Well, the school year has officially ended. It hasn't actually sunk in yet that I will never have a class at Maggie Walker again. These four years have both dragged and flown by -- and same for this past year. It was certainly unexpected and unprecedented. I am sad we had to have virtual school, but I nevertheless feel I was able to make the best of it, and especially for art class. I am very happy with my art class experience this year; I feel like I really found my passion and niche, and it's gratifying to know I can make ambitious pieces if I set my mind to it and work hard, all the while balancing other responsibilities. I've always felt a bit lost when it comes to my theme, but this year, I was able to hone in on a specific idea and just work on exploring all the different ways I could express it, which I truly enjoyed. I would have loved to be in the art room making art, surrounded by friends, but alas, my bedroom has sufficed. I hope I am able to continue to make art, whether that may be just drawings in a sketchbook, or making gifts for people, or actually working on full-blown independent projects. Sometimes, it's difficult for me to take the time to just make art for the sake of making it, like when it isn't for an assignment, because of this gnawing fear that I should be doing something better or more productive with my time. However, if I've learned anything this year, it's that if you enjoy doing something that is engaging and challenges you, then you are getting something out of it, and it is therefore productive. This is the mindset I hope to carry with me into the next phase of my life. I'd like to think I will keep up with this website, but the reality is I will probably only remember I have it, like, once every few months and update it sporadically. Still, it's cool to scroll back through my posts all the way to September 2018 and see my progress. I am proud of the hard work and time I've dedicated to this class, and I am forever grateful to the lessons it has taught me about individuality, perseverance, and the nature of art-making.
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It's been awhile since my last update. I definitely meant to write something on a weekly basis, but, you know, life. In the past few weeks, I've made some progress with the content of my sketchbook, adding additional observational drawings. I've even completed a series of five drawings that focus on the theme of "hair". Also, I made an ink drawing of a fire truck for my dad's birthday. I'm pleased with how it turned out, especially since I made the conscious decision to not use a ruler. So, I am aware that my lines are slightly crooked and the perspective of the front bumper is skewed, but it's progress.
Whoa! This is officially my first-ever blog post. I feel so mature and sophisticated. Anyways, this weekend I got a good amount of art work done... mostly because I was purposely avoiding all of my homework and research and obviously not-as-exciting stuff for my other classes. But I think that some old dead white dude said something along the lines of, "the ends justify the means," so I'm just gonna roll with it. I've done some brainstorming in my sketchbook, and I came up with a picto-list (I just made that a thing) for what I would like for my life to include in the years after college and before marriage. Basically, simple country living: Late summer, I found an old canvas with a pencil outline of a girl who was facing away from the viewer and wearing an open-backed dress. It was really rather pitiful, especially since it had been like that for over a year. So, I decided that I was going to finish it. I began by outlining the girl in pen and then layering blue tissue paper to give her a dress with texture and dimension. I then added two more girls in similar poses with tissue paper dresses in varying colors. After that, though, I was stuck. I promptly forgot about the canvas for another few weeks. That is, until yesterday. I promised myself that I would finish it, so I drew another girl, except this time she was running off of the canvas, not possessing the same woebegone body language of the other three girls. But then what? What would complete the whole piece, balancing out the vibrant dresses and solidify my intended message? I. Had. No. Idea. And inspiration struck. The result was this: |
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