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Love Plague AU Narrator (Black) draw in Magma.
#THE MOTHER HAS BEEN CAPTURED AND CONTAINED#roll the credits#just kidding of course it's not THAT easy#i hate how drawing Magma in phone is so inconvenient#the canvas is like inches smaller#i havento zoom all the way in to draw neat lines#i cant color is the damn drawing because layers aren't accessable in mobile#so every drawing is done in only one layer which ughh it's not bad but it's ANNOYING#no no it's okay I'm not mad just irritated#i had experience with ms paint and this in comparison is a bit similar#so i cam do just fine in one layer#it's laggy as hell though LMAO#at least i can make up for these by making the lineart interesting to look at#the stanley parable#the stanley parable ultra deluxe#tsp#tspud#narrator tsp#tsp narrator#tsp love plague au#mine 💗#discord sketches#magma art
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XP-Pen Artist Pro 24 Review
I drew this with an XP-Pen Artist Pro 24, which the team at XP-Pen kindly sent to me for review. I’ve had to opportunity to use this tablet on-and-off over the course of the past several weeks, and while there were a few issues my overall impression is positive.
Unboxing / Contents
Apart from the 24” display tablet itself, the package comes with the usual cabling peripherals, plus some bonus extras. If your machine supports a USB-C connection for display, you’ll only need the one cable (plus the power connection). Otherwise, there’s a HDMI and a USB-C to USB converter included as well.
The extras include: an additional stylus, a one-size-fits-all artist’s glove, and a microfiber cloth.
The container for the stylus twists open to reveal 8 extra stylus nibs. Its cap can also be removed to use as a stylus holder.
Driver (Installation & General Use)
There were a few issues with installation, mostly tied to interactions between the driver, Windows 10 and Windows Ink.
Initially, brush strokes were offset from the stylus’ point of contact with the screen by about 3-4 centimetres when attempting to draw in Photoshop CS6. Random straight strokes also occurred frequently. This same problem did not occur in MS Paint or Photoshop CC 2019. This was fixed by changing the UI scaling setting for the monitor in Windows settings from 125% (which was apparently the default) to 100%.
Initially, brush strokes had no pen pressure in Photoshop CC 2019. Photoshop CS6, on the other hand, did (but suffered from the previous offset problem). This was fixed by turning on the Windows Ink setting in the XP-Pen driver menu. So in other words: CC 2019 needs Windows Ink on to recognise pen pressure, while CS6 didn’t, but was affected by UI scaling.
Interestingly, if Windows Task Manager was in focus and Windows Ink was not enabled in driver settings, stylus input was not recognised at all. There may be other programs that have this issue, but this was the only one I encountered so far.
I will say that I’ve had many problems with Wacom drivers interacting badly with Windows Ink and other things in the past before, so these types of issues are not exclusive to the XP-Pen drivers.
I’m currently using driver version 3.0.5, a beta build that has a lovely UI; it’s clear and laid out well. I did also try version 1.6.4 initially, which was fine — the UI for that version was similar to the layout you find with Wacom drivers.
Apart from the issues during installation that required troubleshooting, I haven’t had many major complaints with the driver in day-to-day use, I do think that there are a few areas for improvement, however.
The driver stops working correctly each time the computer is set to sleep and woken up again. To fix this the driver must be exited from the system tray and then relaunched.
There also doesn’t seem to be a way to bind WIN+SHIFT+ARROW to any of the express keys. WIN+SHIFT+ARROW (left or right arrow) is the Windows shortcut to quickly move a focused window to another monitor, so it’s something I use a lot if I’m on a multi-monitor setup. Unfortunately, attempting to set this shortcut in the express keys menu will simply move the actual driver window over to the other monitor while the custom input is not properly recognised in the text field.
The driver does offer a “switch monitor” option for the express keys that when clicked will transfer your stylus input to another monitor, which is extremely useful.
Screen
At 24” with a 2560x1440p QHD resolution, images are sharp and crisp even when viewed from a close range while drawing. Genuinely, it feels great to paint on based off this aspect alone.
The colour temperature is set to 6500K by default in the the driver settings. I think initially it felt just a touch too saturated, but overall I’m fairly happy with the colour display.
The monitor has touch-sensitive inputs on the top right corner: a -/+ for quickly adjusting the brightness, a menu for further settings, and power. I found myself using these to adjust the brightness throughout the day frequently. The power input requires a few seconds of continued contact from your finger to react, which prevents you from accidentally brushing it and turning the monitor on/off.
The monitor comes with a built-in stand. I found it easy to adjust to different viewing angles and also incredibly sturdy. I had no problems leaning on the monitor while drawing.
The monitor also comes with a pre-applied anti-glare screen protector. I wasn’t bothered by it and it seems to be holding out well after several weeks of use. I think the screen itself definitely needs the additional anti-glare, as being a display tablet means that it’s significantly more reflective than my main display.
Stylus
My first impression of the stylus was that it’s lighter in comparison to the Wacom styluses that I’m used to — there is very little to no weighting on the back end of the stylus, which makes it feel noticeably different when gripped. To be honest, though, I forgot about it when I was actually painting. Still, I would prefer a bit more weighting because I do think it makes the stylus more comfortable to hold overall for long periods of time.
There’s also no eraser nib, but I’ve personally never used those on Wacom tablets (I always use shortcuts to switch between brush and eraser instead) so this was a non-issue for me.
The two shortcut buttons on the side of the stylus sit quite flat to the surface, so I think they would be less likely to bother people who don’t use them. I use them a lot, however, and found that they were still easy to click despite being quite flat.
