The Art of Saving

People kept telling me to play Dragon Age: Inquisition so I did the obvious thing and got the first game in the series, Dragon Age: Origins. It came out in 2009 so it wasn't too hard to get a handle on the interface.  But with the last two games I've played through being Deus Ex: Revolution and Hitman: Absolution (wait a second, what's with every single game title being 'SERIES': ... -ion !? Many sequels trying desperately to bring back fans while standing apart from the series... OLD GAME: NEW GAME. Good games though.), I was lulled into mental dependence on the modern luxury of the autosave.

Nowadays it seems like every 10-15 minutes of play in most games is broken up by checkpoints to fall back on when you screw up and your throat gets shredded by a rusty chainsaw, or when you fail to intimidate some highwaymen and they rob you, or when your cat jumps on the keyboard and your newly erected civic monument is permanently demolished.

In the recent revival of indie roguelike games, the absence of checkpoint fail safes is a reaction against their ubiquity in mainstream game design. They reject the convention of a linear, piecemeal experience in order to give you a die hard, unique, unrepeatable experience each time you play. The idea of saving at all, is abhorred - there is never anything to come back to. Yet when playing Dragon Age I found myself in an awkward place between the two - the autosave and the antisave. Dragon Age seems to save at certain checkpoints, like entering a completely new region for the first time, but nowhere in between. Sometimes I'd spend forty minutes combing every square inch of a dungeon level, only to blunder a little too deep into the aggro radius of a camp around the corner and get TPK'd (if there's a way to retreat from fights I ain't found it yet) -- only to realize none of my giving wine to Alistair and rearranging my dog named Kyle's decorative furpaint and chest-looting was remembered by the game. There's something miserable about retracing your steps in an RPG, it becomes a ghost of your previous play. Anyway I kept "ghosting" dungeons and struggling -- so I had to develop the habit of intentionally saving again.

The little lamp goalies are a nice touch. I did not forsee myself being completely absorbed by Bloodborne. The most pleasent suprise of the year.  

Unless the mechanic of the gameplay itself involves save points. Any 'From Software' game utilizes a similar save mechanic. Get to the lamp or fire without dying and as a reward you will be afforded the privilege of saving your progress and celebrating your tenacity (for like 5 seconds anyway.) 

Bloodborne disguises its save points as lanterns littered throughout the sprawling  multi-level nightmare labyrinths. Nixing any pausing or save menus. Which, psychologically, seems to alleviate any anxiety a player might have about how and where to save. Disguised as an effigy or a shrine, the cold blue glow of the lanterns never felt so warm or inviting. Auto saving in this game would totally ruin the experience, the game itself hinders on the sheer will of the player to complete the area and light the lantern - where your allowed, finally, to travel back to the hunters dream and level up your character, buy items and take some deep breaths. Bloodborne is the antithesis of autosaving. In a strange way this anti save type scenario works out very well for all those forgetful stoned gamers that wiff on saving their progress and direct frustrated heads up towards the spackled ceiling asking 'Why?'.  

'Would you like to save your progress?'  

The modern day AAA titles have totally scrapped the idea of 'lives' for their characters. Replaced with one perma-life if you will. You play, you get shot, stabbed, eviscerated then you get another chance. This can be in the form of a recharging health bar or hiding behind something until you somehow recover from the 18 bullets you've just taken. Yeah its just a game, but those lives use to mean something. An ominous but unsaid contract between the game and the player. If you use up all the lives your dead and you had your chance. GAME OVER BRO. I love the idea of that. Nintendo understands this as well. They could simply replace the lives system with a perma-life system for their platformers but there is no cost to the player. They are left to simply continue playing until they succeed. With no consequence at all.

The genius of the itemized save system is that your constantly searching for the 'ink ribbon,' or 'tent.' In Resident Evil finding a type writer save point is just part of the act of saving. You also need an ink ribbon to use the typewriter which is brilliant. So, instinctively, the player learns to not rely on any kind of computerized auto-save but rely solely on the items in there inventory and there own good sense. Few games have utilized this method of discovering a save point and requiring a specific item to activate it. It creates a deeper immersion for the player during gameplay. Problem is every game is different so we have developed specific habits for specific games and it fucks us up big time. 

