
Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Hi guys! It's me again. Well, I finally finished my woman/pixie and I am ecstatic about the results. This is one of the few color pieces I have ever done, and I am shocked at how well her hair turned out. (Kudos to Anna for the idea). I tried to fix the dimensions of the ear with her hair to appease Quinton. (You've got to get over the eye man), and I like the outcome. My main media for this artwork, was color and I wanted it to look as if her hair had a mind of its own. I am very pleased with this, and I am done. But, please tell me if anything needs to be changed, though in my defense, the real artwork looks much better in person than on the computer. Thanks guys!
Sunday, March 29, 2009
BLUE!
Soul On Board

This is my soul, on poster board. Done through canisters of sprayable paint :)
No, but I really love the cloud like effect done around the mountain tops. I decided to outline the shore line of the lake with white also just to try something new out, I really like this piece of artwork.
And I plan to use it for my W/E piece for the GT tryouts.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
3D project
I did this plaster carving last year and I’m currently working on its bigger, better counterpart. The main differences between this one and what I’m doing now is that the new one’s design is a bit different and it’s bigger. The different design comes from me making mistakes when carving since I can’t exactly erase that sort of thing (I’ve had to change the design twice already). The size difference is because the first one experienced problems from being only a few inches tall: 1) I couldn’t make the “ropes” of the knot actually separated like I wanted to, and 2) it fell apart. The new one’s coming along great and it’s been really fun to work on except for the bouts of terror when I think I’ve carved the wrong spot. I might also try painting it after it’s done. You can paint plaster, right?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Drawings from Life
For the drawing from life project in my portfolio the subject is going to be hands (not this one). Annoying part is that things from life are rather lifelike and everyone knows what the human body looks like, making mistakes obvious. This sketch is from last year and shows off my shortcomings that can only be remedied by more shading and practice. But anyway, I like drawing hands and hands shall be what I draw.
Curiosity

My first pastel piece since kindergarden turned out just fine. I continued with my "virtue/vice" series and went with Curiosity. This cute little cat (that EVERYONE thinks is a bloody rabbit) sits perched upon a brick wall, washing his paw after...a kill perhaps? Or maybe he's settling down for a nap. I don't know. I just know that he has found some happy medium of happiness. I have a smaller backstory for this young lad.
A man lived in an old, abandoned church that was fashioned later on into a laboratory focusing on gene splicing and DNA research. The professor (we'll call him) was working on a method of combining two unlike creatures and creating a hybrid. His findings were successful with birds and rats...but he wanted more.
One night, he was working late and grew tired. He heard a strange sound in the lab. Him, being curious, walked into the lab...tired and mindless. A cat had somehow gotten into the lab through a crack in the wall. Probably chasing a rat. He picked up the cat, but he knew not of where he stood. He was standing directly in the crosshairs of his machine.
The cat's eyes fumed with strange happiness. One of the monstrous rat/birds tripped the switch of the machine and...
the man was hit.
And thus, he is who he now is. For being too curious, he became a victim of his own experiment.
So that's his story.
I like the colors and Coach Stephenson said my masonry skills were superb. I also love the dreamy feel of the piece...but it seems way too loose...even for my standards.
I really like this piece, but...yea...I don't think/know it's not my best.
Comments wanted/appreciated.
Worry

This lovely oil painting is my first of its kind. I was literally "worried" while I was painting it, so it actually has some form of correlation with the actual photo.
I love the contrast, the sadness, and all the emotion that is conveyed in so little amount of colors.
I even created a backstory for my sad, disgruntled character that exists in my mind.
There was a man who was a Broadway actor. He worried about how his performance would come off to the other actors and audience. He would cry before shows and his wife would criticize him for doing so. He was indeed a sad man.
So the man was traveling home one night, sad, sad, and sadder he was. That performance that night was poorly recieved and critics put him down ever so. He cried and cried as he drove in the night. Rain pouring down. He couldn't see with his tear-filled eyes and his windshield wipers just weren't working up to speed...and...
he hit someone.
He was crying harder now. He knew not why this would trouble him so much in a few seconds, but yet...the man was worried. He stepped out into the cool, wet air and he saw who it was.
It was his wife.
She was out in the night going to look for a certain person... his suspicions of his wife being in an affair were true. She was on her way back home when the man hit her.
The man...fled the scene.
In his car, stained with her blood, he ran off the side of a cliff.
He died that night as well.
Except, he was revived by some force of nature that brought him back as a purplish-pale zombie-like creature. The blood tear symbolizes the tears that will forever stain his face over his wife's death and his own.
All because he worried.
So yeah. That's my story. Please enjoy and comment accordingly.
I love the contrast, the sadness, and all the emotion that is conveyed in so little amount of colors.
I even created a backstory for my sad, disgruntled character that exists in my mind.
There was a man who was a Broadway actor. He worried about how his performance would come off to the other actors and audience. He would cry before shows and his wife would criticize him for doing so. He was indeed a sad man.
So the man was traveling home one night, sad, sad, and sadder he was. That performance that night was poorly recieved and critics put him down ever so. He cried and cried as he drove in the night. Rain pouring down. He couldn't see with his tear-filled eyes and his windshield wipers just weren't working up to speed...and...
he hit someone.
He was crying harder now. He knew not why this would trouble him so much in a few seconds, but yet...the man was worried. He stepped out into the cool, wet air and he saw who it was.
It was his wife.
She was out in the night going to look for a certain person... his suspicions of his wife being in an affair were true. She was on her way back home when the man hit her.
The man...fled the scene.
In his car, stained with her blood, he ran off the side of a cliff.
He died that night as well.
Except, he was revived by some force of nature that brought him back as a purplish-pale zombie-like creature. The blood tear symbolizes the tears that will forever stain his face over his wife's death and his own.
All because he worried.
So yeah. That's my story. Please enjoy and comment accordingly.

Hello everyone! This piece is yet to be finished, however since we're all on a deadline, I'm giving a preview. The piece, so far, is only half of the face of a woman, and I'm proud to say it's turned out beautifully. However, I'm still debating what to do in the background, after I try Anna's inspiring idea of colorful hair. Any and all suggestions would be welcome. Thanks guys!
Monday, March 23, 2009
grains of flesh
my nature
This is a photograph i took to place into my breadth. I changed my entire concentration to photography so i would really like some opinions on my photos. This piece is supposed to be abstract in a sense. I wanted to portray the impact our footprints have on nature. How humans can truly effect nature and its future. I like the picture as it is..but am open to suggestions about editing. thanks for reading and considering my piece. --kate
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