Unfortunately however I ran into a curious issue with using one of the stylus buttons to activate the eyedropper tool. When the “alt” key is mapped to one of the triggers on the stylus, activation of the eyedropper function in Photoshop (tested in both CS6 and CC 2019) is somewhat unreliable. That is, when the “alt” key is held down, the expected result is that once you tap the stylus on the canvas, a “mouse-click” will be triggered and the eyedropper will activate. While this works perfectly fine if you hold down “alt” from the keyboard (or hold down an “alt” that’s bound to one of the 20 express keys), when you hold “alt” from a stylus trigger I found that tapping quickly with the stylus only seemed to activate the eyedropper about 50% of the time. In order to activate it more reliably, I had to press harder and longer with the stylus, which can become tiring and slowed down my painting process. I also found that frequently, pressing down longer would lock me into the eyedropping function until I clicked the trigger key again.
After submitting feedback about this XP-Pen’s R&D department, I was informed that this issue occurs because the stylus is only able to send one message to the tablet at a time. Pressing “alt” on the stylus and trying to “click” at the same time counts as two messages, which may interact with each other unexpectedly. This is why it sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t.
The buttons seem to otherwise work completely fine for any other functions that don’t require the stylus to send two simultaneous messages, so unless you’re like me and like to bind “alt” to a stylus trigger, this won’t affect you.
Pen Pressure & Activation Force
Most current-gen tablets flash a big number for the pen pressure levels as a selling point. Having used tablets with 512, 2k, 4k and 8k levels of pressure sensitivity, I’d say I noticed the biggest difference when switching from 512 to 2k, but in my opinion beyond 2k the change is minimal and has no real impact on the way I draw. The XP-Pen Artist Pro 24 comes with 8192 levels of sensitivty, which is a very big number, but in practical application all I can say is that it works the way I expect it to and I don’t have any complaints regarding the transition between pressure levels on the default linear pressure curve.
More importantly I did notice that the IAF (initial activation force) was not as low as I would have liked. Very light input is not recognised, or only partially recognised before dropping off and on again. In a practical sense this doesn’t actually impact me through most of (perhaps 97%) of the painting process, but it did give me pause once in a while when I wanted to make a really light stroke and had to adjust my method. The drivers for this tablet do come with a pressure curve you can adjust to your preferences, so this can help a little, although after some tests I preferred to leave mine on the default setting.
Summary of Drawing Experience (tl;dr)
I think the mark of a good tool or piece of hardware is that it does not draw attention to itself during the course of its use. An ideal drawing experience allows me to be fully immersed in the act of drawing without having my focus shifted to dealing with the tool. With this in mind the XP-Pen Artist Pro performed very well for the most part, but was held back by a couple of issues.
Pros:
The monitor resolution honestly feels great to look at; the pixel density means that I can basically forget about pixels even with my face positioned closer to the screen.
The parallax between the tip of the stylus and the actual position of input was very minimal and basically not noticeable for me, especially after the simple calibration process offered by the driver.
At normal room temperature (say up to about mid-20’s celsius) the monitor screen stays impressively cool to the touch and I was never bothered by resting my drawing hand on its surface even when painting for long sessions.
The 20 express keys and 2 roller rings are extremely helpful and I actually found myself using all of them, despite initially thinking that I’d only need half of them. The keys are also comfortable and responsive to click (which sounds like it should obviously be so, but having used some Intuos iterations in the past which had some very annoying-to-click express keys, I don’t take this feature for granted anymore).
Cons:
The driver needs to be restarted everytime the computer wakes from sleep in order to work.
Higher IAF was noticeable when very light strokes were desirable. Also, the input will on rare occasions glitch by performing a completely straight max opacity + max brush size stroke. This seemed to happen primarily when I was trying to get light strokes to register. (It didn’t happen often enough to bother me much since it’s just a quick undo, but it did happen enough times that I noticed it.)
The issue with eyedropping using “alt” mapped to a stylus trigger as detailed above. Quite unlucky for someone like me who has over a decade of muscle memory for this particular mapping.
Overall, as I said at the beginning, my impression of the tablet is positive. While I think it has room for improvement when it comes to driver performance and the initial activation force especially, it also has a lot to offer at a highly competitive price point ($900USD at retail), and it would’ve been amazing if something like this had been available to me back when I first started digital painting. As I do enjoy using it for the most part I’ll probably continue to use it on-and-off in future.
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pint-size potential (1/?)
Sod the Council and their archaic concepts of what made a child worthy. He was given a job to do, and he would do it, but he would do it his way.
(au: Buffy's a baby Potential, and Giles is her new Watcher)
ao3
tagging @theforestlesbian and @sih bc u nerds supported me writing this & i love u both bunches
In comparison to England, California was unbearably hot. Giles was fairly certain that he was assigned this particular location just because someone in the Council hated him. No respectable Watcher wanted an American Potential to raise, let alone a Potential in the middle of the bloody desert. Merrick had initially been assigned to the child, but then that four-year-old Potential had cropped up in England, and no one else wanted to relocate to America to raise a baby.
So of course, the job went to Giles, the black sheep of the Council. He’d been working with them for long enough to merit the responsibility of training a Potential, though he had always imagined said Potential being a bit—older. Old enough to talk, certainly. Baby Potentials didn’t generally last that long, what with all the demons and vampires attempting to kill them—and bugger all, that was probably why he was being sent to care for this one. Giles did miss the days when Potentials were harder to find.
