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Ah, I was graciously allowed three more days as my inside/outside coursework is so thin. I love it, but their sticking to the brass tacks and not letting me make up stuff is irritating; I can just about pull off humans dressed in ordinary clothes if I pretend they're members of my extended family. (hooray for Korean aunts!) and that I drew them from life, too. *le-sigh*
at least all this drawing of the photos means I really am getting better.
Oil pastels + Turpentine is awesome; not only does it mean I have quite a good, dependable medium I can lay down in chunks, but using the turps, I can even spread them like oil paints! art has never been so good for me. I hate using watercolours and acrylics after a while; I get too timid to lay the paintbrush to paper. maybe I'm just a stickler for using sticks/pencils of things. I can just about cope with charcoal and graphite and stuff, to the point my teachers thought at one point I was seriously monochromatic. I wasn't, but all the stuff they were making me use was irritating me because I couldn't control it. acrylics I can just about cope with, as they're fast drying (I'm a speed freak) and I could use small paintbrushes to lay down the detail. (the art department is used by all the school; twelve-year-olds have no concept of Paintbrush Preservation, ie, the skill to wash out their paint-clogged brushes before they dry and stiften and become unusable. which sucks when all the tiny paintbrushes are gone *sniffs*
I should actually research more people, and put them in my work; but all the people I like (Toshimi from Solid & ETC, people on Deviantart and suchlike) aren't exactly first in my teacher's minds. that, and DA has a very dim view of plagiarism; my art teachers actively encourage incorporating things from other artist's work to show that you have actually used the references. GAH.
Shane is wanting to go to an Anime Convention. the problem is, he told all the people at his college, and at his work, that he was going out with me. I'm not. *____* I broke it off two years ago, and he's told so many people that we are, it's almost as if he's trying to make general belief override it all. it's like he blanked out the minute or two of his life when I said "hey, shane. we're not going out. maybe in the future, we can try it again, but not now." ~_~;
I have a guy, his name is Joe. we're happy. I like him. he likes me. we play M:TG together. end of.
If Shane goes to the 'con and sees me and Joe holding hands, he'll get all jealous and possibly aggravated, might do something stupid in his anger, Joe might get a black eye or something and the 'con will be ruined.
I got Shane into Anime, but back when he and Vix hung out with me, they always clung to me like some sort of limpet. (I'm aware I do that to people too, but I hope it's to a lesser degree.) whenever I made moves to go talk to other people because they were talking amongst themselves about something I knew nothing about, they'd trail after me like a pair of goddamn chaperones. ARGH.
to sum up, I've just realized the theraputic (is it really spelled 'therapeutic'?) nature of LJs. I've been holding onto that last sentence of the final cut for several years now. ^^;
Ah, I was graciously allowed three more days as my inside/outside coursework is so thin. I love it, but their sticking to the brass tacks and not letting me make up stuff is irritating; I can just about pull off humans dressed in ordinary clothes if I pretend they're members of my extended family. (hooray for Korean aunts!) and that I drew them from life, too. *le-sigh*
at least all this drawing of the photos means I really am getting better.
Oil pastels + Turpentine is awesome; not only does it mean I have quite a good, dependable medium I can lay down in chunks, but using the turps, I can even spread them like oil paints! art has never been so good for me. I hate using watercolours and acrylics after a while; I get too timid to lay the paintbrush to paper. maybe I'm just a stickler for using sticks/pencils of things. I can just about cope with charcoal and graphite and stuff, to the point my teachers thought at one point I was seriously monochromatic. I wasn't, but all the stuff they were making me use was irritating me because I couldn't control it. acrylics I can just about cope with, as they're fast drying (I'm a speed freak) and I could use small paintbrushes to lay down the detail. (the art department is used by all the school; twelve-year-olds have no concept of Paintbrush Preservation, ie, the skill to wash out their paint-clogged brushes before they dry and stiften and become unusable. which sucks when all the tiny paintbrushes are gone *sniffs*
I should actually research more people, and put them in my work; but all the people I like (Toshimi from Solid & ETC, people on Deviantart and suchlike) aren't exactly first in my teacher's minds. that, and DA has a very dim view of plagiarism; my art teachers actively encourage incorporating things from other artist's work to show that you have actually used the references. GAH.
Shane is wanting to go to an Anime Convention. the problem is, he told all the people at his college, and at his work, that he was going out with me. I'm not. *____* I broke it off two years ago, and he's told so many people that we are, it's almost as if he's trying to make general belief override it all. it's like he blanked out the minute or two of his life when I said "hey, shane. we're not going out. maybe in the future, we can try it again, but not now." ~_~;
I have a guy, his name is Joe. we're happy. I like him. he likes me. we play M:TG together. end of.
If Shane goes to the 'con and sees me and Joe holding hands, he'll get all jealous and possibly aggravated, might do something stupid in his anger, Joe might get a black eye or something and the 'con will be ruined.
I got Shane into Anime, but back when he and Vix hung out with me, they always clung to me like some sort of limpet. (I'm aware I do that to people too, but I hope it's to a lesser degree.) whenever I made moves to go talk to other people because they were talking amongst themselves about something I knew nothing about, they'd trail after me like a pair of goddamn chaperones. ARGH.
to sum up, I've just realized the theraputic (is it really spelled 'therapeutic'?) nature of LJs. I've been holding onto that last sentence of the final cut for several years now. ^^;