Oh, the shame!

It’s half way through 2011 and I’ve blogged all of twice. My head hangs in shame. As to why, I don’t really know. It’s a combination of a lot of things, I suppose. Mostly distractions in all shapes and forms.

What am I doing now that school is out for the summer? GLAD YOU ASKED. Well, for one, I’m not taking a summer school class for the first time in 4 years. It almost feels like I’ve graduated. It’s glorious.

I’m taking a week or two to recharge my art cells, gain some art inspiration, work on loads freelance stuff and cleanse my life of non-necessities. I have huge plans of gutting my room of old artwork and doodads I’ve been holding onto since…oh, you know…my whole life. Like a box of bubblegum machine quality toys that for some reason have sentimental value that I can’t quite pinpoint. It taunts me from my closet.

Here is a piece from my illustration class last semester. The assignment was to re-imagine the “Where the Wild Things Are” book cover. Yes, I know the boy wasn’t a shark but what can I say, the guidelines were loose and I’m a rebel.

Here are just a few value and color palette studies before I settled on the final piece.

Value

Color 1

Color 2

Final

College Semester #13: The Beginning

The Fall 2010 semester is officially underway. At this point, my college career as blended into one blurry mess of homework and charcoal dust. I can tell already, though, this is going to be an interesting one. A good one. But interesting. Ask me about it sometime.

I have to say, I’m the most excited for my figure sculpture class. As we all know, figure studies are one of my favorite things to do IN THIS KNOWN UNIVERSE so you can imagine my excitement at a class that presents a 3-dimensional challenge.

Also, I have this class right after I deal with the obscene morning parking situation at my college. Last Wednesday, some guy cussed at me in the lot because I got “his” spot (it was rightfully mine. I have witnesses. It would hold up in any court of law.) and I got to class so frazzled that I beat the snot out of my clay.

It was very therapeutic.

Also, I got a Wacom tablet. Can you hear the angels singing? I do. “Haaaallelujahhhh!!” Here’s a “fill in the blanks” work in progress:

Doesn’t he look like a stud? I think he has a lady-friend in each city he visits. His name is probably Guy. Or Rhett. He keeps a fake mustache (which, if asked, he will pronounce, “must AH sh,”) in his right front pocket he can quickly whip out to impress the society ladies.