Tentatively, Giles entered the café, quietly surveying the room. A gaggle of giggly college girls wearing sweaters in similar shades of pink. A young couple who looked to be out on a date. A neat-looking middle-aged woman, standing primly next to a baby stroller. Ah, thought Giles, and crossed the room. “Ms. Smythe?” he inquired.
The woman looked critically at him, then said, “I do hope you’re qualified for this sort of rigor, Mr. Giles. Infant Potentials are a particularly serious responsibility.” Giles tried to look into the stroller, but Ms. Smythe moved in front of him, adding, “To be blunt, the Council has assigned you to this child due to your particularly unsavory past. We believe that, if nothing else, you are at least suited to defend this child from harm until she is old enough to do so herself.”
This was thoroughly unnerving to Giles, who hadn’t thrown a punch in years. But he hadn’t bought a plane ticket and flown down to this hellishly sunny city just to go straight back with nothing to show for it, so he said coolly, “I can assure you that I am fully capable of protecting the Potential.”
“Good,” said Ms. Smythe. “We shall expect reports on her well-being.” Handing him a file folder, she added, “All the information you need—addresses, phone numbers—it’s in there. The keys to your home are in the pocket of the Potential’s baby stroller.”
“Thank you,” said Giles, who wasn’t at all looking forward to living in Los Angeles. It seemed like some deeply tragic parody of an American sitcom—single father living alone in the big city, except the father wasn’t a father and the baby was one in a long line of possible preternaturally strong vampire killers. He took the folder from Ms. Smythe. Then, stepping neatly around her, he looked down into the stroller.
The Potential, the little girl he was now tasked with guarding until adulthood, was wearing a pink-and-blue striped onesie and bundled in one of the standard Council baby blankets. She was wearing a small hat and little mittens, one of which seemed to be missing, and she was fast asleep.
“What’s her name?” Giles inquired softly.
“That’s hardly relevant, is it?” Ms. Smythe sounded a bit exasperated. “Right now, your responsibility is to bring the Potential to your new apartment and make sure that the proper magical wards are placed to keep her safe.”
“But—”
“As I’ve said, all the information you need is in the folder,” said Ms. Smythe shortly. “Kindly do not dawdle, Mr. Giles.”
Giles pressed his lips together, taking the stroller and carefully wheeling it out of the café. He didn’t look back at Ms. Smythe; he hoped that he wouldn’t have to see her again.
About five feet from Giles’s car, there was a slight dip in the sidewalk, which jostled the stroller ever so slightly. This woke the Potential, who took one look at Giles and immediately started to cry.
Ah, yes, Giles thought. This is exactly what a headache feels like. Wheeling the stroller over to his car, he deposited the file folder in the front seat and carefully lifted the Potential out of the stroller. She cried harder.
“Shh,” said Giles awkwardly, trying to bounce the Potential a bit. “There now. We’re off to a new apartment.” Opening the other car door, he placed the sobbing Potential in the baby seat, thought for a moment, then found the file folder again, flipping through it. “Buffy Summers?” he repeated. “Good lord, do all Americans name their children like this?”
The Potential wailed.
Giles hesitated, then took her back out of the car seat. “Well,” he said, holding the Potential—Buffy—so that she was facing him. “Buffy Summers. I-I expect we’ll have to get used to each other, or this will be a very difficult arrangement for both of us, all right?”
Buffy spit up on his jacket.
Giles had had experience with much more toxic and potentially fatal substances (coming into contact with many different kinds of demons did happen to also mean coming into contact with many different kinds of bloods, fluids, and secretions), but no one—child or otherwise—had ever spit up on his good tweed jacket. Thoroughly upset, Giles was tempted to buckle Buffy back up into her car seat and just drive home without any other clumsy attempts at comfort; it was clear he wasn’t suited for this, anyway, and Watchers weren’t supposed to be comforting—
Then Giles looked down at Buffy. She had very wide, teary grey eyes, and looked just about as distressed as he felt. That wasn’t a Council-approved baby hat, Giles realized, and the outfit she was wearing most definitely wasn’t picked for her by the Council. It seemed very likely that Buffy’s mother had given her to the Council fairly recently—perhaps even today.
“Oh,” said Giles softly. For the first time, he felt a strange twist of sympathy and sadness. Most parents gave up their children willingly after some sort of traumatic incident or attack, and he did remember hearing that his Potential’s mother had nearly been attacked by a particularly clever vampire. But what struck him most about the situation was that Buffy knew none of this. All that she knew—all that she could know—was that she’d woken up without her mother there. “There now,” he said softly, and this time he genuinely did want to comfort her. “It’s all right.”
Buffy sniffled, still looking somewhat distressed.
Carefully, Giles removed his handkerchief from his front pocket, dabbing gently at Buffy’s face. “You’re tired, aren’t you?” he inquired gently. “I woke you up. I’m sorry about that.” Strangely, he felt that Buffy was on some sense aware of the change in his voice, because she seemed to be calming down. “Let’s get you to the apartment,” he said, placing her carefully in the baby seat and strapping her in. “You can rest there, and I,” he shrugged off his jacket, folding it carefully before placing it in the front seat, “will perhaps wash my jacket.”
In the baby seat, Buffy rubbed her cheek with her fist and looked at him with a forlorn expression. Giles shut her car door, packed up the stroller, and got into the car himself, making sure that the radio was at a low volume before flipping it on. He turned it to a station with classical music, looking back at Buffy. “How’s that?” he inquired.
Buffy whimpered.
