Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
I really haven't been in the mood to post much work. It's been a much more personal semester. But I would like to share some successful sketchbook and media combination experiments- in hopes that you might get some ideas for your own work or fun experiments! I want to be a more helpful person, so I am going to be writing more tips and techniques on this blog when I can.
(gesso, acrylic, and embroidery flos)
Yes, you can in fact take a needle and thread and stitch right through a sketchbook page!
(graphite, gesso, acrylic, goldleaf)
If you put a thin layer of white gesso over some rich acrylic washes and shapes, the color will show through and add a cool atmospheric texture.
Also, try spraying that awesome graphite drawing with workable fixative or matte fixative spray (outside) and then working over it with acrylic washes or whatever you wish!
(Oil rub/ oil paint, colored pencil, gesso)
If you smear a thin amount of oil paint on top of a spray fixed graphite drawing, you can get some good results working with gesso, acrylic and especially colored pencil on top of that when it dries. (That thin oil layer if referred to as an "Oil Rub.")
A November Garden
(Acrylic and micron)
Instead of drawing from pictures of plants on the internet, go out into nature and make some real life plant friends! Nature will forever be a better designer than you, so you might as well learn from the best.
Friday, November 1, 2013
This year I took the time to design a halloween greeting card! Bats are best.
I hope everyone had a marvelous Halloween! To wrap up the season, here are Boogie's boys, Lock, shock, and Barrel doing a jig. (Characters belong to Tim Burton of course)
Monday, September 23, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
These are some fashion designs I recently created, inspired by the dresses of Queen Elizabeth I of England ( one of my personal heroines.) I wanted to play with the concept of being a contemporary queen defined more strongly by your ideals than your sexuality, while still feeling attractive.
P is for pen drawings of prestigious psychologists: Piaget and Pavlov... also I Puked this morning.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
This is my first illustration for the fall semester of school, and I am pleased with how it turned out. It's based on a poem by Carol Ann Duffy called "Little Red Cap." I am starting to see my voice in my work, and that is so motivating.
I've been finding that I get stronger results with my work when I take the time to problem solve and figure out everything in graphite initially. Planning in a "traditional photoshop" sort of way, (with paper/tracing paper layers) helped me achieve the best placing of composition elements and details before working digitally.
At childhood's end, the houses petered out
into playing fields, the factory, allotments
kept, like mistresses, by kneeling married men,
the silent railway line, the hermit's caravan,
till you came at last to the edge of the woods.
It was there that I first clapped eyes on the wolf.
He stood in a clearing, reading his verse out loud
in his wolfy drawl, a paperback in his paw,
red wine staining his bearded jaw. What bug ears
he had! What big eyes he had! What teeth!
In the interval, I made quite sure he spotted me,
sweet sixteen, never been, babe, waif, and bought me a drink,
my first. You might ask why. Here's why. Poetry.
The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods,
away from home, to a dark tangled thorny place
lit by the eyes of owls. I crawled in his wake,
my stockings ripped to shreds, scraps of red from my blazer
snagged on twig and branch, murder clues. I lost both shoes
but got there, wolf's lair, better beware. Lesson one that night,
breath of the wolf in my ear, was the love poe.
I clung till dawn to his thrashing fur, for
what little girl doesn't dearly love a wolf ?
Then I slid from between his heavy matted paws
and went in search of a living bird-white dove-
which flew, straight, from my hands to his hope mouth.
One bite, dead. How nice, breakfast in bed, he said,
licking his chops. As soon as he slept, I crept to the back
of the lair, where a whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books.
Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head,
warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.
But then I was young- and it took ten years
in the woods to tell that a mushroom
stoppers the mouth of a buried corpse, that birds
are the uttered thought of trees, that a greying wolf
howls the same old song at the moon, year in, year out,
season after season, same rhyme, same reason. I took an axe
to a willow to see how it wept. I took an axe to a salmon
to see how it leapt. I took an axe to the wolf
as he slept, one chop, scrotum to throat, and saw
the glistening, virgin white of my grandmother's bones.
I filled his old belly with stones. I stitched him up.
Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone.
Carol Ann Duffy 1999
Saturday, August 31, 2013
I am proud to say that this year. my Illest of Ill poster design got selected and is going to print! Illest of Ill is an annual themed show at my school, and this year the theme is "Twisted Fairytales," hence Sleeping Beauty. You can check out the official blog for the event here. I am pleased with how this turned out in the short amount of time I did it in!
figure studies from the end of the summer