Sunday, November 17, 2013

Something Blue

The collection we have is a very patchwork one. There are many unique components that make it what it is and each item is unique somehow to whoever brought it in. These pieces definitely reflect the kind of people we are and the kinds of things we posess and use in our everyday lives. The collection - I think - is a rather pretty one that, despite being made of what seems like junk, it really says something about our art group. Personally I think its uniqueness is what makes it so fun. Portia Munson obviosly knew how significant each little poece was or else her exhibits wouldn't have been so powerful

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

I'm a Collector?

I didn't really know it, but I am a collector. No, I'm not talking about the accumulation of socks on my chair that is a result of my laziness or the massive amounts of clutter I've shoved onto my desk to clean at a later date (aka never). No, my friends, I'm talking about books. Stacks and stacks of books. A whole closet full of books. Five cubicles, two shelves, and a few baskets full of just books. My room is my library and I've accumulated so many books that I'm running out of room to store them all. Why have I amassed such a collection? Because it makes me so happy to know that I can go and look around for a book to read and find something I might have forgotten I had. It makes me happy to have so many books that are mine, books that don't have a due date or a sticker with a dozen other people's names on it. It makes me so, so happy that on a rainy Sunday I can pick and choose a pile of books like you would choose groceries off a store shelf and waste the day away reading them all in a massive cocoon of blankets. My collection is my pride and joy and for many other people, their collections are just as special. There's something to having a mass of things that you love or find fascinating that attracys not just people like me but many, many people worldwide. It seems that humans almost have an intrinsic tick that makes them want to collect things, whether it's CDs, plants, greeting cards, coins - or yes, even books. I can't be the only one!

(The pictures attached are of a few of the places where I stow my collection of books. I have many more hiding places and stashes; you'd think I was a squirrel. I also have a whole bag I haven't put away yet!)

Friday, November 1, 2013

Team Sketch or Team Color?

I am definitely a member of team sketch.  I enjoyed the experience of working with both materials amd I liked the progress and end results of both my pieces, but I liked that with the sketch I was able to erase potentially any mistake and redo it, whereas with the colored pencil drawing it was nearly permanent when used. And I erase a lot. I also don't like the colored pencil because I don't have enough knowledge of them right now for them to contribute to my sketches. When I sketch and I get it perfect, I don't want to chamge a thing, bit whenever I go to color it is never the same. I have to say that I liked my sketch of the jar better than the colored drawing itself. But alas, the project was a coloring one, and my coloring skills aren't completely inadequate. I quite like the color spectrum I managed to elicit from the candy piece.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Candy Crush!

Ah, colored pencils. The very pretty but very permenant impliments of drawing. Rivaled only by the pen and marker, the colored pencil is quite menacing in that once you put it down on paper, it is likely that you won't be ale to get it off. This was my challenge when we began the beginning sketches of jars full of colorful candy. Now, I made a pretty impeccible sketch if I do say so myself. I was thoroughly proud of it. When it came time to being coloring, though, I was lost. After some fiddling with different combinations on wax paper it became much easier to visualize what my end result would look like. Attached is a picture of the work in progress. I am especially happy with the lid! I am nearly finished and my newfound knowledge of colored pencil drawings aided my drawing endevors a lot.

Crashing and Burning... or Not?

Last year for sketches we drew shoes. It is safe to say I wasn't particularly happy with the final product, so when I found out that we were doing the same kind of project only with a bike, I was very excited. I wanted to take the chance to redeem myself and make this sketch a really nice one... then I dicovered that planning to draw a bike and actually drawing it were two completely different ball games. It took me three days just to draw the wheel! I quickly became frustrated with the snail's pace I was moving at and tried not to sweat the detail so much, but then I realized that the attention to detail was the thing that made the whole piece come together. I worked until the very last day, milking all the time I could from the time we were given to complete it. My addiction to detail ended up working in my favor. It turned out so much better than last year's sketch and I couldn't be happier with the result. I really and truly thought that my piece would be a miserable failure, but sometimes even the most lost cause just needs a little love. I finally got the hang of shading (though when I say "hang" I really mean using a fingernail to cling for dear life) and I gained a better understanding of value. I didn't have such knowledge before and it will definately help further my art.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Black is Back!