“No?” Completely by accident, Giles changed the radio station to a peppy American pop station. “Oh, good lord,” he muttered, and was about to change it again when he saw that Buffy looked—not quite happy, but at least a bit calmer. “Right,” he said, dryly amused. “Well, you’re very clearly an American.”
Buffy made a sleepy hmm noise and rested her cheek against the side of the baby seat.
Giles hesitated, thinking, then rummaged in the satchel that he’d tucked under the front seat, finding the small, raggedy baby blanket that Buffy’s mother had given to the Council for her to keep. He had been instructed to keep the blanket only for when Buffy had been a quiet, well-behaved baby, but—Buffy was too small to really understand that, and he was beginning to realize how many parts of this arrangement were thoroughly unfair to her.
“Here,” he murmured, turning into the backseat and holding the blanket out to Buffy. She snatched it from him immediately, holding it very tightly and looking at him with bright, wide eyes. “Let’s go to the apartment, shall we?”
The “apartment” actually turned out to be a rather nice two-bedroom house. Giles supposed that this spoke to the fact that many of the Council members had old money. There was a rather nice living room, a sunny, well-lit kitchen, a study, and then two bedrooms upstairs. Giles’s room was quite lovely—olive green wallpaper, a comfortable bed, an easy chair by the window—and seeing it made him feel a bit better about the whole situation. He could imagine living here.
Buffy’s room was sparsely decorated, with only a small crib and a set of drawers. The walls were painted an unpleasant off-white that made the room feel clinical and lifeless.
“Absolutely not,” said Giles flatly, Buffy in his arms, and walked them both back to his bedroom.
Buffy, now well rested and significantly more cheerful, tried to grab his glasses. Something about that made Giles feel very happy—he didn’t like the thought of her being a miserable, afraid child in this house, though that seemed to be what the Council was encouraging. Gently, he removed her tiny hand from his face, placing her down in the middle of the bed.
“Stay here,” he said, and then began the arduous task of moving the crib from Buffy’s bedroom to his.
How on earth single parents managed to do things like this, Giles could not and would never understand. Not to mention that it was very clear that the Council had arranged the furniture in his room in such a way that it would be incredibly difficult to find space for a crib there, but Giles refused to be discouraged. With Buffy half-watching, half-staring-with-interest-at-the-ceiling, Giles managed to remove the easy chair from his bedroom, shove it into Buffy’s room, and place the crib by the window where the chair had been. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed.
Buffy rolled over and into his side, looking curiously up at him.
“You’re right,” said Giles blearily, “it is quite a nice ceiling,” and fell asleep.
The nap only ended up lasting five minutes, because Buffy attempted to take off his glasses again, which woke Giles up. He did feel a bit better, though; awake enough to pick up Buffy and place her in the crib with her baby blanket. She began to chew on one of the edges.
Giles went back into the awful white room (eventually it would be Buffy’s room, he decided, as soon as it had a better coat of paint) and opened the drawers, looking through the baby clothing. They were all very plain, monochromatic items, lots of small white socks and beige onesies and a set of gray pajamas he supposed Buffy could wear to bed that night. None of the colors seemed to suit a baby who liked pop music and had a bright pink blanket dotted with rainbow hearts.
“I shall have to go shopping,” Giles said to himself, and shut the drawer he was looking through. This room really was incredibly off-putting.
Re-entering his room, he found Buffy lying on her back and looking significantly less interested in the ceiling. He lifted her up and out of the crib, walking her back downstairs so that they could get a better look at the rest of the house. There was a cheap, barely-functional high chair in the kitchen, and no baby food in the refrigerator—honestly, the Council’s inability to understand the needs of a growing child was becoming clearer by the second.
The study was full of the boxes that Giles had sent for from England. He could work on unpacking tomorrow; it seemed as though today would be spent writing up a shopping list for Buffy, whose tiny hand was now tightly curled around a fistful of his shirt. When Giles looked down at her, Buffy held up her baby blanket, all but shoving it in his face.
“You like pink, I’d wager,” Giles quipped.
Buffy looked at him with the quiet solemnity that Giles had only ever seen on very small children, then draped the blanket over his head.
Giles looked over the file folder that night, Buffy now clad in the awful gray Council pajamas and asleep in her crib. A few papers on job options, a few maps of his neighborhood, an emergency phone list, and a neatly printed information sheet regarding Buffy. Buffy Anne Summers, it read, aged five months, unlikely Slayer status.
Unlikely Slayer status.
Something in Giles twisted very hard at that. This wasn’t any kind of great responsibility; this was a lost-cause Watcher raising a lost-cause Potential just because the Council didn’t have anywhere else to put them both. He’d given up his life in England for this, all to take care of a girl who might never get called in the first place. A girl who could have lived with her mother for longer than just a few months, if not for the Council’s foolish determination to keep tabs on every single possible Slayer in the world.
He placed the information sheet down and left the bedroom, angry and hurt and tired and sad all in one. He’d thought that there was some reason that justified his new status as Buffy’s caregiver, but it was abundantly clear what the Council thought of both of them.
Downstairs, the phone rang. Giles ran a hand through his hair, then went to answer it.
“Mr. Giles.” Travers sounded more bored than anything. “I’m calling to make sure that you have arrived safely in Los Angeles. Is the Potential with you?”
Giles was starting to like the word Potential less and less. It felt like more of a trap than a word. How many girls were stolen away from their families, raised for a calling that might never even be theirs in the first place? It might have been one thing if he’d been greeted with a girl old enough to talk and laugh and tell him what she thought of the whole affair, but Buffy was never even given a choice about her life being turned upside down. Buffy was too young to even understand that her life had been turned upside down.