What really needs to happen here is some kind of disclaimer before each game clearly stating how and when the game saves by itself or that the player is responsible for said saving points. Nobody wants to redo the same area 30 times over. Old habits don't die as easily as our digital heroes do. Fallout 4 has caused me many hours of pain so far.  Amazingly I have not learned my lesson to 'quick save' fucking everywhere, all the God damn time. Turning any old corner in the wasteland can be extremely punishing. So you die. Then re-spawn a la Dragon Age. Waaaay the hell back where you really didn't want to be. 'Are you fucking serious,' or 'godamnsonofabitch' have been heard to be remarked. Finally, after many hours I've re learned the art of saving all over again. It tends to take me out of the moment and causes mild anxiety. Maybe that's a new kind of game mechanic done on purpose?

The take away here kids is to what?.....save as often as humanly possible, unless the game does not allow it or your in the very middle of a melee battle with a mutated bear. I feel with every game  i'm attempting the classic 'trust test.' I'm standing on a chair with my arms crossed over my chest and my eyes closed, ready to fall back into the open arms of whatever copy of game i happened to be struggling with. Usually i imagine the literal game packaging with gangly arms and legs attached to it ready to catch my sorry ass. I fall, hoping for the best. 

EXPLHORROR

a terrifying photograph taken  at god knows when from god knows where. Spoiler alert, the family died. Just kidding, well the family is likely dead now but not because of an upside down flailing shadowmonster...i think.

HAPPY HALLOWEEK Boils and Ghoulies! Our favorite time of year has arrived once again, if it hadn't then we'd be having a very different kind of conversation right now. Thankfully that's not the case and we can get on with our celebration of mental anguish. This week we will be exploring variety of horror themed topics mostly related to gaming, rather than one giant terrifying post we feel its best to slowly draw out the tension with scraps of viscera.

Today is all about watching vs participating.

Official Maniac soundtrack by Rob.  Please enjoy while you read.

Us gamers are a special kind of fucked up. There exists within us a strange desire to simulate fear and anyone who plays games has most likely played something scary on purpose. Mulling over the trailers, watching lets plays and chin scratching over which title has the best scare: cost ratio. It takes a certain kind of someone to actively seek out horror just for the thrill and excitement fear can bring us. Of course we are not in any real, tangible danger so we convince ourselves its safe. We all saw our share of horror on screen at a young tender age and assumed we were equipped to handle any slimy monster, or red painted-whatever came at us.....

Friday the 13th pt.7 the flying twinkie.

But watching vs participating is a very different thing. The first example of this was my personal experience with Resident Evil in the summer of 1996. I was 14 years old and was a big slasher horror fan, presumably like most boys my age. Thus far Mario, Sonic, Crash Bandicoot, Zelda: a link to the past were a few examples of my early gaming career. At the time horror, for me, was having one life left before a game over. Watching Jason Voorhees dashing innocent campers against a tree was shocking, but i didn't loose any sleep over it. 

We spent all our allowance on renting the game for the weekend, bus tickets to get to Blockbuster video and slurpees with bags of candy to get us through the night. So our budget was stressed already and the guy at Blockbuster was really pushing us to get a memory card!? What the hell is a memory card? I can't save the game on the disk? We had a quick huddle about it and resolved that we would not require a Memory card. Mistake. We had inadvertently created a Roguelike and just amped the tension to 11 with that choice. Which in hindsight was a big moment in my obsession with horror.

When we booted the game up we had a good laugh. Even then, the intro was hilarious. But then we started playing the game. The slow loading screens were done so well that many of us gave up the controller before the next rooms door opened out of hopeless anticipation. The audio cues of slow footsteps would send us reeling. What pussies i thought, then i would play. Enter a room, and the now famous dog scene from the game really screwed me up. When the dog smashed through the window nobody in the room knew what to do, including myself. Normally someone in the room would have something to say, albeit not helpful or constructive, but something. This time, no. I popped off a few rounds at the carpet and ran away. A reasonable response. I was sweating, short of breath. My Heart was throbbing bad. I realized that i had just experienced that moment with my whole body and not just my mind. 

Watching lets plays is popular because your waiting for a reaction from the player with nothing really to invest in. All the best lets plays are from horror games. Watching someone freak out is, and always will be, fucking funny. If you were the one playing you probably would have reacted in a similar way which adds to the funny (flailing all about and screaming like a baby) But you will certainly never forget it. 

