Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Singing, oh, the hazards of love

I just have to say, the Decemberists are brilliant. I bought their new album last May, but I didn't really listen to it as it was meant to be listened to until recently. The Hazards of Love is actually a "rock opera," with a story carried throughout the entire album. The Rake's Song is probably my favorite, but that might change at some point within the next twenty times that I listen to the album. My parents actually went to see them in concert- *so* jealous. If I could choose to go to just one more concert in my life, it would be one of the Decemberists.

In other news, the semester is very nearly over. My photography teacher did his utmost to keep us in class today, despite a broken projector, classroom relocation, and computer troubles. It wasn't until the fire alarm went off that he considered letting us go, to the class' great relief. We were only one of two classes in the entirety of Franklin Terrace. I should have been packing for the past hour or so, buuuut that's what right now is for. I worked on some resubmits for Photography last night, and I'll be doing some mad art-working over break, so look for a great big Sunday blog full Thanksgiving drawing!

Have a picture of my Luna Lovegood wand.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

SG-1

Thus far, I have spent approximately 11 hours of Stargate SG-1 painting in the last two days. Miraculously I'm not bored of it, though I would like to do something other than sit in this chair and not get as much done as I expect.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Clickety Cricket

Due to the fact a good half of my classes for next week are canceled, I decided to do a little bit of recreational drawing. I started working on a conceptual self-portrait in photoshop, which has been interesting, since I rarely do digital work anymore, and hardly ever completely from scratch. Here's what I have so far:
"Cricket: A Street Rat"**
In reality I have a lot more of the body sketched out, but I haven't been doing well at figuring out the anatomy in my head, so I might have to take some reference pictures. It's nowhere near finished, but I felt like I should have something to show for today.

And here's a bit of what I have to show for yesterday. I'm working on getting sketches down faster, which means a lot of excess line work. Does it make sense? It really shouldn't.


"Carrie's Face Moves FAR Too Much"







"Attack of the Block Hands!"




**My camp nickname over the summer was Cricket. Since I decided to go hobo-queen all over this self-portrait, what better way to pay tribute to one of my favorite characters in Always Sunny? I'll give Mr. Detwiler total credit for making the connection.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Sketchathon

So I've been pretty lax about my blogs lately, and I apologize. But it's Sunday, and I intend to make up for it with some brand new-ish, random sketches! Here they are, along with my take on "despair" for photography:



"Home Means Drawing My Cat"



"I Always Thought Little Kitten Would Look Better in Green"


New Sketchbook!

"Sterling's Lecture"


"Williamsburg Coffee"
So this sketch was actually a lot of fun. I decided to get out of Richmond for a day and catch a ride to Williamsburg with my brother. I started out drawing Colonial Williamsburg witht he best of intentions, until I realized after an hour and a half that it was friggin' cold out. So I made my way to Aromas where I had agreed to meet my brother, ordered a pumpkin pie latte, and set about drawing a full spread. Usually I give up after about half an hour of wonky pen lines, but I decided to power through this one. The missing bits are where people decided to stand the most. It was actually a lot of fun to listen to the conversations of the people around me, especially the guy next to me who was doing his best to entertain a foreign couple with his painfully boring stories. He would start out promisingly enough, talking about his trips overseas, but instead of focusing on... well anything else, he decided to talk about his indidestion for a good 20 minutes. It was probably a good thing the woman didn't speak much English. She seemed pretty entertained watching me draw and glare at the people who were standing in my way. I would look up from my picture and she would make eye contact. We would smile, and then when I looked past her to draw the stuff behind her, she would turn around in her seat to try to see what I was drawing- this whole exchange happened a good seven or eight times, mind you.


"Despair?"

And of course the project he assigned us after this one was an anti-smoking image. Thanks Tim, it's not like I just took 50+ pictures of discarded, wet, cigarette butts from the smoking patio of my building. *shudder* I scoured my hands clean afterward.

By the way, Lily Allen is supreme.