I’ve had a graphics tablet for most of this semester. Until mid November I used it solely for editing photographs in Photoshop. Then came the third anniversary of a tragic, transformative event in my life and many others’, the suicide of my best friend, Katie Smith. Having been deeply affected by the Out of the Darkness walk I participated in two months before, I felt the need to contribute something to the other people still grieving the loss–and hopefully deal with my own grief through art. So I did first digital drawing, a very short comic:
I got frustrated with it at the end, hence the sub par last panel, but overall it was a good learning experience and did have a somewhat therapeutic effect. I got a bunch of “likes” on Facebook, but the only important response was that from KT’s mother, “This brought tears to my eyes, Liz. It’s wonderful!” That meant so much to me.
The next drawing a week later was less meaningful and more improvisational, haha. A self-portrait to tie into the photo series I was working on at the time:
feat. my snazzy new logo
Not bad, I think. A good practice.
A few weeks ago I learned about raster and vector graphics in photography class, which cleared up much of my confusion.
I’m somewhat obsessed with apocalyptic and dystopian landscapes right now. I was thinking of incorporating that into my next practice. :)
Guess who got the flu early this year!
That’s right, Liz did. At least I got it over with early (is that a Thing with the flu?). I slept a couple of days away, hence no post. But I did get things done in a few hours of consciousness and planned many more projects for the future!
First, the titular tulips (tee hee). I made forty or so tulips to put over Christmas lights, resulting in a variant of this lovely project. All I need is the lights. :D
I will upload my art and pictures from my trip as soon as I have the time. I will be leaving again in a couple days, this time to California.
But after my trip I am going to start anew. That way the project better encompass one school year and I can stop being hindered by my embarrassment. The cause of my uneasiness is hard to explain…
It’s like letting an email sit in your inbox for a week. After that responding will only draw attention to the fact that you ignored or forgot about the message and any excuses, fabricated or not, could be easily dismissed as merely a guise for your rudeness. So you just hope the indiscretion goes unnoticed, though attempts to start a new conversation weeks or months later may just remind your pen pal of the supposed snubbing.
“Gosh, hey, so, I know I took two months to respond but, uh, hi. I swear I didn’t ignore you out of malice. Eheh. Yeah.”
I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore. What I’m really trying to say here is that I want to be able to look back and think, “Golly, was I ever consistent!” instead of, “It certainty didn’t take long for me to start sucking.”
When you start mumbling obscenities to your unfinished origami turtle, it’s time to stop for the night. I tried several different things but the only thing that turned out well was this relatively easy nested rose. I was instructed by this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yeU8Sn44sSg. She has several well-done instruction videos and a great blog, you should check it out if you’re interested in learning origami!
This started out as just a regular ol’ skull but I got overexcited and turned it into something fandom related. If you don’t recognize the character, think of it what you will. Drawn in graphite and colored with colored pencil, background filled in with charcoal.
I used tracing paper to break down figures from magazines. This is one of many–tracing paper doesn’t photograph or scan particularly well.
I’ve been reading the Hitchhiker’s Guide series (currently on book three). I’ve worked on this off and on and it’s obviously still a WIP.
My first self portrait! Drawing my teeth proved nigh impossible so I improvised a closed lipped smile. Just something to work on, I suppose! Overall pretty satisfied with the result. :)
On Father’s Day my parents and I ate at a marvelous restaurant that uses organic, locally sourced, (etc. etc.) ingredients. My drink came in a strangely adorable tiki mug.
I went to the beach with a group of friends. I admit, I didn’t take many pictures– I was too busy enjoying myself (and definitely not getting a sun burn…).
I creeped on my best friend Michelle as she napped. ~15 minutes.
And that’s that! I’m still counting this as posting on Saturday even though it’s 4:30 AM. College kids can do that, right?
I took an unexpected hiatus. I worked consistently, cross my heart! I suddenly became tired of the internet and so avoided scanning and posting for a bit. I was rid of that strange affliction following a long weekend at the beach with my buds; in fact, I had a really inspiring conversation with my friend about goals and art and the future n’ stuff and so was PUMPED to get back into the swing of things…and then I got sick.
A pile of tissues and cough drop wrappers threatened to overcome my nightstand. Showering was an exhausting exercise. I accidentally spilled orange juice on my dog.
It was not a pretty sight.
But now I’m feeling much better! One giant post tomorrow and then it’s back to our regularly scheduled programming.
“In spite of everything, I shall rise again; I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, and I will go on with my drawing.” -Vincent Van Gogh
Here we go.
I’ve been in school for awhile, but I’m a “first year” art student–meaning I finally decided on a major after three years of deliberation.
I was never the “artistic kid.” You know the one. Took art class through middle and high school, made the best dioramas and posters, always had their projects displayed in the halls, created things that made you want to cry and/or choke them? Yeah. That guy. I was always so envious of them, but I never had a knack for art. Especially not drawing. Hoo boy. I could not draw my way out of a paper bag.
But then I took Photography 1 my senior year of high school. It wasn’t a defining moment of my life–From now on I will create ART–but those classes were definitely the highlight of my schedule. My photography teacher was impressed with my work, and even entered one of my photographs in a competition.
(I didn’t win.)
So photography became one of my main hobbies. I oft’ daydreamed of becoming a photographer for National Geographic or the like, but disregarded the notion as just that–a dream.
The two years following my graduation from high school were, to put it simply, Hell. I went through some heavy stuff, man. I dealt with some things. But no, really. Times were hard.
One of my stressors was deciding on a major. It felt like do or die. Decide now and decide well because these few years will dictate the rest of your liiiife. This is what teachers and counselors and colleges were telling me. I had to decide on my lifetime occupation when I was 17. I call bulls***, society. Why is this a race? I’ve got plenty of years ahead of me. I am in no hurry to get a 401K, health insurance, a house with a white picket fence, etc. etc.
So I took my damn time. I went through 7(ish) major changes including conservation biology, psychology, sustainability, gender studies, international politics…you get it. I was all over the map.
Through all the codswallop I was dealing with, I was still taking pictures. Sometimes it was the only thing that got me out of bed. It fed that nagging voice in the back of my head: “What if, what if…”
I knew it would take more than 4 years at a big state U to put me on the track to a fulfilling life, so I forced aside my fears of failure and poverty and followed the only dream I couldn’t let go of: photography.
So here I am. In three days I will be done with my “first semester” as an art student. It wasn’t easy. I never (successfully) drawn anything more complicated than the doodles on my math notes before January and I hadn’t taken a digital photography class for years. So I’m not 100% pleased with my work from this semester. I’m sure I won’t be for a long time, but that’s what will keep me going.
…except for during the (not entirely infrequent) moments of doubt.
It is then that I will force myself to remember the wise words of Mr. Van Gogh.
TL;DR: I need incentive. I need practice. I need growth. I don’t know if I can do this seven days a week–more than likely it’ll be four or five, but at the end of this I will have 365 somethings. A photo, a drawing, a painting, a mashed potato sculpture–I just need to create.