bad teenage 'art'
Random shit, because I am bored. (I'll answer that meme post later.)
The evolution of Laura, visually.
These are some scans of my sketchbook from middle/high school. I've been converting these to digital format because the poor sketchbook is totally falling apart. Warning: large images and bad teenage "art."
These scans kind of suck, because the sketchbook doesn't fit my scanner, so I have to scan these in parts and merge them in photoshop. Also, most of them are scattered with glitter, which scans as ugly black dots. Sorry.
There's no real reason to post these, aside from narcissism, and well, endless recurring dreams about this time of my life which I'm trying to resolve and move on from by focusing on/dealing/processing/understanding etc.
You can click any of these for a larger version, if for some inexplicable reason you are so inclined.
I remember decorating this with these little image-imprinted markers. I think they were Sarah's.
It was an assignment to draw your shoe. I was such a little grunge kid. Kurt Cobain must've done wonders for that shoe company.
I was 12 or 13 when I drew this. It's based on a poster that hung next to my bed, under my window.
Basically just a scribble, based on the X-Files and the Simpsons. Danielle was giving me ideas. I'd guess we were 13.
Similar to the previous. I drew it, but Danielle had most of the ideas. It's our history teacher as a zombie, Darin Morgan as the flukeman, Danielle and her family (including her cats) fleeing her house and escaping on a boat, the lightning kid from X-Files electrocuting the band Rancid, and aliens abducting the Tyrannosaurus from Noah's Ark.
The assignment was to draw something melting. This humpty-dumpty lamp sat in my room, and seemed eminently draw-able.
The assigment was "illustrate a line from your favorite song." God, I was so predictable.
"Take something new and make it look old." It was a brand new Han Solo doll. Always a sci-fi dork, wasn't I?
"Something in motion." Alice in Chains, drawn from a photo. The only time I seriously attempted to draw them; I was afraid to ever draw Layne Staley or Kurt Cobain, because I knew I could never get them right.
This one is horrible. It's only half-finished; I quit part of the way through because I knew it was unsaveable.
"Something exploding." What better than a barbie doll? This was drawn so lightly that I had to fuck with the contrast to make it visible; sorry.
This might be my favorite thing that I've drawn. I was 14. The text at the bottom says "'The best thing I've ever drawn' - Laura 'Dull and lifeless' - Danielle." She was referring to the eyes. I was hurt. Whatever. I was so proud of it, but it's not really that good, and the eyes do suck.
It was a party at Jeff's house, and I was sitting on the couch in his basement staring at this boy and his girlfriend and feeling alone and left out. We might've been watching the NIN closure video at the time. Darkly romantic lines from love songs are scrawled within. I was 15.
This is better than I remembered. This photo used to hang over my bed.
This is shortly before my 16th birthday. It was the first time I'd had a group of friends, and I loved them all. So I drew them. Then I drew myself, inadvertently (perhaps subconsciously) separate. I was contemplating "going goth," but hadn't yet. (I wanted to, I wanted to feel pretty and attractive, but I'd spent years feeling like the most repulsive thing on the planet, in gigantic oversize jeans and tshirts every day.)
You can tell my thoughts from the quotes in the corner:
"I don't need your hate. I'll decide my fate.
You cannot sedate all the things you hate." - Marilyn Manson
"Just decide you want to be a certain way and go on. You end up being a little more free because of it. In doing so, you're expressing yourself as an individual, not necessarily as a group. It may produce rage and happiness, but it will keep you alive inside." - Eddie Vedder.
And six months later I dressed goth, but had no friends.
I was unhappy with this one:
Ugh.
Scrawlings over summer vacation 1998. I remember sitting in my living room and drawing this. The idea being that love is an illusion, or whatever. I had fallen hard for this boy and... yeah. (This was BEFORE the relationship. Christ, no wonder it didn't work out.)
The small text says "Danielle is in Puerto Rico so I can't call her which sucks because I want to talk about Aaron & maybe I should call him but it would be awkward & he's probably not there anyway. Maybe I'll call Sarah except she's supposed to call me back and she doesn't care anyway." Yeah, she really didn't. Wow, I'm still bitter about that.
So literal.
So very, very literal. I drew this on my 16th birthday.
Ugh. Also on my birthday.
Fanart! I'm fond of this, though. I turned red watercolors into bloody splotches. :)
And this was the winter after that summer and I wanted to die.
The last thing I ever drew that I liked. Five minute Trent--I scrawled it out because I was never happy with the other one, and liked the sad look.