When you play the role of the character everything changes. Your invested --- spending time and money on something you expect to stimulate some sort of emotion. We expect this now because, usually, the games deliver and treat us to something special. In a film nothing is at stake. Awful things happen to innocent people. Killer lives or dies. THE END. You might remember an especially brutal kill or the sexy lead character, maybe the killers mask. For me, i remember much more about a gaming experience because, if done well, iv'e tricked my mind to believe that i was there. Rarely do i ever feel like the character i`m playing. Mostly i put myself into the shoes of the protagonist. Much more frightening that way. Occasionally i find myself recalling a certain memory of myself reading a morbid letter with faint scratching sounds coming from the wall beside me in a dark, smokey room and distinctly remember feeling nervous. Turns out it was a sequence from Metro; 2033. Has that ever happened to you?

Fear is a fascinating and powerful thing. Its a visceral emotion with the potential to overcome ones entire life if not tended to properly. It must be constantly analyzed, assessed and controlled in order to be an effective measuring device of outside threats. Some believe it to be an exaggerated leftover self preservation response from our primeval days hiding from predators. Still effective today and absolutely necessary for our survival. Something i feel we can all agree on is that we have felt it in at least one of its many forms, routinely.

Tomorrow is the efficacy of atmosphere and sound in Horror games. Tune in kiddies and happy HALLOWEEK.

Stay Classy San Diego

San Diego comic con is still a thing for the next 2 years at least.  

Evade Gismo does San Diego comic con. North Americas largest comic con is upon us once again! Who wants to wait in line? 

I pity the fools that consider this a holiday, It is anything but relaxing here. Neck bearded mouth breathing nerds are common place now, they can be heard reciting Star Wars rhetoric verbatim while they wait in a 3 day line up for the panel Saturday. This is the hype trains last stop. If you pay close attention you can actually see the hypes residual fog laying thick and low over San Diegos gas lamp area like forest fire smoke. Dense and evenly distributed. I'm surprised more shit doesn't light on fire here given the incredible expectations and ensuing disappointments that the fanatics have nowadays.

This marks my 5th attended Comic Con in a row since meeting my wife.Compared to her I'm a rookie, for Camilla this is her 17th year in a row! It's the most exhausting 5 days of the year. We wake up early to get some sort of sustenance make our way to the con 5 blocks away and work the booth for 10 hrs. Then back to the hotel and immediately change and go out to some industry parties, drink schmooze, stay out late then donut all over again x4. Like every year we will be dispensing her wares at booth #4723 so don't be shy come and visit. 

So I'll be taking frequent breaks during the day to deliver any video game related newsy morsels I happen upon. Unfortunately I don't see myself having the time to line up for any panels this year. Maybe one if I can manage it. In fact I despise waiting in line, there is no celebrity I would ever wait in line to meet, no artist I would spend my standing or patience powers on. 

But this year, for the website, I'll suffer the crowds for some game demos and hopefully some VR as well as general tomfoolery. Fun pending...please stand by. 

P.s. Most posts this week will be attached to the Exceptionally tiny Instagram icon found at the bottom of our pages, living beside the Facebook icon...end communication. 

VIRTUALLY 200 MILLION DEAD AND COUNTING...

I must confess, I am a murderer. No, I’m not a violent person by nature, quite the opposite. I work for the local Ambulance service part time. I care about people and their well-being for a living; very much. Treating symptoms, maintaining patient dignity and transporting them safely to the hospital is my primary concern. But when I get home from a hard days work, sometimes all I want to do is shoot something in the head and smash some dick-holes.

Loitering tends to lend itself to interesting conversation. One clear Spring, evening outside a local movie theater, I was speaking with some close friends after a particularly violent movie, ‘The Raid’ I think it was. “How many people do you think you’ve watched die in a movie?” I asked- reliving the darker moments of the movie. I noticed many furrowed brows at this question , “hrmmmm lots, I can’t count how many, thousands I guess, maybe hundreds of thousands!” This number surprised exactly none of us as we all nodded casually. “So how many people have you killed?”  I asked as a follow up question, this caused many more confused looks. ”Virtually I mean, how many people (or creatures) have you killed in your gaming career you think?” A good friend of mine replied with a wide and very inarticulate gesture. Palms up he guessed “uhhh, jesus, I dunno….probably millions.”

