ZAK ATTAK

I feel a huge thank you is in order, and what better way to do that than to make a post about it? :3

Thank you, so so much, Zach, for getting me to Art every day on time. Thank you for letting me use your phone for both taking pictures, 

and for your phone also being the model of my technology assignment.

Thank you for making me jealous at how phenomenal your talent is! I mean, c'mon, really? I have THAT to compare my art to? ->  So not fair.

(This post is....semi- art related, I guess)

Thank you for doing everything you do for me. Thank you for surprising me every day with notes, or with what I discover in my lunches. Thank you for meeting me at the most irrelevant places throughout the school day, and thank you for being on the same intellectual level with me. Thank you for our deep conversations, and thank you for our silly ones. Thank you for failing spanish with me, porque neither of us pay attention. Thank you for soooo much more mushy junk.

Thank you for being adorable, and thank you for being mine. And Much love,

Lex <3

I don't like portraits.

I don't like portraits. Plain and simple.

We've been working on this thing called "Tempera Batik", my dear viewer. (Chances are, if you're reading this, you're either Madame Kiick, or another HT Art student, so you're well aware of what I'm talking about.

I don't enjoy this assignment for one reason: You are your worst critic.

I learned that this statement is in fact true, through much irritation. At first, we had to re-create ourselves at a much larger scale than our original photo. That was hell enough. I get very frustrated very easy when it comes to art, and so many spots of my face were just not coming out how I had wanted. 


The shape of my face, for example. My chin just looked so off, for so long. I avoided it until I was finished with the rest of my face...BIG MISTAKE. It turns out, the reason it looked so wide and far from my lips, was because I had proportioned the entire face wrong. My eyes were up just a taaaaad bit too far, but that tad bit made a HUGE difference. I ended up having to re-do all of my face. Sounds fun, right?
Nope! I'm just thankful I could get work done 11th period.
  My biggest problem I could say was probably my eyes, but I now know how to draw eyes much more sufficiently. The placement, as I said, was all off. Plus, my amount of makeup had a big effect on the outcome:

Painting is a whole new story. A whole new level of frustration, rather.
I decided to try a blueish gray color, with a tint of green. Though I thought it would work when I saw the color pallete, on paper was a different story. The blue turned out more gray than I had hoped, and when I looked around, I noticed many pupils had picked a blue-esque color. I was convinced that blue wasn't for me.

I'm currently working on a brown, that I believe has what looks like the tiniest hint of yellow. I don't like painting much, when it comes to the shading of my face, especially when I only have intervals of 45 minutes every day to work on it. But I must say I'm enjoying the brown more than the blue, for sure. Looking at the other student's portraits that are a emerald green color, I'm strongly considering that as an option. Its a beautiful shade of green, and I would love painting my eyes with it.

As you can see, when I get bothered I get sloppy. The back painting is the one I am currently in progress with, apologies for it being in the back of the pile. (Blame the photographer--not me!)

This process that is very very time consuming, and I can't wait to see what the end result comes out as.

Lookin' back on the first MP, yo.

Beginning of the M.P to now? Compare the two? All there is to say is: WOW.

If you read one of the previously posted,(...well, posts) it's extremely easy to compare my attendance record.

If I were to even show up to Art class, I'd be about 15-20 minutes late, every time. But lately I've been a whole new me! Iv'e been on time to class (almost) every day, if not early. That itself has been a wild experience.

         Apart from the attendance aspect of art, I love and hate this class.

It's not the class I hate, I'm lying. It's my own aggravation at what my hands produce throughout the slim 45 minutes I have to release myself. I always feel pressed for time though, and like I'm trying to gain someone's approval through what I make. Of course I desire approval and positive criticism, but that's not why I make art, and I don't think anyone should make art for that reason only. It should be about calming ones self and expression. Which I love doing in this class. 

People need to appreciate more in life, and just slow down and notice things. I'm glad I'm learning to do this in art.

CRITICIZE ME!

So, as proud as I am to say it, yet frightened at the same time, my portrait is currently right in the middle of the Creative Arts blog! It makes me feel as though criticism will uproar to those who see the monster that is me, on paper. But I guess if you want to get noticed, what better way than to take an art class? 

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On a completely irrelevant note, I decided I really enjoy using blogger, and am going to make my own personal blog about my personal thoughts on a very personal level...that most likely no one will read. And that's the way, I suppose, I intend for it to go. 

The dates and times on Blogger are completely schtupid.

Based solely on the fact that the pictures I have taken of my art are not all filling my mailbox in the order the art was created, this blog is out of order.
For now, I jump to the topic of TECHNOLOGY. 


