
Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Sunday, January 1, 2012


Wish I was able to solidify a drawing design thing for them... but hey - oh, well. I wish I could have drawn it better in general but for now I'll live with it this way since it's a sketch... I guess. >__>;


Thursday, December 22, 2011
I'm A Disgusting Writer
Today I have no art to share but today I will share that I am an occasional (sadly not so great) writer of strange short stories and senseless drabbles. If anyone's ever read Catch-22, it will be easy to see that that book's style inspired the drabble.
“Now, see here. I am the only one who will help you – can't you understand that?”
“I can't understand that.”
“Why not?” And he would furrow those greying blonde brows of his. After all, Mr. Mansley the school counselor before him was a man of true compassion and principle. Mr. Adelbert Mansley was heartfelt over the principle of looking like he was a good man.. “Understand this – no one will help you but me. Me and my...” he cleared his weak throat for a moment.”Our friends.”
“Our friends,” he agreed.
“Our friends are here to make sure that you're good to go for life.”
“Good to go for life!” he raised a fist into the air.
“It's what you could be if you'd just let us help you then you'd see it our way.”
“If it's our way then I must already understand it now, sir!”
With that he pounded his thick fists against the table. As he was a boy full of much respect for his authorities, he made special sure to pound his fist on “sir”. That way the man could revel in the fact that his very presence was enough to demand passion and fervor. And to be theatrical and demonstrate how deeply he felt, he even got up and kicked the plastic chair he sat upon.
The man shook his head. His face was contorted in an expression of some strange passion. He must have understood what he meant with that moment of passion.
Exactly.
To the dot as to what he'd meant..
“No, no, no... I don't think you quite understand...” with that, Mr. Mansley sighed and kindly offered his self-pitying self a bottle of water to quench his poor throat. The compassionate man's talents were being wasted on this boy who made no sense to him. The only thing that was keeping Mr. Mansley on board with this was the respect that the boy was so good at presenting and the dream that if he could solve this boy's "case" then he'd become a hero of some sort.
The boy picked up the chair and stood it up on its sides, never taking his eyes off of the school counselor as to make sure it was known that he was still being perfectly respectful.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Final Figure Drawing Dump Part 3
Figure Drawing Dump Part 2
Friday, November 18, 2011
First off, this club I joined at my college offers a 3 times a week figure drawing session for $4 a session (suuuper good price!). So the first dump will be my figure drawings.
Above are the five minutes ones - the last ones I got to do before having to go home. I did it in watercolor to give my hand a rest if anything. My hands were starting to cramp up with charcoals, pastels, etc. so I picked up a brush which allowed my hands to lax up more and went through the five minute poses with watercolor paint.