“Mr. Giles?”
“Yes,” said Giles heavily. “The Potential is with me.”
“Excellent,” said Travers somewhat indifferently. “I am assuming you have read the documentation we provided you with?”
“I have.” Giles didn’t trust himself to say anything more than that.
“Then you will understand why we will not be requiring monthly reports,” Travers informed him. “A Potential who is less likely to be Called is of less relevance to the Council at this juncture, though that may change as time goes on. You shall send us a written summary of the Potential’s development each year.”
“I understand.” The jumble of emotions had settled down to a less specific “awful.”
“Thank you. Good day.” There was a click, and then the dial tone sounded.
Giles hung up the phone and sat down on the couch. It stung, to be cast aside, but more than that—the child upstairs, entrusted to his care simply because she wasn’t of relevance to the Council and he wasn’t of any use to anyone. What sort of a caretaker could he be to her if the Council thought so little of him?
For the first time in a very long while, Giles felt acutely aware of the absences in his life. It had been a long time since he’d felt himself a part of something, and even his involvement with the Council couldn’t erase the fact that there was no one who could tell him that he was suited for this position.
No one but himself, really.
Well. There was one more person in his life now, and—and Giles wanted to do right by her. Sod the Council and their archaic concepts of what made a child worthy. He was given a job to do, and he would do it, but he would do it his way.
Giles pulled himself up off the couch, climbed the stairs, and entered his bedroom, studying the small girl in the crib. “Unlikely Slayer status,” he said softly, and brushed a gentle hand across the top of Buffy’s head. “Well, then, I suppose it doesn’t matter whether I raise you according to Council standards, does it?”
#fic#giles raises baby buffy au#buffy and giles#rupert giles#buffy summers#that's right!! it's a multi chapter fic#in a series#why do i start these things lmao
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What makes a horror fire danger day?
Updated January 24, 2019 12:16:27 External Link:Fire seasons in Australia are getting longer and more intense Textbook fire conditions are forecast over the next few days as hot northerly winds bear down on south-eastern Australia and a cold front creeps across from the west. The danger has been rated as extreme today for the Mount Lofty Ranges and Lower South East of South Australia, with the worst of the threat expected to move into Victoria's Mallee and Northern Country forecast areas on Friday.
Photo: Black Saturday forced the creation of a "code red" or "catastrophic" fire danger rating. Very high to severe fire danger has been forecast for Tasmania as the front moves through. The state is already battling several major bushfires and a total fire ban is in effect for the entire state until Monday. There is a classic set-up that signals disastrous fire danger in Australia, so when this pattern develops it's important to sit up and pay attention. Fire needs a spark, and then drought, high temperatures, low humidity, heavy fuel loads and the lie of the land all play their part. Black Saturday is a textbook example but it is not alone the same pattern unfolded on Ash Wednesday and again just a few weeks ago. What makes some days disastrous?
Photo: Fire is a part of life in Australia, but some conditions can signal catastrophic danger. (ABC Weather: Kate Doyle) "Our worst fire days, no matter where you are, is when you've got hot, dry winds blowing off the centre of the continent," said Dr Mika Peace, a research meteorologist and fire expert at the Bureau of Meteorology (BOM). "So what you're looking for is a really windy air mass which is going to blow the air from the centre of the continent towards the population bases." Adding a feature like a trough or front that changes the wind direction increases the danger. The most devastating fires in Australia's history Black Saturday (2009), Ash Wednesday (1983) and Black Friday (1939) occurred in hauntingly similar conditions.
Photo: These are the conditions that have led to the worst fires in Australian history including Black Saturday. (ABC Weather: Kate Doyle) "For south-eastern Australia, we're really looking at frontal systems where you've got a really strong high pressure system and approaching front," Dr Peace said. Before the front comes through, strong winds bring hot, dry air from the north, but after the front the winds come from the south-west. "What happens is you've got an ignition point and the fire will burn from north to south in the northerly winds. "Whatever distance the fire has burned from north to south, when the wind change comes through, that becomes your new fire line and it opens up the whole of the eastern flank of the fire. "So you get really rapid fire spread out to the east."
Photo: When northerly winds are replaced by a cold front bringing strong south-westerlies, anyone on the eastern side of the fire is in danger. (ABC Weather: Kate Doyle) It was this rapid change to the east that burned through towns like Marysville on Black Saturday, the Pinery (2015) and Wangary (2005) fires in South Australia, and was involved with a near miss for Victorian fire crews early this month. This week's wind change is not expected to be as strong as the one on Black Saturday, but the potential for danger remains. Then there are firestorms Dr Peace said the other dangerous factor was the instability of the air mass. "An unstable atmosphere can lead to really deep plume development," she said. A deep mixing atmosphere means you get an energetic fire plume and can lead to pyrocumulonimbus developing that's when the fire develops its own thunderstorm. "Fire-generated thunderstorms or pyrocumulonimbus can ignite new fires downwind through lightning strikes," Dr Peace said.
