I just sold my first original painting through my Etsy store, so I thought I would celebrate by updating this, the front page of my website (and by eating an entire pint of Haagen-Dazs in one sitting).
My aim as an artist is nothing short of taking over the world. A little ambitious, I know, but what’s the point of any dream that isn’t? If you enjoy my artwork, you can help! Please do have a look around: Like my Facebook page, follow me on Twitter, visit my deviantART profile and see what’s up. Your visit is greatly appreciated!
Thank you for stopping by, and have a nice day!
It’s finally finished! I’ve been puttering with the HTML, products and everything else in spurts of a couple of hours per day, and now my CafePress store is FINALLY (more or less) open for business!
The first design in my reincarnated CafePress store!
I will probably do a little more tweaking here and there…add a little bio blurb to the sidebar and whatnot…but it’s good enough for now. Good enough for the holiday season, anyway. Of course the above design is intended to be only one of many, but I wanted to make sure there was something there before Christmas.
Click here to visit! Feel free to buy one (or more) of everything! :)
I’m a cold press kind of girl. I’ve always bought cold press watercolor paper. I suppose it’s just force of habit. If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Then again, the phrase nothing ventured, nothing gained is grammatically correct. Admittedly it wasn’t because of that that I bought a couple of sheets of Arches 140 lb. hot press (although it would have been a good enough reason in and of itself). Rather, I’ve seen some outstanding artwork on deviantART done on hot press, and its properties (a much smoother surface than cold press) seemed to fit what I am very often interested in achieving.
I’ve been working on sketch on hot press for a little while now (actually for a long while: it’s a commission that’s long overdue), and the sketching has gone well. It certainly does make achieving correct detail easier.
Tonight I started painting said sketch. I’m struck by two things about the paper. In one way, it’s not nearly as different as I imagined it would be: I can still achieve the same effects with daubing water while the paint is drying, etc. I haven’t tried salt yet but I’m quite certain it would work just as well as, or better than, on cold press.
But what I’d never realized before tonight was how great cold press is for hiding my sloppiness with a paintbrush. Or my unsteady hand; call it whatever you want. It seems to be a lot harder to achieve a straight line (or, more likely, what is perceived as a straight line) on hot press. It makes sense…it just surprised me.
I’m not quite sure how I feel about this. Likely I will try a few more paintings with it, test everything, get more used to the feel, and see how the two surfaces stack up then.
Yes I know: I ought to be posting things about NaNoWriMo in the writing blog. I haven’t ended up using that nearly as much as I thought I would; I’ll probably just merge the two blogs and keep track of everything here.
Anyway, I won NaNoWriMo today. Of course, all that means is that I’ve written 50,000 words (50,112, to be precise) in a work of fiction I started not before November 1st. I still get to say I won, though.
Now I just have to finish the story. (It bugs me when people call their NaNoProjects “books”. They are not “books” yet. You can’t call it a “book” until you’re holding it in your hot little hand.) I figure I have at least 30K words to go yet, but it’s all the good stuff, of course, easy writing (I just started on the first of two climax scenes today), so I hope to be able to finish it by the end of the month.
I also hope to start on some illustrations for it soon HAH see?! There is a reason for posting this in my artwork blog. Now, I swear I’ll shut up about NaNoWriMo and won’t post another thing about it until the story’s actually finished.
It’s been a little while since I added any new artwork. It isn’t because of NaNoWriMo, I swear. Okay maybe a little of it is because of NaNoWriMo, but MOST of the reason is the stubbornness of this little hatchling dragon. I started him and wrecked him twice before I finally managed to paint a decent version. I don’t mean I wrecked him as in, “Oh, it’s just not quite good enough for me.” (My family accuses me of doing this a lot.) I mean royally screwed him up in an irredeemable way.
Thus I wasted four days on fruitless versions of said hatchling. I’m still not immensely thrilled with him, but he’s good enough. Good enough to use an edited copy of him (or maybe a few edited copies of him, in different colors, yay!) for my nascent CafePress store, which is the reason I painted him in the first place.
“Hatchling”–coming soon to a CafePress store near you!
I have no idea what I’m going to paint next. It’s getting to be that time of year when everybody (and by “everybody” I mean the four members of my immediate family) starts asking about Christmas, and I begin to feel more and more anxious and slothful for hardly having given the matter a thought. So maybe I’ll start on some present-paintings next. Suffice it to say that you may expect any of the following soon: some variety of large winged cat, some variety of large winged dragon, green-winged teal, scarlet tanagers, pet portraits, etc.
Second painting this week: something to keep my brush moving during NaNoWriMo. I like how the background turned out.
Not sure what I’m going to do with the rest of the week as far as artwork goes. Maybe a toaster pastry with frog lips. No…not that…I’m just very, very tired…have to go to bed…
Just a little unicorn portrait I made to replace one I sold in my Etsy store. I still can’t help but get a feeling that the front left leg is a little awkward. I tried to fix it and failed. I don’t have time to try more, for it is November, and NaNoWriMo is upon us.
I found a lot of good references of deer/horses while searching; I could hardly decide between them, so I think I’ll just do another baby unicorn or two to round out the week.
Okay, technically it’s not October anymore. It took me a couple more days to finish this than I thought it would. On the other hand, all the extra attention I paid to the symmetry paid off, I think. I’m actually (mostly) happy with her.
Yeah…another vampire, I guess. Or whatever you want her to be. I swear I’m finished painting vampires for a while.
(Photo reference courtesy of the lovely faestock.)
Since I just sold my baby unicorn in my Etsy store (that is, a painting of a baby unicorn…would that I had a real one), I think I’ll paint another of those next. Look for that in a few days.
I was speaking with my brother on the phone last night about holidays. Both of us recalled that, when we were little, there was something truly magical about holidays. Our birthdays, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Halloween, Easter. When we were five, we couldn’t imagine forgetting that e.g. tomorrow is Halloween.
Those holidays—the holidays of youth—felt special. Magic imbued those days.
Now that we’ve grown up…where did it go? I could easily have forgotten that today’s Halloween; it feels no different than any other day. I’d love to get it back, but I don’t know how.
Anyway, here a couple of pics of the fog this morning: my parents’ house, and mine (that is, my grandparents’ old house). Even though it was the perfect Halloween day—it was dreary and foggy until at least 2pm—I could still have forgotten that it’s my favorite holiday.
My parents’ house on Halloween
My house on Halloween
Oh my gosh I sold something on Etsy! What do I do; what do I do?!
Hey, that was my very first Etsy sale!! I got an email that said so and everything! Hot damn! I have to celebrate! Haagen-Dazs, anyone?