I didn't even think about putting this one up, considering it's my header, but...here it is. I love this book called 'Milkweed', and as an assignment a few semesters ago, we had to remake a book cover. Instantly chose this one. I liked how the colors came out, and how the paper accepted medium, so I might use it again sometime. I haven't thought about it for a while, but...it would be cool to use this paper again.

I haven't been able to sketch things out lately; I'm worried that I won't be able to get anything good out at Savannah. Maybe it's just time for a change of sketchbooks. God, I don't know, I feel like I switch so often. Is it an inevitable waste of money?

This painting's finished. And I love it. I think after struggling for a while on deciding how to best interpret my love for this film...I think I finally found solid ground.

I think the connected disconnect between the characters was perfect for their jumbled relationship; the colors, the background...I'm just really happy with everything. Finally, the first painting I can be solidly happy about! I'm definitely getting influenced by the painters around me.

A study painting I did of the model Rachel. Her body was plump, but beautifully curved, and she had tattoos that, for some reason, no one was painting. I thought they helped to make up who she was. I've also heard about her backstory before she became a model and was inspired by that. I especially love THIS painting because it sort of depicts the idea that our models are just that, a nice body to paint, when they actually have all these little secrets to tell, a life of amazing tales. 

This is a portrait I finished for my watercolor class about a month ago; of course it has to do with the Holocaust, the Warsaw Uprising to be more specific. I'm carrying this Uri character over into alot of my drawings, doodles, paintings...everything. Something about him really intrigues me, like I need to make up this entire life for him, despite the fact that he dies young.

I definitely saw him as a part of the Polish Underground; he seems like the kind of kid that'd be pissed off about oppression.

Thinking about this character makes me think of what resistance means nowadays, and how futile and trivial it all seems, when all we need is to find an innovative way to send a message in order to change our social inequities.

So I wish I would have taken more pictures of the progress on this, but today was the first time, sadly. Well, other than the pencil of it. Anyways, this painting is turning out so incredibly well, to me at least, that I'm loving the story behind it as well, all the possibilities it presents for Makoto and Chaki (of Tokikake). Yeah, it's a fanart, something I haven't really done in a while. Not with passion. But these characters have always touched me in a special way, as well as the story behind them. I can't wait until I get my storyboard artbook in the mail. Someday.

I'd like to frame this when it's done. Hopefully.

Finally almost finished this piece. I forgot to ground her ass on the beach, though! Which is huge, so I might go back and fix it. I don't know if I like it enough to really go into it and make it perfect, though. I'm over it.

But I did have some interest taken from it in painting the Latino culture. I might explore this even more...

Started a new project today in my watercolor class; it's supposed to be two figures existing in the same space, but not interacting. This isn't the whole composition, because it's a very vertical piece, but it's the only sketching I'm going to do. Tomorrow is going to be the start of the painting process.

This one's an oldie. But I still feel very drawn to it, for some reason. The human body is so intriguing to me, especially when it exists in some unknown space. I always end up drawing the two together, and at one time I thought it may be because I was too lazy to create a background for them but I almost prefer having no real sense of location. It's less to be distracted on.

I also notice that then and now I like to incorporate line around the figure, whether geometric or spindly.

This started out as a study that I didn't care for (I was absent when the pose was set up, so I didn't have alot of choice in where to sit), but after I cropped it some, I ended up liking it just a bit. This woman has the strangest, beautiful body; my friend Lucas described it as that overly perfect idealism that the Greeks tried for in the Classical period, and that makes total sense to me. You may not be able to tell that from just this painting but...this girl had ABS, let me tell you. She was really nice, but a little over zealous, I think. She was trying too hard to impress the art students. Oh well.