Spring is ending. Summer and it’s hot, funky breath is right around the corner. My semester has ended and I was able to maintain my all A’s streak. I recently went to a scholarship luncheon TCC held for the donors and was able to meet a wonderful lady who was funding one of the scholarships I received to attend the Visual Arts Center.
My internship at Virginia MOCA has ended also. My time there was wonderful. I feel that I’ve learned a lot, especially from my time spent preparing for New Waves 2012 and the group of shows to be shown during the Warhol exhibit now on display.
The I Like Soup show looks great. JoKa, an artist from Philly included in the show, and his lovely girlfriend Brandi, drove down and stayed with us so they could attend the opening.
All the cans are now online and for sale. The proceeds are divided between the artist, the Foodbank of Virginia and MOCA’s educational programming. Creepmachine and AltDaily both did some nice little write ups about it.
My all time favorite amongst many wonderful pieces is Nomi Chi’s shown below.
I’ve been attempting a new technique, creating a complete underpainting with terre vert/titanium white/ivory black before laying in color. It’s interesting. I like the moonlit look. Now I just need to figure out if it’s really worth refining the underpainting before laying in color…and how much of the underpainting I want to keep, how much I’m willing to cover up.
After these are completed I’ll be trying some other things(I hope a master copy). My time at TCC is almost over. I really only have two classes to complete before I earn my associates. What I’m going to do afterwards has been weighing heavily on me. I like learning. I value education, but I don’t believe a traditional academic path is for me. I felt that my other classes(math, english and so on) while important and enjoyable were getting in the way of me getting as much as possible out of my art classes, which were the real reason I’ve been in school.
I’ve been contemplating attending an atelier. Students learn under the guidance of a master painter. It’s rigorous. It’s intense. It’s realist. There is no degree. My tentative plans right now are to finish at TCC and then take a couple months, go to Philly and attend some workshops at an atelier. I couldn’t commit to a full 4 years, financially or time wise, immediately, but I think taking a few months would be a great way to do some research to help me plan my future path.
I’ve been doing research, with the help of a new painter friend, to try to help me get ready for the next step. The only reasons I am hesitant are that I would miss my husband for those months and I would also feel a bit like an imposter. Part of me is afraid that I’d be found *out* and rendered unwelcome if the subjects and type of paintings I like to do were revealed. I want to become technically skilled so I don’t see why my past work would need to come up, but it also isn’t necessarily my end goal to paint exactly like others that have gone down that route. My goal is more to be able to convincingly blend realism with my other more esoteric topics…and of course make some money doing portraiture. I feel that if I were trained in this way I could do whatever I wanted with the knowledge. I want access to that, to me, secret world.
I need to learn how to sweep aside my insecurities.
I admire it. I want to be just a little bit part of it.
I’ve been painting a lot of skulls lately, as I’m sure anyone who stops by occasionally notices. I’ve caught a bit of slack for it from instructors, their point being that it’s too obvious or trendy, but I’ve chosen to ignore the good intentioned criticism. Skulls have been in art for much longer than Hot Topic has been around, and their relevant to the topics I enjoy. Besides, they’re good practice. We all have them beneath our freckles and make up.
Below are some skull themed artworks I’ve come across and like.
From top left down to right – Unknown found on tumblr(but it tickled me to see it after I had made my own still lifes of skulls with pearl eyes), Skull by David Slone, The Dead by Horacio Martinez, I can’t read the language but their work is lovely!