To be honest, I didn't think I'd be back here on this blog again. It was quite a surprise to see that I had art again this year, and I'm beyond excited to apply the wisdom I had from last year to the new projects we have in store for us in the coming weeks. Over the summer, I drew. A lot. A good artist never stops drawing and creating, I believe. I did mainly sketches and quirky fan art, doodles and such, so I'm a little rusty with mediums other than my broken pencil and half a cap eraser. I want to learn new styles of art as well as techniques to expand my own style. Also, outside of class I want to learn how to master digital art, and I'm mulling over the idea of getting an art tablet to do some more digital media drawings. (If I can afford one!) That should be exciting if it actually happens. I'm excited to show what I've taught myself over the summer and what I learned last year in my work for the coming year!

Sunday, June 9, 2013

Here's to a Great Year!

Dina's Slideshow - slideshows

This year has been... amazing, to say the least. I learned so much about art that I didn't know before. Techniques, art styles, artists new and old... you name it, we basically covered it. I have to say, was skeptical at first about how much fun I would actually have in this class. Because I was more accustomed to sketching and doing cartoonish, manga-esque doodles then actual art with paints and watercolors and clay, I thought I wasn't going to be any good. It turned out, though, that everything I learned helped me in some way. I love how free we could be with our choices in style and how we create our pieces to reflect ourselves. I remember the day of the midterm: some people had brought in newspaper clippings, some photos, some even brought their own paint kits or utilized exacto knives t get the effect they wanted. It didn't matter what you use, just how you felt it looked when it was done. Me? Well, all I brought were some graphite drawing pencils, but with those little things I made my favorite piece of the year. That piece and my short story piece were by far my best in my opinion and I'm so, so happy with them and all the other pieces I've done. In a year, I went from being an insecure artist who doodled cartoon characters in her spare time not knowing what to expect to a girl who's pretty well learned in lots of different styles of art, which is a fact I'm thoroughly proud of. I'm so happy having one great year of art education under my belt!

Sunday, April 7, 2013

The Tale of Jared and Violet

The Tale of Jared and Violet

         It was written in the stars that Jared and Violet would be born on  the same day. A beautiful baby boy with obsidian-black hair darker then night and a lovely baby girl with pale skin that rivaled Snow White's and light gold hair so fair it looked like pure sunlight. In the following weeks, the little girl's eyes went from blue to a uniquely striking shade of lilac, but they boy's stayed a vibrant shade of cerulean. It was this topic of these infant's strange but captivating eye colors that brought their mothers together in a close-knit friendship, where they discovered how close one lived to the other. It seemed like the little boy and girl - deemed Jared and Violet - were always destined to be together. 

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Weirdest. Portrait. Ever.

Has anyone ever made a picture that just looks so ridiculous you can't believe it's art? That was basically our last project, the blind contour drawing page. You have to draw yourself as best you can, but here's the catch: you can't look at what you're drawing and you can't pick up your pen. It's one continuous line. For those of you who think it's easy, I'm giving you a look of disapproval. It was most certainly NOT easy and took me at least twelve tries before I got a drawing I actually liked. After I got done gracing the page with my incredible likeness (not) I decorated the final drawing with stuff about me. And not just, "I like the color blue." No, it's more like things about your personality and all that. I learned stuff about myself during the course of this project that I would have never thought just by digging deep enough, which was fun and scary. You're probably saying, "Wow, you get to make a strange squiggly drawing of yourself AND reveal all your flaws and fears all in one project? What fun!" Haha, yes and no.

