Friday, November 18, 2011
The starting sketch is rather confusing, but the idea is that of a woman in white dress that is draped over buildings in such a way that they are quite pronounced. She looks to the heavens, arms outstretched, with the night sky behind her. I didn't realize when the idea first struck, but it does have a lot of undertones of my Christian faith. And that's just fine.
The surrealist nature, however, does not mean that I get to make it all up. This piece still needs believable elements, so a still life does, in fact have to be used, as seen below:
The fabric isn't the right color, but it is the right heaviness. One of our lessons was that color is arbitrary however, so painting it as while should work out just fine.
This is it as of today. The "blue" of the dress will be white eventually, but the trick with oils is to start dark and work up to the brighter and lighter tones. A fellow art major has been giving me a lot of feedback and several ideas, all of which I think can take this idea from "neat" to "amazing". Also, the buildings will be exaggerated so they have more definition.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
While the self-portrait is finished, the photo quality leaves something to be desired. The outcome of the actual painting, however, is satisfactory. Or, dare I even say, something to be proud of. The instructor and class were very fond of it during critique. It isn't perfect, but it's much better than before.
Also, since I had my paints out early this week, I went back to this painting and covered over the obnoxious lemon in the front that was disrupting the desired vocal point. It's much better now and still my favorite of the paintings done this semester.
The next painting is our choice as long as we demonstrate what we've learned over the semester. I have a concept, but it wouldn't translate to words very well. Hopefully a sketch will be ready to show soon.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
This was the first time in several years where I reached a point at which a piece of my art made me want to cry every time I looked at it. What you see above is where my confidence began to detirorate. More was done, further efforts were made, but I hated it even more. At last I covered what I'd done of my face in white and flipped it on its side to start anew.
The lighting in this photo is awful, but the paint was still wet so the flash just caused a glare. Also, since there were no pupils yet, the entire thing is a bit creepy to look at.
This photo was taken a couple of hours ago. Obviously it's not finished yet, though a lot of progress has been made since this shot. My glasses will be added, but not until last, as per my teacher's suggestion.
While working on this I noticed that my brother and I have very similar mouths. And while yes, the mouth is too small, it's an error I'm going to live with. I feel tat fixing it at this point would ruin the whole thing.
Stay tuned for the finished product, which should be up in the next few days.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The next assignment has started in painting studio, one that the psychology majors in the school would have a field day with. It's a self portrait using a mirror. I'm including photos of the "sketch" that I did with thin red and progress of the actual painting. Also, thank God I've taken a figure drawing class - it's making the facial anatomy easier to tackle.
I realize that parts need fixed, namely the chin in forehead, and I hope to address those today during studio. I also want to add in the dark colors that will be the background so that the flesh tones stop looking overly dark by themselves.
And, since this is National Novel Writing Month and all, here's is the introduction to my novel. I'd like feedback for it from people with a fresh set of eyes who don't know the rest of the story.
"From the Journal of Doctor Joseph Meyer:
April 4th, 2254
Each time that I write down the date, I am amazed that even decades after calendars have ceased to be printed, I am still aware of the month, day and year. While this practice does make holidays and anniversaries more painful, it also provides me with another means to remain human; to remember that life outside of prison of irony is not just a far away dream.
Today I told the young men about cars; motor vehicles. None of them have ever seen one before, but I have done my best to provide sketches in my journal to demonstrate their shape, structure, and sound. It is doubtful that any of them ever will see a car, or that anyone ever will again, but at least it gives them something besides their fate to think about.
Andreas was disinterested as usual, but his cellmates were fascinated. I described ever detail and answered every question that I could until my throat was dry ad my voice went out. I will now record what I have told them and hopefully a few more details will come to mind. Whatever happens, I cannot bring myself to hinder curiosity in a place like this..."