~Technology is defined as: the making, usage, and knowledge of tools, machines, techniques, crafts, systems, or methods of organization in order to solve a problem or perform a specific function.
     BUT!
Technology is defined by myself as: something that society can no longer go a day without. 
Almost everything is now functioned based on it. It's as if people have wires instead of veins these days.
   So, when we were told we needed to do an assignment on our own by the end of the marking period, theme being Technology, it was a struggle to wrap my mind around one idea for this task.
   Though it was planned to be a whole new post entirely, I suppose I'll just say in a simple manner now: I like my art to have deeper meaning than what it appears to have. For example, some pages for my book were emotions cast into the running watercolors, and the decision to draw the apple browning represented how my failure in getting to class had effected not only my grade, but my character. 
   Thus, with the topic being technology, and a blank canvas in mind to do with whatever I please, I had thought long and hard. Until eventually, I finally thought what I feel will be a great art accomplishment on my own part.
   I will be drawing a cell phone, graciously lent to me by someone very special. The cellphone looks like a basic modern phone: screen and buttons all visible at once. The phone, when recreated, will be protruded by the blade of a knife, cracks through the screen, and a puddle of blood developing underneath. Let your mind wander with that one. I admit, I am very very excited to see the outcome of this plan.
                              The cell phone, taken at different angles:

Thanks again, Zach, for letting me use your cell phone time & time again for art :3

Fruity Fruit is Fruity.

Through an extremely slow process, I managed to finish my fruit plate drawing. In all honesty, I was very disappointed in myself for how...simply uncared for it looks. To continue with the honesty train, I must tell, I didn't care for it at all. Fruit is so...well, simple, yes. Bland is in the same definition. And it just couldn't grasp my care. I feel Mrs. Kiick didn't care for it's boring frame, either. I can see why completely.
            (Pictures taken will be posted soon)
Well, by the time I had decided to get my act together, to put it, I had missed drawing the whole red apple completely. Thus, Mrs. Kiick had me work on the cut open Granny Smith instantly. By the time I started recreating the cut fruit onto my paper, (and a lovely piece of paper it was), the apple was browning and tender. I thought it were appropriate to draw the apple as I had actually seen it.

You can see the uncared for orange & fruit
drawing here, with whole red apples    _______






Final colored drawing of the cut Granny Smith 
                                                                        ____

(more pictures taken of this art and more will be posted sooner than later)


UPDATE: Because I can no longer work on my portrait in 11th period, (due to the fact that' paint' and 'library' don't flow together too well), I am going to be drawing the whole red apple during that time. [Pictures of this process will be posted, as well.]

Random thoughts

~I can easily say I've grown quite fond of blogger quite fast. It's like a better, more intellectual version of facebook. It's not hard to see that most bloggers try to appear more educational than they really are. This, however, is actually how I think and the style I write in. How I communicate verbally, though, is certainly not at all the same.

~It's easier for me to express myself through writing, than anything else. Whether I'm writing an essay, my thoughts, or something as simple as a text, I can express myself better in doing so, rather than talking.
~I am proud to say, as sad as it is, I have shown up on time for school the past few days. It honestly helps and I feel cleansed as soon as I step into the Art room on time.
~Though I am just now starting to attempt my hardest at being a better me, not just in waking up, but being a generally "new" me, I can see this is a process. I must catch up on the drawings in art, and as I look at the other student's work, I can say, I do feel ashamed that if I had been in class, maybe my creations would be more careful and exquisite.
~Honestly, whether I'm in class or not, I feel like the drawing process is being rushed, and it aches to know that what I hand in at the end of the day is not as good as it could be if I had more time.
~I am in a calm and happy state right now, this could have both positive and negative results onto my artwork.
~Lets just see where this all leads me, and if I'm still here by the end of the school year.

Credits.

It seems as though I'm probably going to no longer receive credits for this Art course, if I'm even aloud to stay in it. I go to the class about 2 out of 5 schooldays it seems, and of those two days, I am on time to neither. This isn't because of lack of interest. I very much enjoy my class, and love expressing myself.
    Why else would you join an art class?
All I can really say in the matter is that I have no desire to be dropped. I wish I had enough will power to get to school on time. Yet, like I have said, this art class is helping me discover myself. I've discovered what I already had known: I am lazy and have almost no self motivation. I am aware I will be dropped. I am aware I don't want to be absent from class or tardy every day. I am aware I get into trouble with the school, my father, and those who care enough to show interest. Yet I still don't show up to one of my favorite classes, only because of the early hour.
    Though I'm not present enough to finish a simple drawing of fruit, Im absent enough to know that I am a symbol of irrresponsibility. And I know myself well enough to know that this pattern isn't going to stop.

Hey Look, Youre on my blog page.

Somehow or another, you found my "art blog". I care about this blog, just as much as I have to.

When I make art, I dont look to the world for criticism, for I know what I am capable of.

Though, I am told to make a blog with posts and pictures and all that junk about my junk.

So lucky lucky you, you get to stalk through my experiences in this art class.

I hope you like what you see.