Sunday, April 29, 2012

Final Project 2

On Friday I worked on and finished my grid drawing for my pastels. I hated it and tossed it. This weekend I started another using an old cover of a Free People catalog. I'm almost done and excited to get to color.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Final Project

It's been a while. Feels good to be back. I will be focusing on visual art for my independent project, mainly water colors and water based pastels. Im interested in faces and odd use of color. For the past three days I've been looking at the art of contemporary artists that I admire such as Micheal Shapcott and Pakayla Biehn as well as photographs using instagram, of The Carstales, a colorful river in Colombia and japansese ink art. On the first day I sketched a picture of my cousin that I took using a disposable camera app on my iphone. I realized that I needed practice drawing faces accuratly and to scale and so on the second day I grided another picture of my cousin that I took. That day I did a quick charcoal drawing of the picture. I liked the messiness of the charcoal but hated its blandness. I did a watercolor version of the grid drawing using a grid as well but only outlined the figure the second time. Yesterday I started a grid for a pastel version. Im trying to figure out what medium I like the most. To be honest, I did not get much done yesterday. I have to figure out a way to post pictutes from my iPhone and I'll be back.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Expressionism

Expressionism is raw. It striped away all formality people were used to in art. Key was no longer important in music, movement in dance, plot and character development in theater, beauty in poetry. Expressionism is sound, visuals and emotion in it's simplest form. So simple that it becomes complex. Every dance step, every plot point, and every note is drawn out and repeated. What you feel becomes more important than what is there. Expressionism undresses the disguises and symbolism in art. Anger is anger, angst is angst. The nakedness of the art becomes uncomfortable.There is no beating around the bush, no ideas to talk around. Everything is out there in the open, exposed and ugly. Expressionism is gothic and horrific.