figure drawing and ice cream

Figure drawing, and awful pictures of my work. We were supposed to draw the model like the bowling pin: broken down into volumes, starting with 2D shapes and transforming into 3D shapes. At least, I think that's what we were supposed to be doing. We did about 10-15 poses, and these were the more successful ones. The closeup on the bottom was a result of a horribly proportioned drawing and my need for a better clarity of the volumes by shading.

And I found Pratt's Ben and Jerry's freezer. Not a bad Friday, overall.

Subway Abstractions

Paraline drawings of... basic shapes. I really hope this was what was assigned. At least most of these were developed in the subway. Pen and colored pencil.

additive color, second attempt.

Folded paper, in diffused light, on my bed. I don't like the top left corner, I don't feel there's enough of a warm-cool/value difference for the bedpost. But I love the wall color. RGB/additive color, with caran d'ache. On textured paper, charcoal paper. Also, a picture of what I was looking at.

Best looked at without glasses, from far away, or with squinting. I don't entirely understand why anyone would want to make a piece of art that you can't see unless you're far away, but whatever.

A model and a bead-snake

I made a half-scale model of my children's chair design, out of illustration board and hot glue.
It is one of the most solid things I've made, ever.

I also got a pack of beads, and took all the small ones and made a snake. They don't look like the small ones, because they are in the same proportion as pony beads, but they are. Penny for size reference.

Also a few dots of you-need-to-clean-your-scanner.

RGB, and a paper bag in the light

This was today's LCD exercise. We're starting to learn additive color, based off RGB 'primaries', rather than RYB primaries. This introduction into additive color is the beginning of computer-based design, because computer screens are RGB rather than RYB.

This is supposed to be a pointillist paper bag lit directly with incandescent light, and colored with (mostly) RGB dots. It's a little more evident in the smaller picture, but it makes more sense when you're standing about 20 ft away. The background was a little improvised, an attempt at having some other shape that would suggest a background, rather than a large flatness of light-reflecting table.

cleaning.

It is, certainly, a person leaning on a cane, rather twisted-ly. There is also a list of the seven sins (a design project), a list (of sorts) of shapes around her head, and a doodle of Ganes. I think I like her face the best.


I need some time to fully revamp this blog, because at this point, I don't expect anyone to read / look at it. I just like having an artistic journal. Yes. Revamped, cleaned.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Large-scale drawing at the Met museum for the first time, and it's totally different than a little sketchbook or moleskin. At 18 x 24, with a few pencils and a kneaded eraser, so many people stood over my shoulder and just watched as I drew. The first sculpture drawing took an hour. The second, 45 minutes; the third, half an hour. But even with all the strange people, there were a few that stood out:


The Do you mind if I take a few pictures?-Lady. She took pictures of me drawing from every angle. I don't know why. I feel like it could have been a Met-based photo project, or she was just a student, or a journalist. I didn't mind much. Actually, I was a little flattered.


Middle Aged White Tourist, Female. This type looked over my shoulder, smiled at me a little when I turned around, and maybe asked a question or so.


There was a guard who came over to me in the morning, when no one was really around, and asked me, "How long did it take to master the technique?" It caught me so off guard that all I could say was, "This is just my drawing" or some equal phrase.


Small children. Older children. They are patient and they watch with wonder and they don't ask questions. I don't mind children watching my drawing. I do mind the parents who say, while I'm in earshot, "Oh see that- she's drawing".


And, finally, the two types of people who were in the way:
The ones who actually stood in the way, who I didn't really mind that much.
And the ones who realized as they walked in front of me that they would obstruct me and quickly hurried away with a short, 'sorry'.

visiting stac.

Luke interviewed me about college, and I should have been better prepared. But everyone, any by 'everyone' I point a finger at my brother, laughed when I said keeping my room clean was important to me.


Your room is your home base. You sleep, work, eat, live in it. And living in a room with dirty dishes in the sink, crumbs on the floor, cockroaches under the bed, how does that affect your work? What does that say about your ethic, your process of working, your life?


I've started reading Vision in Motion. The school library's copy is from 1947. The book is about how the impacts of the industrial revolution have been intellectual, but people could not keep up emotionally with production and global thinking. the book dictates a new art curriculum that properly teaches emotional expression in a post-industrial revolution society.