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 
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(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.