Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Three Whole Eggs One Scrambled

A new tree was planted in the backyard just a few weeks ago. Excitingly, the tree now has a new resident. A few days back we noticed a nest with a metallic blue egg. A few hours later we noticed another one. Today there were four eggs (supposedly robins lay an egg a day), but as I was sitting outside I heard the robin go crazy, squawking, and making a fuss. I looked up and low and behold a crow had invaded her nest. I know that the crow was just following the cycle of life, but I have become quite attached to this mother robin so I shewed the crow off. Unfortunately, the crow got an egg but three remain. Here is another shot of those beautiful eggs.

The Very Life of Art

Life drawing has given me new perspective on the actual use of space. It is nearly impossible (at least for me) to just put line to an object. Contouring objects, I found, requires an extreme amount of patience working with details and angles to create realistic space and proportions. In trying to perfect an object, it is easy to lose the emotion or life in it. No wonder artists like Michelangelo, Picasso, Monet, and Escher are known the world over. While all four had four completely different styles they had the capability to bring life to their art. Contouring is the approach I first took to drawing. It is slow, technical, and while it can be nice to sit back and look at your work after you are finished, it can be quite a boring process and as stated earlier, can be some what lifeless. Here is an ink contour of corn I did within our first weeks of class.
Don't get me wrong, it is not completely a bore, drawing each little kernel showed me the different characteristics of each one. Pictures can still be good and sometimes quite unique with just the use of contour. I just thinks it falls a little flat without tone, maybe too stiff. However, Life Drawing opened me up to the wonderful world of gesturing! It is energetic, fast, and often times (for me anyway) allows for my emotion of the study to shine. I was never good at lightly gesturing. I always got too involved with the movement to worry about the darkness of my modeling. However, when we moved on to having to put contour to the gesture, I of course had to move to a harder/lighter pencil. Here is one of my first comprehendable figure gesture. It is a 30 second study.

As the class moved on throughout the weeks we were able to increase the time of our gestures to make them more "complete". Here are some of my favorite 3 to 5 minute studies.

I am sure there are some major technical errors (phooey on technicalities in art)in all of these gestures. But, what I like about these quick studies is that they are the starting point in which I am getting the idea of weight. You can not see the chair that she is sitting in, but the weight of the figure tells me that it's there. I am also getting more accurate with the twists and turns of the figure. Moving on through the class we began to study specific parts of the figure. Here is a a 3 minute feet gesture, it is my favorite of all the figure parts.

The left foot (right foot to the onlooker) seems to want to float away a bit but I like it still.
Nearing the end of the semester our model took to poses that would present challenges to the drawer. In this gesture our model is laying down and my view was severly foreshortened. Adding to this difficulty was her long flowy skirt she decided to wear instead of tights. I had the make the skirt look like a peice of clothing and not a big blob.

If anyone out there draws, then you know what I was faced with. It is a gesture that took me 20 minutes. It looks like a 3 minute gesture though. At first I hated this gesture, I thought it was a failure. At the 20 minute mark I should have technically had put some contour to the gesture. However, looking at this gesture now, it has become one of my favorites. It is almost abstract and I like the layout on the paper.
Here is another figure drawing, but this time, some contour has been added to the gesture. I didn't like this study at first either.

Again, there is that flowy skirt. This view presented a few challenges. Her chest was spread out and that knee wrapped in her skirt gave me the weirdest foreshortened view with an extreme twist in her hips. This was definitely a challenge. I HATED this at first, I wanted to throw it out, and I would have if my teacher had not stopped me. A few weeks later though, I scanned through my sketches and found this one again. I immediately like it then. Like the other figure from above, I think it is a bit abstract. Abstract is good (in my opinion).

Monday, May 14, 2007

Redneck Roadway

This picture was taken in Chattanooga as my mom and I were headed to Tunica. There is a joke out there: If you mow your yard and find a car, you might be a redneck. Ironically, as we were driving through Alabama another truck had just a mound of junk on it. We got the shot of it, but I was afraid that if the wind knock one thing lose the whole pile would crumble on to us. I am a southerner myself, but southern stereotypes give me some of the best laughs.

If My Diary Could Draw

This semester is over! Not only am I done with my pre-nursing courses, I learned A LOT about drawing. This is my final art project from my Life Drawing 1 class. I pushed myself hard in this class to make an "A" and it paid off. Hard work is bitter sweet and I am proud of myself. In case you are wondering, the assignment was to find a place one felt most safe in and a secret that you had kept only to yourself and put it in your drawing. My safe place was my diary, my secret--well it must remain a secret. I don't know if the picture is done yet or not. I have to think about it for awhile.


You wear your hypocrisy on your sleeve
Asking me to help buy your golden gadgets
As you slam the door in my face

What happened to the dreams of meager?
Skipping around across the world
With all of its gifts of enlightenment
Making you squeeze out all hazardous responsibilities from your soul

Another chance sacrificed to the highest standards of quality
Forking over all your childhood dreams
Fruit, succulent and crunchy as you wink to your starving squire
Wipe your fucking mouth or am I in the way?

I know your secret
While you stitch a beautiful pillow of denial
Go on, convince yourself


Maple leaves, yellow, rained down like rice
I never expected a fairytale nor has it been conceived
No not in three Falls--anniversary
And now, there are green leaves on the oak
And my heart springs forgiveness

Expect Anything

You’re quiet
Muddling around
Soaking up all my blankets
Silently, striping my decision to stay

Yes, you’ll always be able to say you tried
If appearances deem it so
While you safely tuck your guilt into a corner
Pruning all its grey leaves
Meanwhile, pushing me back across the threshold

Forgive me my dear, I don’t mean to point the finger at you
I’ll back up across the nicely drawn line—
Strap my tie on,
Tip my hat,
Show my crooked teeth,
And be your amusement
As you slip beyond the pines

Don’t worry, I don’t dare expect anything
You’ve done your job
Lowering my expectations
While you salivate your outlook to tunnel vision

Wrap me in and make me spit it out
Even so, you’re not the villain when you have a midget to pawn off the evidence
Besides, villains grin

Don’t stress
Your indecision makes your choice clear, I get it
I won’t shout it to where everyone can hear
I’ll harbor it beneath a white sheet of blame
Your mask will remain free from staining
I’ll bare the mark like a check on a list and give a curtsy
So you can cuddle and cling secretly to your fears