I do realize that the sensitive nature of this theme could easily regress into ‘game violence’ territory but I’m not going there, so lets just put that little baby to bed right now. My concern here is specifically with a ‘virtual death toll’ if you will. So how does one enumerate that? Lots of games like ‘The Last Of Us’, the ‘Call Of Duty’ franchise and many other first person shooters lately actually have that stat buried in the menu somewhere, it’ll usually say ‘Kills:’ and a number. But most games don’t count your dead so this will be an extremely rough calculation (and im being generous.) I’ll be using some artistic license with this math so please bear with me.

One night years ago when I was a young impressionable youth I was asked by the neighbours across the street to babysit there kids. When I showed up the little ones were already in bed and the father, ill call him Eric, was a massive computer nerd and was a programmer for ‘Reboot.’ He sat me in front of his computer and loaded up ‘Doom.’ When they arrived home some hours later I hadn’t left my seat I played that fucking game till my eyes were as red and pixelated as the eviscerated entrails of my fallen enemies. (I don’t even need to put up a screenshot  here I know you can see it in your minds eye right now, that’s how ubiquitous that game is.) So I was hooked, ravenous and thirsty for more, blood drunk you might say yet oddly satisfied and serene. I got my cool $15 bucks went home and slept like a baby.

But the first time I remember going “damn, I just murdered that guy” was in Metal Gear Solid for the PS1 (by this time i had plenty of ‘murder practice’ via the Sega Genesis, NES and SNES). At the dock in the beginning of the game after that epic opening sequence, where the first enemy is waiting. I clearly recall knocking on a wall, sneaking behind him and chocking him out until his little neck popped. Maybe this dude had a family back home? After that my virtual murdering career truly began.

I was going to exclude games from the Mario franchise because I thought that stomping a Goomba doesn’t really feel like your killing it. But that’s bullshit. I almost let the squishy-pop sound effects fool me. Beneath that Plumbers outfit and just behind the mustache lies an ice cold murdering psychopath, as calculating and remorseless as a contract killer. So I’m including Mario, and his whole damn family, as well as any game where you must (or choose to) eliminate an enemy. Just because Goombas guts didn’t blow out of its mouth and made a splat sound on the bricks when you stomped it doesn’t mean you didn’t erase the son of a bitch from existence. Very cleaver Miyamoto you almost fooled this one. I just want to include kills, where you have stomped, shot, stabbed, burned, poisoned, crushed, maimed or bombed an NPC or another player.

I’ve just spent about an hour doing some back of the napkin math for my career death count. I was going to do something like multiply my average games played per year with a reasonable average of kills per game (about 600) then multiply that by the number of years that I’ve been gaming which turns out to be about twenty-two-fucking-years! (omg what the hell have I been doing with my life) The final tally was something like 210,000. They say death in war is just a statistic. This number, I realized, was meaningless once I thought of a few unique cases.

In Mass Effect 3 there was an option to kill the entire Krogan race. This becomes a morally grey area, you didn’t actually physically kill them all but a choice had to be made for the greater good of the galaxy. The decision comes in the form of a cure for the Genophage. If you lie, which I did, and deny them the cure every Krogan in the universe become sterile. Effectively allowing the entire species to die out.Which is perverse. Being responsible for the Genocide of an entire race was unsettling and made me feel deeply ashamed of myself (for a time.) In fact I think there were several chances to do this; with the Rachni and with the Quarians. Im not sure of the numbers but  its safe to say they were in the tens of millions.

The final and by far the most obscene example I was reminded of was from a game from September of 2009 called ‘DEFCON.’ The subtitle of this game was ‘everybody dies’ or ‘the only way to win is not to play’ and it was a simulation I equated to the movie ‘War Games’ with a very young Matthew Broderick from 1983. (huh, my spell checker knew how to spell Broderick!?) In the game you are playing on a world map, you choose a country to defend, and the point of the thing is to intercept nuclear weapons and launch your own offensive. The most disconcerting aspect of the game is the dream like aesthetic. The deep neon colours, slow pace and depressing music accumulate to what I can say is a surreal experience. An average game gave me an absurd death toll of about 60,000,000 dead. I must have played 10 or so games since I got it. The death toll when I hover my cursor over  Mexico City says ‘13 million dead’ in a handsome and authoritative type font. Funny enough just seeing this number makes me feel much worse than if I shot someone personally. I quietly reflected on the lives lost before I high fived my buddy for dropping a 50 kiloton dick smasher on Moscow.