Photo: Pyrocumulonimbus storm clouds form over intense fires aided by an unstable atmosphere. (ABC Weather: Kate Doyle) "You also get really gusty, turbulent winds which, if they blow down over the actual active fire front, can completely change the direction and the speed of fire spread on the surface. "This has a really big impact for any ground crews or anyone who's near the fire front because you get these really rapid changes in direction." An unstable atmosphere can also increase spot fires, when burning vegetation is lifted up and carried through the air to start more fires downwind. On Black Saturday, spot fires were recorded 35 kilometres ahead of the inferno. Eucalypts make Australia the most dangerous place in the world for spot fires; the trees have a high oil content so the vegetation can stay alight longer as it travels through the air. So the key message is fires can spread rapidly waiting until you see smoke before deciding if you should leave is not good enough. You will not always get an official warning. Countdown to disaster Claire Yeo, the BOM forecaster embedded with the Victorian state control centre in the lead up to Black Saturday, said officials knew conditions were going to be bad that day. "When you hear that anecdotal evidence coming from old-time land managers, making comparisons to Ash Wednesday, you stand up and listen," she said. "Particularly when you start to see a pattern like what we were seeing for Black Saturday, which was the classic set-up: hot north-to-north-west winds and late wind change." The difference was that it was looking worse. External Link:Prepare. Act. Survive. NSW RFS: How fire proof is your plan? In 2009, parts of Victoria were coming off the lowest 12-year rainfall deciles on record. It was also a record hot week, with temperatures around 45 degrees for three days straight. There was a drought leading into Ash Wednesday, but not that bad. Ms Yeo said she could see as early as the preceding Monday that Saturday was going to be horrific. "Every single day leading up to Black Saturday I was able to say the same thing: the models are doing the same thing, it's still painting this dire picture." She said when the figures were put into the forest and grassland fire danger indices (which incorporate information on fuel load, temperature, relative humidity and wind), the result was off the scale. Black Saturday triggered the creation of a new category of fire danger: "code red" or "catastrophic". How do you communicate that much risk?
Photo: These are the conditions that have led to some of the worst fires in south-west WA. (ABC Weather: Kate Doyle) "Even though I could see that it was going to be a disastrous day, particularly as there was already fire in the landscape, I didn't comprehend that you could possibly have that many people perish," Ms Yeo said. She gave briefings to the fire chiefs and then premier John Brumby to explain the threat and how confident BOM was in the forecast. They in turn held media conferences to warn the public, which were uncommon at the time. "I had to sort of come to terms with it, that many people could die even though I felt the warnings were well and truly out there. "I went through the whole feelings of: 'Didn't I say enough? Was my communication not effective enough?' "But over time, and after a bit of counselling and reflecting on what I had done leading up to those days, I thought I couldn't have expressed how bad it was going to be any more than what I did, which was talking about the absolute extreme. "It's just that as humans, sometimes we find it hard to come to terms, to fit a warning with what the actual reality is."
Photo: These are the conditions that led to catastrophic fires in Queensland in December. (ABC Weather: Kate Doyle) 'You know that people are dying' Alen Slijepcevic, now deputy chief officer with the Country Fire Authority, was working in the emergency coordination centre as Black Saturday unfolded. "I had never experienced anything like it before and I'm hoping I'll never experience it again ... but I have my doubts," he said. Mr Slijepcevic said he first thought of the day as something out of the ordinary when he received the forecast and discussed it with Ms Yeo. "Claire was the first forecaster that gave us the glimpse. She said, 'I have never seen this before. It will be really, really nasty'."
Photo: When a catastrophic fire takes hold, little can be done to fight it. (ABC Weather: Kate Doyle) Nasty it was. "On that day the wind change was incredibly strong. For the whole day we had a strong north-westerly blowing the fires into the south-east." They knew the change was coming and that the conditions would be bad, but that wasn't enough to stop the disaster from unfolding. "It was very stressful," Mr Slijepcevic recalled. "We had parts of the information but not the full picture; you know that something bad is happening, you don't know how bad, but you know that people are dying in their houses and burning in their cars. "We had lots of issues with the communications. We did not have good systems for the communities." Some fires are unfightable and it's getting worse
Photo: As the landscape becomes fire-prone, the risk to communities increases. (ABC Weather: Kate Doyle) Mr Slijepcevic said crews had been reasonably successful on Black Saturday in attacking some fires and putting them out, but once the flames were in the forest and took hold they were impossible to extinguish, even with aircraft. "I think people need to understand that there are limits to what fire services or land management agencies can do in those circumstances." The maximum intensity of a fire that aircraft can extinguish is 6,000 kilowatts, Mr Slijepcevic said. On Black Saturday he said the intensity reached 150,000 kilowatts. "[Using aircraft] is a complete waste of time at that phase of the operation." He said bushfires had become a social problem as much as a physical problem. "We know that with climate change and more people moving into flammable landscapes, we are creating more risk. "People will have to accept and learn to live with fires because that will be our norm into the future. People will have to be better prepared." Topics:weather,bushfire,fires,emergency-incidents,emergency-planning,disasters-and-accidents,human-interest,adelaide-5000,melbourne-3000,hobart-7000,sydney-2000,brisbane-4000,darwin-0800,perth-6000 First posted January 24, 2019 07:00:55 http://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-01-24/what-makes-a-horror-fire-danger-day/10685918
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‘Still Out Here, In the Field’: The Value of Primary Research
In this post, I’m discussing what I’ve been doing over the Easter break, making more observational comics and drawing people on a regular basis.
In the last workshop, Out Here, In the Field, I was introduced to the idea of observational comics: non-linear graphic narratives documenting our surroundings. As a technique and method of observational drawing, I found it really interesting and inspiring - it made observational drawing exciting, through a loose method of illustrating and an aloof, fragmented approach to narrative. As a response, I created an experimental single-panel comic titled Plugged In, which made me want to continue the process over the Easter break.
Over the next two weeks, I kept a sketchbook and Sharpie pen with me wherever I went, ready to draw at a moment’s notice. I learnt the importance and appeal of drawing from life, walked around my local village, took plenty of photos and sketched passers by, producing several experimental observational comics in the process.
