Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Care Cup: Full!

It's been far too long since I posted anything on here. It's been a not-so-surprisingly busy semester, and coupled with a complete laptop screen failure, it's been difficult to find the motivation to move my laptop and 20 lb monitor to the scanner and sit for an hour and a half on the floor to scan everything in. That being said, I just about topped off my care cup and did it! So here's just a bunch of random crap I've done:


Everyone's favorite model, Sir Ben Sack.


Some Charlottesvillian power lines and Buster the mega-playful cat! And yes, he was still wandering his apartment, searching the walls for the laser pointer long after we turned it off.


A hyacinth I'm using as a model for the significant item in my character design. More of this later!


The only Yates you need to know.
(Okay, I'm running on coffee, my subtitles are not top-notch)


Quick brush pen self-portrait. Starting to like it a TINY bit more.


Niddhog. He's just one of those people.

Thursday, March 11, 2010

An Artless Post

Not looking forward to biking home in this rain. This is the purpose of this post.

Too many words, I agree.

I've been actively trying to improve myself and the work I'm putting out. It's finally starting to sink in that if this is going to be my career, I need to be BETTER. It started with Mallory Callan. I finally decided to risk rejection by applying for the scholarship offered through our department, and when I looked down at everything I had, my entire portfolio laid out on the floor, I felt entirely... underwhelmed. I had expected top be so much better by this point in my life, and yet some of my best work was still from several years ago. I felt like I hadn't improved.

My sketchbooks, at least, tell me otherwise. And I know one of the reasons my AP Art concentration still holds a valid place in my work is because it is so clearly something that is MINE. I was totally engulfed by it, and creating it engaged not only my sense of visual aesthetic, but also the written word, which I've been in love with for as long as I can remember. And beyond that, it incorporated the fantasy/science fiction genre I was raised into(Don't deny it, parents. Named after a character in a sci-fi show, was read Redwall and Heartlight as a child, where else was I supposed to go?), and a newly discovered knack for colored pencils, something very few people ever bother to develop. Viewed as single piece, I still find interest in it, and therein lies my problem. I need to move ahead.

In any case, I submitted my portfolio to the department. After a long and harrowing week, received my answer in the form of a poster on the fourth floor of Franklin Terrace, along with nine other recipients of the Mallory Callan Scholarship. It may have been one of the best days of my life, just a haze of euphoria.

Now more than ever, I simply want to do better. If I can't top myself, what on Earth am I supposed to do for the rest of my life?