Bowls, Bowls, Bowls

It's that time of year again! The Empty Bowls dinner! Can I get a what-what? .... this is the part where you give me a what-what. .... oh come on, was the rude look necessary? Anyways, the Empty Bowls dinner is basically a gigantic potluck dinner where you can buy a bowl to eat out of then keep it. The local resteraunts and parents donate the food for the dinner. All the proceeds benefit the food banks of our town and some surrounding counties, which I think is superbly awesome! The bowls were made by les élèves et moi (the students and me) and our blood, sweat, and tears went into them, so everyone had better have a good time or so help me I will go to any of the killjoys' house and replace ALL their bowls with ours. Anyone want to join my crusade? No? Aw, stop it with the rude looks.

I Burn Down the School (And Other Lantern-y Things)

Well, here we are again folks: more projects. This time, we did a really cool and slightly terrifying project with paper lanterns. It was really cool in the sense that you get to use a different medium then you'd generally go for to make something really beautiful based on a season. It's terrifying because in the process I almost sheared several fingers off with an exacter knife and also knowing me, the moment I light it I'm going to pull a Seamus Finnigan and burn my eyebrows off.  Mine was based off the season fall and has three branches with leaves on them and leaves in the air, and wind curling and weaving around them, carrying them off. It looks really cool and I'm so happy with the outcome! It's a bit larger then I thought, though...

Monday, January 7, 2013

The Monet-Meister

Monet was his name, Impressionism was his game. For my artist research project, I chose to do the great Claude Monet. Most of you have heard him, but do you really know about him? First of all, he was born on November 14th, 1840. I thought he was much older then that! He lived in Paris and his full baptized name was Oscar-Claude Monet. He went to Le Havre Secondary School of the Arts and in his spare time he sold charcoal drawings for 10-20 francs each. His first drawing lessons came from Jacques-Francois Ochard and he learned how to use oil paints from Eugene Bodin. Also, Bodin taught him how to paint "en plein air", or outdoor techniques, and became his mentor. When his mother died in 1857, he went to live with his widowed, childless aunt. He actually joined the First Regiment of Light Cavalry (part of the French army) for two years, but contracted typhoid and was withdrawn by his aunt. (Would have never guessed.) He later married Camille Doncieux, who became the model for many of his paintings. She died in 1879 though, and while she was sickly they went to live with Alice Hoschede. She became his second wife, and they all moved to Giverny. He died of lung cancer on December 5th, 1926, and a total of about 50 people attended his funeral because he wished it to be small and formal.

Right off the bat I knew that I would love Monet's work. He painted what he saw, exactly how he saw it, and that often required still life. He loved painting pictures of his beautiful garden towards the end of his life, and I have a weird obsession with flowers. I love his work because it's real, but his style is rougher and sometimes he goes about catching the scene with erratic strokes that begin to form a figure as it goes along. For example, his Pheasant painting is very lifelike, while Camille Monet on her Deathbed was harder to make out. 

I especially live his series of paintings done in his famous garden, like the Water Lilies and Nympheas series.   These are comprised of many paintings, but my favorites are Water-Lily Pond and Water Lilies (1903). They capture the image and detail of the flowers and the reflections on the ponds while keeping it simplistic. I also really, really love Lady with a Parasol which was painted using Monet's son and wife as models. I find myself concentrating less on their faces and more on the fabrics of their clothes and how the sunlight hits Camille's dress just so. The lack of detail in some areas and the concentration of it in others really made the piece beautiful. Below are three beautiful paintings by him: One from the Nympheas series, Lady with a Parisol, and La Rue Montorgueil.   

So, now you have some new information to cram in your brain. If you get the chance, look Monet up! If you read in more detail, his life was really interesting. Unfortunately, I tend to drabble, and I don't want to give you a complete synopsis of every little detail of his life. That would take a while. Well, I hope I didn't bore you to tears. I try, people, I try, but not a lot of people find this as interesting as I do. Ciao for now :)