Through these independent developments, I wanted to begin drawing daily and make these experimental comics on a regular basis. Here, I’m going to reflect on a few of these pieces, exploring why I made them and what I learnt from each one. A good way to begin discussing these comics would be to establish the points I raised in my previous review of the workshop, where I listed a few things I’d like to try with the comics:
Create full-blown comics with many panels and prose
Experiment with panel-less comics and writing
Add a single colour to the black and white palette
Create comics without any prose
I wanted to really experiment with this process, to push the ideas of the workshop as far as I could into abstraction in order to fully explore that loose approach to creating comics and drawing as a whole. My first development, Way Out, shows my initial reluctance to do this, and differ from my established style, simply adding another panel to the composition. With later examples, I would become more experimental, adding colour and floating illustrations, but here I’m evidencing a clear restraint. Whilst the aesthetic is rather similar to Plugged In, it’s the idea behind the comic that is becoming more experimental. Whereas my initial response had a related piece of writing accompanying the illustration, this prose has no direct link to any of the images - it was taken from an over-heard conversation in Lakeside, to be exact.
It’s this development that best explores the idea of the audience’s need for closure, evidencing the Gestalt theory nicely. This was something that I briefly mentioned in the previous post, but it didn’t really apply for Plugged In. With this comic, however, it certainly does. There’s an irresistible urge for our minds to connect unconnected pieces together, in order for us to make sense of the world. Human perception is based off the sum of it’s parts, and in order to survive we need closure.  When an audience member attempts to read a comic like this, they will instantly assume each of the parts goes together to complete a whole, and tell a story of some kind. Such is the nature of comics, right? That’s what readers assume, but it isn’t relevant in a non-sequential comic such as this one. When I was creating the piece, I was simply trying to draw things around me, which at the time was a water bottle, and a road sign in a car park. There is no real meaning behind the comic, but when we apply the principles of Gestalt theory, we can see why I received an audience’s puzzled reaction like this one:
For this example, we’re only really talking about the proximity and similarity concepts of Gestalt psychology. As the panels and text are placed together on the page, our eye perceives them as a group. This is an immediate reaction to any subject - we see them as related. The panels are all drawn in the same black and white monochrome aesthetic, so they must be connected. These ideas would apply in a standard linear comic - but this isn’t one. The answer to my commenters question would be that there isn’t a meaning to the arrangement of these images and text. It’s not a narrative-based comic - it’s just an arrangement of sketches and interesting lines of dialogue on a page. As these elements are arranged together, and with a similar visual style, however, it’s hard-wired in our minds to attempt to “read” the piece, and try to make sense of it. When the reader actively starts to create connections that weren’t originally there, it’s the brain’s need for closure taking control, resulting in puzzled faces.
What interests me about this, though, is where does the line stop? What constitutes as a comic, and not just a handful or drawings on a page? It seems like drawing panels around these illustrations results in audiences expecting a continuous, linear story. What happens, though, if I don’t use any panels, or use them sparingly?
This line of enquiry led me to create my second comic, Drawing People is Weird.
This time, I’m completely diverting from the traditional comic structure and pushing the boundaries of observational comics as a medium. As there’s only one panelled illustration in the entire piece, there’s an uncomfortable flow to the comic. Both an experiment in composition and fragmented storytelling, each element (illustrations or the text) do not make sense when viewed in isolation. When these parts are viewed as a whole, however, the piece takes on an entirely different meaning - one which breaks the fourth wall and discusses the making process itself. Although the visual style still remains the bold, cartoonist fine liner aesthetic, there’s a cryptic and fragmented approach to narrative inspired by the works of aloof and experimental comic artist Aidan Koch. Her works use unorthodox, spacey compositions and minimalist pencil illustrations to explore characters talking to each other, or as works of abstract visual poetry. She’s an artist that I listed under my influences, as I find her incredibly original and poetic approach to sequential art very exciting and challenging to normal comic conventions. As an advocate of comics, I’m a huge supporter of experimental artists who push the medium in exciting new directions, and which are works of artistic expression such as these.
The Blonde Woman. (2012). Aidan Koch.
My comic is working on Kaitlyn McCafferty’s ideas of non-sequitur transitions, but in an even more loose and experimental approach. There’s no panels to the other illustrations, leaving the viewer to read the image as they want to. There is no immediate relation to these drawings - they were created during different times of the day.
Also, this comic represents the first time I’ve actually actively went out and sketched people, on my own devices. I’ve done this before, but only when asked to, and even then, it wasn’t something that I even remotely enjoyed. However, where I once found it to be intimidating, I now found it to be rather relaxing and interesting. Whilst initially it was a bit weird and stalker-ish, I soon overcame this worry and just started drawing passers by. For this exercise, I was sitting on a bench by the beach, and dozens of people walked past, but I was able to remain relatively unnoticed for the entire time. I filled up a few pages in my sketchbook, and it’s something that I actually quite enjoyed doing. My next move will be to go to a more popular area, like a cafe or library, and draw people there.
Inspired by the early observational comics by local artist Sam Elston, I decided to begin adding a flat grey tone to my work, giving each one an effective sense of the mundane, but also of a visual relation. There’s a nice unity which is created by simply adding an extra colour, which works well in this example.