So I’m a killer, I suffer no consequence but that which occurs within the game itself. I die then I come back to life or I quit the game as I see fit. The remorse I feel is minimal. If I quantified my remorse as a percentage I would say my remorse level for any given kill count in a game is hovering around %6. That’s being generous, without real life consequence how can I feel bad about killing something? Im not there, I don’t know these people or non-people and they’ve been put here (usually) for me to dispatch as I see fit. The biggest joke here is that it’s not even free! We’re not forced at all to do this, shit man, we even pay just to be given the privilege of simulated murder. This is not conditioned reinforcement, I don’t drool or get a hard on when I see blood. I celebrate my victories shake off the shred of remorse I felt and go back to reality . Virtual murder, for me is the guise of therapy. Recently my lovely wife and I were eating dinner I guess I looked frustrated because she looked at me with those big green eyes and said to me ‘You need to relax baby, you should go upstairs to your man cave and kill something.’ And you know what I DID.

That same night outside the theatre I asked “how many people have you saved or brought back from the dead?” “including  necromancy?” another friend chimed in. “Sure necromancy counts.” I replied. “…..not as many as I’ve killed.”  he says with a smile on his face.

Tristan Mowat

Kills: 217,000,000 and counting…

Thats My Girl. An Interview with Camilla d'Errico

I would like to get something out of the way right from the start. The ever fetching Camilla d’Errico is my loving wife of almost 2 years. So this interview may, possibly, be a tad biased. But we made a deal, ill interview her and she will send her fans to my new web page. The key to a healthy, loving relationship isn’t trust…well it IS but it’s also about making businessy type deals for mutual benefit.

About 11 years ago we met at an art class that my Ma curated. Camilla was the instructor my mom found at a local college and I was the oldest one in the class of 12-14 year olds. I was 22 and felt about as out of place as a college student in a grade 6 class and Camilla was the instructor. At first I came for the artwork…but then, later, I stayed for the girl. So I’ve known her well before her fame and attention. It was clear to me that she was irrevocably in love with art (and me) and that she would without a doubt realise her dream of becoming a successful full-time artist.

I’d like to answer a question that I’m never asked: ‘What’s it like being married to someone famous?” Ah an excellent question thank you for asking (hey who’s interview is this?) At first, when we started dating it was intimidating to be with someone who was way better than me at the thing i loved doing most. As an artist it was an internal struggle to let go of my jealousy for her talent. The hardest part early in our relationship was accepting that I could never be anywhere near as talented as my girlfriend at the thing I love doing more than anything, creating things. Some people are just naturally talented, some might disagree but in my eyes it’s true. I myself really had to work hard to become, even just a decent artist.

Camilla and I are different in the way that she has committed herself to putting all her eggs in one basket. To become a specialist you have to totally focus on that one thing. She’s an artist through and through. Whereas I’m more of a generalist, my interests are too broad to choose just one thing. I don’t have the attention or patience to focus on one skill and excel at it. Camilla has the talent which I can tell you she has worked her ass off for, but she also has the unnatural determination of a T-1000 killer robot. She says yes to everything still, even when she double books herself while working a convention that same weekend. She constantly challenges herself “I know I said I’d do 10 paintings for this show, but I’m going to do 13!” And ya know what? She does it! Yes it can be stressful, for both of us, watching her suffer through those last few brush strokes. But seeing that satisfied smirk on her face after she’s done is worth it.

So people line up for her just to say hi and to shake her hand, they ask to take their picture with her and want her signature. I’m there in the background holding her pen and getting prints ready to sign. I’m the one taking the pictures and that’s ok with me. She makes a difference for people but so do I in my own way. I left my jealousy and insecurity on the doorstep of that art class 11 years ago. She’s my wife and I couldn’t be more proud of her success and I genuinely mean that.

 I’m done talking Goomba, it's your turn, ready? This is a video game themed site so I’ll start with a game question.

Until recently you’ve worked as a concept artist for a video game company. Which game recently has caught your eye visually and why?

