This semester I am in the last drawing course offered at TCC. My assignment is to basically create a cohesive body of work in a drawing medium by the end of the semester.
Drawing is definitely not one of my favorite things to do. I like to sketch and doodle, but otherwise when I draw it is drawing to paint. I’m not sure if that makes sense. I know how to, but I don’t have a delicate touch and don’t believe I ever will. Which is exactly why I love to paint with oils.
So, because of how shaky my hands can be, I had to come up with a different method. I had enjoyed ink wash before, but wanted to add more to it so I taped off a section, gessoed it(was pissed to see that the waterproof india ink smeared a bit) and then added colored pencil. I admit, I was looking at Erik Jones work a bit and James Jean trying to figure out how they get some of their effects.
I’m not sure how I feel about what I did. I want to keep the subject in the same vein as my paintings. I just wish I could figure out how to do them well larger.
And damn colored pencils to hell! I think all the pigment in mine are cracked. I promised myself I would have a prismacolor bonfire by now but it looks like I’ll be putting that off.
So yeah, I’m 30 years old now. That’s weird and stuff. The new semester has started, and with it a fresh crop of baby art students full of naked anime elves shining in their eyes!
In the photo above is a book I found at Border’s, after descending upon it’s bankrupt book corpse. I had first seen and coveted it on awesome art blog Phantasmaphile. Also in the picture is a necklace made by Blood Milk Jewelry. It’s beautiful. There is even a small round piece of glass in the viewer. Next to it is a piece of coal Jason and I scavenged from Centralia, PA.
Jason and I are still preparing for Stuntkid & Friends Show this coming saturday in Norfolk VA. It’s pretty rad having a bedroom full of art by artists that you’ve admired for a long time through the warped lens of the internet. It’s better in real life.
In stark comparison my studio area seems to be full of unfinshed paintings. I may need to get a dehumidifier to deal with my paint refusing to dry to workable point.
This weekend I got to take some concept photos with the adorable burlesque performer Marla Meringue. Which means no one will see anything that came out of it for quite a while, but she definitely helped me plan on a few future paintings.
Here’s a peak at some portrait studies from school and home.
1. Opium Poppy, 2. Amethyst, 3. Underwater Glow, 4. Aurora Borealis
I’m currently taking painting classes at my local community college. It’s great. I’m learning a lot and seeing improvement in my work every day. What I can’t seem to get away from is my preferred color palette. Purples, pinks, cool beiges, greens, greens and more greens. It just comes so naturally and I’m finding it very difficult to willingly stray from it. I find myself questioning whether I should, whether these colors are a bad habit and crutch or that if leaving them behind even temporarily would a step down the wrong road. The answer is really obvious. Learn how to use other colors, especially for flesh tones, but always keep my preferences in the back of my mind so as not to lose what makes my work mine.
I’ve never been one of those students or artists that believed education may dull whatever edge I could have, but I understand the idea. I think it happens when you have a combination of professors with overwhelming personalities/very specific art movement agenda around you and a young mind ready to be molded. Ha, I am not exactly old but I am not right out of highschool. Some of my painting habits, for better or worse, aren’t going anywhere.
Above is an image of color inspiration taken from my flickr favorites.