A little art, an incredible amount of rambling.
I remain with little to no content about my real life to post; the most exciting thing I did today was paint my nails fluorescent orange and watch the president talk on TV. (I worked all day, so that indictment isn't as damning as it could be.)
Here is some more art. Rambling under
The aforementioned 'Arthur in his underwear' picture. I have so much anxiety about this image; it's essentially if you were to take all of my insecurities about my artwork and fling them onto one painting, this would be it. I am consistently terrible at perspective in a way which goes beyond simple ignorance into some kind of stubborn unwillingness on my brain's behalf to wrap itself around the way perspective works. I mostly managed to cheat my way out of it on this image, but the errors are glaring enough to me. Not to mention the anatomy errors, which are pretty fantastic as well.
I hate drawing bricks and wood flooring and managed to do both, here. I struggled with how much detail to put out the windows, as I wanted to maintain a sense of atmosphere, and I'm not sure what I came up with works. I realized halfway through painting that I had no idea what time of day I had originally intended this to be, because I seemed to have drawn several different things with several different implied depths of shadow. WHOOPS. And also, hello Hyacinth Blue. I did not intend for you to dominate this image so much - it was quite neutral for a while, until I decided it ought to be dawn and then it turned into a purple masterpiece, as usual. I cannot decide how irritated I am by that. On the one hand, it looks good, it appeals to me. On the other hand, jesus, it is in everything I do. The next painting I do will have NO HYACINTH BLUE IN IT. None at all. And Cyclamen neither.
Probably my favorite part of this is his hands, or his extended (right) leg. Get a haircut, Arthur. Also I am really insecure about the fact that I ALWAYS make people skinnier than I ought, due to the fact that I am very skinny and I live with a very skinny man who I frequently use as pose reference/he populates my brainspace when I draw, apparently. Maybe I am just being weird. Have I rambled enough? I think so, yes.
Materials used were graphite, concentrated watercolor, acrylic, India ink, & colored pencil on Stonehenge paper. My beloved, discontinued Stonehenge. I will weep when you are gone; you take so much abuse, so willingly.
Here is some more art. Rambling under
The aforementioned 'Arthur in his underwear' picture. I have so much anxiety about this image; it's essentially if you were to take all of my insecurities about my artwork and fling them onto one painting, this would be it. I am consistently terrible at perspective in a way which goes beyond simple ignorance into some kind of stubborn unwillingness on my brain's behalf to wrap itself around the way perspective works. I mostly managed to cheat my way out of it on this image, but the errors are glaring enough to me. Not to mention the anatomy errors, which are pretty fantastic as well.
I hate drawing bricks and wood flooring and managed to do both, here. I struggled with how much detail to put out the windows, as I wanted to maintain a sense of atmosphere, and I'm not sure what I came up with works. I realized halfway through painting that I had no idea what time of day I had originally intended this to be, because I seemed to have drawn several different things with several different implied depths of shadow. WHOOPS. And also, hello Hyacinth Blue. I did not intend for you to dominate this image so much - it was quite neutral for a while, until I decided it ought to be dawn and then it turned into a purple masterpiece, as usual. I cannot decide how irritated I am by that. On the one hand, it looks good, it appeals to me. On the other hand, jesus, it is in everything I do. The next painting I do will have NO HYACINTH BLUE IN IT. None at all. And Cyclamen neither.
Probably my favorite part of this is his hands, or his extended (right) leg. Get a haircut, Arthur. Also I am really insecure about the fact that I ALWAYS make people skinnier than I ought, due to the fact that I am very skinny and I live with a very skinny man who I frequently use as pose reference/he populates my brainspace when I draw, apparently. Maybe I am just being weird. Have I rambled enough? I think so, yes.
Materials used were graphite, concentrated watercolor, acrylic, India ink, & colored pencil on Stonehenge paper. My beloved, discontinued Stonehenge. I will weep when you are gone; you take so much abuse, so willingly.