I don’t want to say the obvious and say “Final Fantasy VII” because it’s coming out again and the entire world saw the trailer so we all (I’m just assuming here) wet ourselves in excitement. So I’ll go with the last game that had me as excited as a fat boy in a candy shop, “The Shadow of Mordor”. That game was amazing. I love the world design and the seemingly endless character designs of the orcs. The game play was exciting and the kills were pretty satisfying and the story was great too. I loved it.

You’ve been painting for 10 years now. You have developed a method and subject matter all your own. Do you ever feel that you’ve ‘trapped’ yourself within your own style?

A few years ago, yes, I did feel like I’d pigeon holed myself as the artist that painted girls with big round eyes with animals on their heads. I don’t think it occurred to me at the time that I was forcing the concept in my work. I was full of ideas about these animals and the symbolism they represented but after some time I felt like my heart wasn’t it in it anymore. I didn’t really know what to do then, should I keep doing what people knew me for or start doing paintings of the surreal and random imagery that was popping into my head. It got to the point where I was tired of painting all together. I took a year hiatus to really think about what I wanted to say with my art. It was the best decision I’ve made. When I began painting again my artwork was fresh and exciting and I couldn’t wait to create the next wild image that came to me. I’ve very grateful for my fans who’ve supported me along my journey because they made it ok for me to reinvent myself as an artist.

You’re at a gallery, and you see a great painting that catches your eye. Then you see the price and title of the piece, does that affect your overall impression of the piece?

That’s a very good question. I tend to fall in love with a piece regardless of the price, but the name is another thing entirely. A strong title really brings the whole thing together. I don’t like it when aritsts put “untitled” it’s lazy in my opinion. If you spend hours and hours on a piece you can spend some time naming it. I use the titles of my work to add to the painting, sometimes it might be an inside joke between me and my friends or its part of the puzzle that I want the audience to figure out. As for pricing, I’m by no means able to drop 10k on a painting, not even close, so I’m limited by money when it comes to what I can afford. When I have purchased original art it’s been my experience that handing over the money is like tearing off a bandage, it hurts at first but then I get to live with this beautiful piece of art forever. I look at my collection and appreciate it every single day knowing that I own the original and I can enjoy it forever. So the temporary pain of parting ways with my money is long forgotten.

Have you always been a total klutz? Or did you develop the skill over time?

Ha! Asked like someone who’s seen me fall up the stairs. I think it’s a talent at this point to be able to fall and spill things as often as I do. My whole life I’ve been knocking things over, sitting on sunglasses and generally causing as much mayhem as possible. I even came up with a theory that time travel is real and the future version of myself has been coming back in time invisible just so she can have fun by klutzing up my life. I have yet to catch her so my klutzy ways will continue.

As your fan base grows does it influence your creative choices? What’s expected of you versus what you want to create?

Getting more exposure means that the audience that sees my work is wider and more diversified so every now and then someone will make an unappreciated comment on my art or negatively review something I did. It always sucks when that happens but I learned a long time ago that you can’t please everyone. For the most part I create art for myself, paint and draw things that I love but I’d be dishonest if I didn’t admit that I’ve toned down the nudity in my work because of a few people’s comments. To me nudity is just that, the human body, it is not erotic or porn to paint breasts. However I know that nipples might not appeal to everyone so unless there is a specific reason for it, I won’t have nudity in my work as often as I used to.

Whats your favorite colour to paint with and why? This is not one of my questions but my grandfathers.

I adore teal in all shades imaginable. I’d eat the color if it was edible but I just have to settle for painting with it. I always feel so at peace when I’m using it, but at the same time it invigorates me. It’s my favourite color hands down.

You’re a story teller. I’d say you write almost as much as you draw and paint which a lot of people might not know about you. Who and what are you writing about currently and what compels you to spend so much time developing your stories?

I just recently started writing about a year and a half ago maybe…maybe more I can’t remember. It started because I was very unsatisfied with the show I was watching at the time, The Vampire Diaries. Honestly I was blown away by how poor the writing was getting and thought of all the different directions the plot and characters could have gone to the point where I started making notes. Then I discovered fan fictions and my whole world changed. There is a sea of writing online for people like me, people who like a show but then become dissatisfied and begin to write the shows in a way that they would like. I started with Vampire Diaries and then expanded into The Walking Dead. I’ve really fallen in love with writing so I’m using these fan fictions of mine as a stepping stone for future novel work. I have several ideas that I’m fleshing out and I think in the near future I’m going to sit down and write a series of novels based on original content. I never thought that I could find so much satisfaction from writing as I do from creating art and I’m really looking forward to focusing on that in coming years.