This same sense of visual relation, of pieces retaining to a whole can be seen in a later comic Rain, which was drawn with the same fine liner aesthetic and flat grey overtone, giving the comic a dreary, grim feeling - the same feeling you get on a rainy day. This, more structured approach to observational comics was met with a warmer reception than Drawing People, with audiences liking the comic and a graphic designer even commenting on the post that my work was “nice”. As a standalone piece, I think it works well, communicating my desired ‘grey’ feeling in a confident, hand-drawn aesthetic.
I began my enquiry into colour with these two comics, Silence in the Library and Colour Schemes. Whilst these are experimental in their use of an actual colour in comparison to a grey tone, I feel like these lack the confident, refined quality that my other examples possess.
With Silence, I think it’s the widely inconsistent panels, the wobbly lifework and my obvious inability to draw a chair that results in an underwhelming, amateurish piece. I intended to use loose panel boarders, but I think instead of taking the rule and bending it to produce an exciting outcome, I’ve simply broken it.
Colour Schemes was my attempt at a full-coloured observational comic. Despite the panels being slightly less wobbly than Silence, and the composition being an abstract letter, there’s a sense of uselessness to the comic which wasn’t what I wanted to communicate at all. My idea was to show readers how just much red furniture there is in my lounge, but the comic ended up being a boring, visually unexciting arrangement of poorly-drawn furniture. The colour-coordinated prose just looks cheap and tacky, and the block colour makes the comic look like it was created in MS Paint, a crude illustration software.
However, I was able to take a few lessons away from these comics, that would inform my next developments. If I’m going to draw panels, I need to make sure they look like actual comic panels and not warped boxes and to work in a monochromatic colour palette. That’s not to say I can’t add colour, but to stick with a singular colour in addition to black and white. I feel like this results in the most interesting and exciting outcomes, and a sense of visual relation which gives the work a refined, considered quality, hinting at a narrative which perhaps isn’t really there.
My final observational comic that I want to discuss, is in my opinion, the most successful. Whilst there isn’t any dialogue or prose, By The Beach represents what I’ve been able to learn through this exercise, and is a visually appealing comic too.
Here, I’m embracing the bold, powerful line quality of the Sharpie pen through obvious mark making and panel boarders. My idea was to create a comic discussing the quiet and peaceful atmosphere of the beach, adopting that discussed monochromatic colour palette with a dull sand-like yellow. Instantly, audiences know where they are, and the quick, expressive marks show a clear influence of Elston’s comics. The comic has a confident aesthetic, with purposeful line work and considered composition. There’s no real narrative to the work - it hints at a potentially lonely character sat on a bench, and a quiet day down at the beach - but that’s all it does: hints. I think that is what a successful observational comic should do.
The contents of these comics are going to be related as I’m drawing various subjects in the same location, but they shouldn’t tell a coherent story. Likewise, they shouldn’t be entirely unrelated subjects because the comic is observing my surroundings - and based off that premise alone, should create at least some type of logical relation between the panels, just in terms of location. The narrative is almost non-existent , the seagull isn’t in a panel, working as a floating illustration - evidencing an unorthodox and experimental approach to comics as a medium.
These observational comics were a way to visually document our surroundings, collect primary research and practice observational drawing in a fresh and exciting way. This was largely in response to the work of Japanese artist Kathsukia Hokusai, who could be considered an early comic book artist. I’ve been able to discuss Gesalt theory in more depth, through an audience member’s response to my comics and overcome my reluctance to draw people walking by.
Hokusai Manga. (1760-1849). Katsushika Hokusai.
However, this hasn’t been the only way I’ve recorded primary research over this Easter break. Fellow student Jack and I went up to London to visit the Isle of Dogs exhibition, and filmed our experience there. We were able to capture lots of footage of people around the exhibit, and I was able to capture film of people just walking around the city. I am planning on compiling this primary footage into a reel for myself to use as ideas for character design. This is something I’ve already begun to use, with the example of Evan, a character created after watching some initial footage.
Over these two weeks, and having read many books discussing the issue, I’ve realised the value of drawing from life in our creative endeavours. Responding to artists we like is fun, but at some point we can stagnate and simply begin to regurgitate the work of others, even unknowingly. Going out and drawing people in my local area, taking an extensive amount of photos through a cardboard viewfinder and making these weird observational comics has taught me the appeal of primary research, and how it’s essential for a successful, distinctive self-led project.
Primary research allows artists to produce work that is personal to them, speaking to their own experiences and thoughts - and I found it quite artistically refreshing after looking at so many other artists in a previous post on this blog. Although I do not have a final concept for a project just yet, it will be based off this idea of drawing from life - whether that’s in the form of character design or narrative construction.
The brief, Under the Influence, is based on us responding to work and artists we find exciting and influential, and using our own primary research as a basis to do this. Local artist Sam Elston’s work in observational comics has been very influential to my independent developments, and as a technique, I will be continuing to create these non-linear graphic narratives throughout my project as a creative way to gather primary research.
Moving forward, I plan to continue making comics and drawing people on a regular basis in my sketchbook, continuously developing my skills in observational drawing. The sketches and photographs I’ve made will be used as reference for character design, once I decide on a project concept. Something that I’ve discussed with another student is how I could develop these comics into the realm of animation. An idea raised was chattering text, and I want to experiment with a chattering ‘motion comic’ created digitally. My next task, though, is to complete my springboard presentation.
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Complete springboard and recorded presentation
Explore the idea of a ‘motion’ observational comic, with chattering artwork and text
Keep referring back to these photos and primary research for character design ideas and potential narratives
References
Grey Day. (2018). Sam Elston.
The Blonde Woman. (2012). Aidan Koch.
Hokusai Manga. (1760-1849). Katsushika Hokusai.
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