It was something to draw. Kind of a pathetic finale to my artistic pretentions.
The evolution of Laura, visually.
These are some scans of my sketchbook from middle/high school. I've been converting these to digital format because the poor sketchbook is totally falling apart. Warning: large images and bad teenage "art."
These scans kind of suck, because the sketchbook doesn't fit my scanner, so I have to scan these in parts and merge them in photoshop. Also, most of them are scattered with glitter, which scans as ugly black dots. Sorry.
There's no real reason to post these, aside from narcissism, and well, endless recurring dreams about this time of my life which I'm trying to resolve and move on from by focusing on/dealing/processing/understanding etc.
You can click any of these for a larger version, if for some inexplicable reason you are so inclined.
I remember decorating this with these little image-imprinted markers. I think they were Sarah's.
It was an assignment to draw your shoe. I was such a little grunge kid. Kurt Cobain must've done wonders for that shoe company.
I was 12 or 13 when I drew this. It's based on a poster that hung next to my bed, under my window.
Basically just a scribble, based on the X-Files and the Simpsons. Danielle was giving me ideas. I'd guess we were 13.
Similar to the previous. I drew it, but Danielle had most of the ideas. It's our history teacher as a zombie, Darin Morgan as the flukeman, Danielle and her family (including her cats) fleeing her house and escaping on a boat, the lightning kid from X-Files electrocuting the band Rancid, and aliens abducting the Tyrannosaurus from Noah's Ark.
The assignment was to draw something melting. This humpty-dumpty lamp sat in my room, and seemed eminently draw-able.
The assigment was "illustrate a line from your favorite song." God, I was so predictable.
"Take something new and make it look old." It was a brand new Han Solo doll. Always a sci-fi dork, wasn't I?
"Something in motion." Alice in Chains, drawn from a photo. The only time I seriously attempted to draw them; I was afraid to ever draw Layne Staley or Kurt Cobain, because I knew I could never get them right.
This one is horrible. It's only half-finished; I quit part of the way through because I knew it was unsaveable.
"Something exploding." What better than a barbie doll? This was drawn so lightly that I had to fuck with the contrast to make it visible; sorry.
This might be my favorite thing that I've drawn. I was 14. The text at the bottom says "'The best thing I've ever drawn' - Laura 'Dull and lifeless' - Danielle." She was referring to the eyes. I was hurt. Whatever. I was so proud of it, but it's not really that good, and the eyes do suck.
It was a party at Jeff's house, and I was sitting on the couch in his basement staring at this boy and his girlfriend and feeling alone and left out. We might've been watching the NIN closure video at the time. Darkly romantic lines from love songs are scrawled within. I was 15.
This is better than I remembered. This photo used to hang over my bed.
This is shortly before my 16th birthday. It was the first time I'd had a group of friends, and I loved them all. So I drew them. Then I drew myself, inadvertently (perhaps subconsciously) separate. I was contemplating "going goth," but hadn't yet. (I wanted to, I wanted to feel pretty and attractive, but I'd spent years feeling like the most repulsive thing on the planet, in gigantic oversize jeans and tshirts every day.)
You can tell my thoughts from the quotes in the corner:
"I don't need your hate. I'll decide my fate.
You cannot sedate all the things you hate." - Marilyn Manson
"Just decide you want to be a certain way and go on. You end up being a little more free because of it. In doing so, you're expressing yourself as an individual, not necessarily as a group. It may produce rage and happiness, but it will keep you alive inside." - Eddie Vedder.
And six months later I dressed goth, but had no friends.
I was unhappy with this one:
Ugh.
Scrawlings over summer vacation 1998. I remember sitting in my living room and drawing this. The idea being that love is an illusion, or whatever. I had fallen hard for this boy and... yeah. (This was BEFORE the relationship. Christ, no wonder it didn't work out.)
The small text says "Danielle is in Puerto Rico so I can't call her which sucks because I want to talk about Aaron & maybe I should call him but it would be awkward & he's probably not there anyway. Maybe I'll call Sarah except she's supposed to call me back and she doesn't care anyway." Yeah, she really didn't. Wow, I'm still bitter about that.
So literal.
So very, very literal. I drew this on my 16th birthday.
Ugh. Also on my birthday.
Fanart! I'm fond of this, though. I turned red watercolors into bloody splotches. :)
And this was the winter after that summer and I wanted to die.
The last thing I ever drew that I liked. Five minute Trent--I scrawled it out because I was never happy with the other one, and liked the sad look.
It was something to draw. Kind of a pathetic finale to my artistic pretentions.