What elements do you think make a good and timeless story?

For me it’s all about character development. I am really drawn to stories that focus on a person’s journey and it doesn’t matter what they are doing or what is surrounding them as long as you take that character and transform them by the end of the story. Love, magic, supernatural elements, all of those are just the icing on the cake. Timeless stories for me have strong elements of personal growth and sacrifice and they don’t always end happily either. I’m definitely drawn to stories that don’t give you what you expect but give you a sense of finality and even if it’s not a happy ending it’s a satisfying one.

 What is a trend you have noticed lately about storytelling that bothers you and why?

I’m really tired of supernatural creatures falling in love with human virgins. There is also a very obvious trend of having the main female character be mundane and bitchy. More and more of these characters are prevalent in stories and it’s driving me crazy. I understand the concept, have a character that is ordinary and make extraordinary people fall in love with them thereby making them special.  Too many stories either have insanely inhumanly beautiful girls and guys or female characters that have no personality falling into amazing worlds. I’d really like to read about characters that are goofy or very athletic or excellent cooks, I don’t know, give them something that makes them stand out other than their clear dislike for dancing, looking at you Bella Swan.

Most people don’t realise how hard you work at conventions. What compels you to be at the booth when many other well-known artists don’t?

The reason why I go to conventions is so that I can meet my fans and make new ones so I spend all my day sometimes at my booth just for those opportunities. Many artists or creators have signing times, but I sign all day. To me there is nothing more incredible than to meet someone who likes my art and wants to talk to me. I began my career as a fan and now I have fans of my own, that humbles me every day. So even though I have to stand on cement floors for 8 hours and spend hours setting up and tearing down I work my butt off so I don’t miss out on those one on one interactions.

Camilla before a con

aaaand after

How does it make you feel when you look at other incredible artists such as Audrey Kawasaki, James Jean or Greg Simkins?

I adore their work! I get all warm and fuzzy inside when I see their art and I’ll admit it, sometimes I salivate a little. James Jean blows me away with each piece he does because its like a Beetle’s song, each one is as unique from one to the other and yet still screams James Jean. He really pushes boundaries with his work. Audrey’s girls are so seductive and alive that I get lost in their gazes. I’m always astounded by how she uses the woodgrain and has mastered her medium. She doesn’t have to use very much paint or color at all to render her life like characters and that is simply mind blowing. Greg Simkins art makes my brain twist and melt all at once! Looking at his work is like staring into the looking glass, up is down, birds are fish, objects come to life. He’s technical skills are drool worthy. He’s also a super nice guy that is all together too great to be real! I think there is one thing all three of them share, their work has movement and grace. It flows and ebbs.  My eyes dance around their artwork. They are my art gods.

If you are working on a painting and it’s not going well what do you do?

There is a lot of kicking and screaming I tell ya! I think I always feel like my paintings aren’t going the way I want them to at some point. I call it the “ugly duckling” phase. This is the hump that I have to get over, grit my teeth and believe that it will be okay. From past experiences I’ve learned not to give up but to power through it. I don’t force the artwork to go in a direction it clearly isn’t, so there is some giving up on my end sometimes, but once I get back on track it usually works itself out.

Lastly,  I know your going to the San Diego Comic Con in the coming week because im going with you. So whats for sale? Give us the scoop.

San Diego Comic Con is fast approaching and I'm stoked! This will be my 17th year in a row that I'll be attending...oh my gosh...I'm getting too old for this ha ha! It's definitely my biggest event of the year and i go all out for it. I've got multiple exclusives that range from limited edition watches, hand embellished fine art prints and new clothing releases not to mention my 2nd annual petite painting series "Beauties & Beasties". Last year I created a series of smaller and more affordable original art for SDCC and it was a great success so I am excited to release this year's series. I've blending rainbows with animals, humans are magical and part mammal and I even have my very first painting of a boy in the series. My booth number is 4723, and yes, I will be signing pretty much all day!

She danced,  like a monkey oughta dance.

THIS GIF IS INCREDIBLE - J.M.