Hello! August is here now.
What is up world?!
I've been sick with a bad cold for the last few weeks.
Pretty much asleep for most of that time.
People are like why are you wearing a scarf in the middle of the summer?
Yes I was terribly cold then hot then cold then hot hot cold.
Finally starting to feel better.
Yay!
No more feeling like its Antarctica. Goodbye chills and fevers.
Fatigue, and grumpyness.

One of these days I'll have to share why I have this weird
 unconventional superstition of why I don't like to go to the doctor.
 It's pretty much my creative active imagination ran rampant.
It won't come true but I have this strange belief it is totally true.

Now Now I'm getting back to drawing and painting!
And writing of course sometime this week for sure.




























































These are throw backs of pre-art school work. When I graduated highschool I did my basic core classes at the local community college for about 2 1/2 hrs. Then transferred to art school, the Academy of Art University online at the middle of sophomore year. These pieces were done my freshman year of college 2009-2010 when I was 18 years old.

The other week I was looking for something in my external hardrive. I have 2 of them. The first one I have my sister gave me for my 18th birthday. There are years worth of stuff so I dug into some of the first files on the device. It was shocking what I found.







I was thinking man girl! You need art school in your life! You aren't as good as your ego is telling you. You pretty much suck. One conversation I had with a fellow artist recently at the drawing group is the better your understanding as an artist and the art improves the more and more humbler and a tad bit insecure you get about your work. When you first start out it's like you bursting from the brim with confidence that you are the greatest artist that has walked this earth. And can't help but show off your paintings.

It's either you learn this humble approach practice or not. The best way is a healthy dose and balance of both being humble and self confident. When you are one of those conceited artists you'll find you won't have any artist friends...unless they are the same way. Kudos to people like that who band together.




When I saw this stuff especially the early figure drawings I laughed so hard. I was supposedly the best artist in my class. It seems like now I put more attention to the background! The subject matter in this case the figure does not pop out more than the background. Anyways when I saw these tears streamed out of my eyes. It was a silent laughter because I didn't want to disturb my neighbors and have them think oddly of me. Wtf is she doing by herself laughing not being on the phone or having the tv on like in the middle of the night.

To add more comedy in my life. It was the one day I didn't have on my usual waterproof eyeliner makeup on. When I went to go take my contacts out for the day I saw it in the bathroom mirror. Eyeliner was smudged around my eyes in a somewhat tear streaked fashion. Did not help that I rubbed my eyes at some point to try to wipe the tears but made the makeup smudging worse!





Over-dramatization examples above
 of the events that happened. 




It's like when one takes a step back a lot of improvement had been made. Art School really did push me to become a better artist. AAU is one of the toughest art schools in the US.  At times the growth would hurt and be a bit painful but the drive, enthusiasm and willingness to improve helped me grow as an artist and a person. If I gave up then or became complacent I would've still sucked. At times I still suck but not as much. And then the people who believed in me! Like wow. Thank you y'all are amazingly awesome~

Bone drawing from my Drawing 1 Class. Worst class I ever took
The negative energy in that class was strong! Another story for another time


I took a perspective class in the summer semester. Was still 17 when I started college. 















A couple of my characters named after colors.
Chaud Noir or Warm Black on the left 
and Mirage Grey to the right. Both villains in the 
Color based characters I've made. 


























The moment you realize something is a mere coincidence but it doesn't seem like it. Sometimes one gets in the same wavelength as certain people and it turns out you do similar things and post them without realizing.
It was funny today one of my good friends I don't see her often but anytime I think about texting or calling her and don't do it; she either pops up to visit me or texts me first. Strange coincidences when you get on the wavelength with certain people.







































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Sheeseh it's been awhile.
The smell of second wind.
80% Espresso 20% milk. Cappuccino
Topped with homegrown
Chocolate Mint plant leaves.
Yum.
Mint is my favorite flavor.

 I've been playing too much RPG like Ni no Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch.
Plugged in about 31 hours into the game in an almost 3 week span. Excellent game. :) Nowhere near finished.

But yet I have been up to a lot and yet I barely write or take photos about my adventures.
Balancing work and life and been out and about and home at the same time.








It has helped to recharge the creative batteries.
This was not what I had originally planned to write but those topics will be released at some point.















Friends and acquaintances are surprised I like plants. When some go over to my house, I have been pushed into having botanical garden tours. Whoo! tour at my apartment. Yes I practically have plants in almost every room. And have been dubbed a crazy plant lady. Can't really have dogs or pets. Really want a dog but can't at this moment. Its conflicting I go back and forth but yet I do not want to pay to replace the carpet when I move. (There is a few big stories about that issue. In the past my folks had to.) I have already accepted not getting part of my deposit back with all the holes I poked and punched into the wall with all my decorative pictures.

The work of an electric screwdriver. 
With plants I don't get in too deep engrossing conversations about them. I pretty much just like house plants.

Simply just place them where they like and give them water and watch them grow.

Natural air purifiers. Balances all the nasty stuff I work with.
I'll get into detail what I have when I do a studio tour of my place sometime whenever.
Randomness and  to name a few I have 8 orchid plants.

At times when I want to yap, or get stuck or have difficulties or need advice, one of my good friends is a professional florist. :>



The last few weeks the poor thing was leaning
on this extra mop I have.


Back in the middle of April I was in Santa Fe and I bought this tiny tomato plant. It was 3-5 inches tall. I don't remember but it was pretty small and I thought it was going to yield cherry tomatoes or something. Dead wrong. Now it is a towering 5ft plant growing close to 6ft. I am only 5' 2 and its been taller than me for quite some time. Honestly if I knew it was going to be that big I don't think I would of bought it. Too late to go back now.

The amazing thing is that it grew to be that big in it's original container. Today I transplanted it into another pot so it could have more room. I'm anxious to see how much more it'll grow. Up to the ceiling? I feel like jack and the beanstalk. One little bean thingy turned ginormous. How far will it go? Will there be an end? When will I get tomatoes? I've had several buds blossom.

The first few weeks I wasn't paying attention how quickly it was growing. I didn't notice. Put it in a sunny place and next thing I knew it was 18 inches. A foot and a half. So I got a stake for it, a curtain rung or something. Throughout the months I would show my florist friend the tomato plant and she would give me her thoughts like that is cool and such and that I really am a horticulturist and doing a lot despite not really being knowledgeable. Finally one of these times she said after it got to be bigger than my yard stick she was impressed it grew indoors because she explained they are outdoor plants and love to be outside. She didn't think it was possible to grow it indoors! And didn't want to let me down so she didn't say anything for a long time.







Yay! It is done. Almost complete. I'm not good with building stuff 
so the grate will be built another day. 



































Here are some sketches and some Portrait group paintings I have done in the last couple of months. Scary thing I have way more. It still amazes me as an artist that it can all start with just a doodle, some dots, colors a few lines and it becomes something much more. Every finished painting starts out simple and morphs and transforms to what you may desire or turn out completely different than imagined.

I've always liked to play with falling figures 
and gravity. These are just thumbnail sketches 
from imagination. 


Sorry excuse my delays in posting in an unpredictable format. It is tiring around this time of year,  getting sick a lot if there are a lot of local forest fires. It activates my worst pollen/dust allergies like nausea, laryngitis, fatigue and at the worst I'm bedridden for a day or two, or even more at times.  I love and hate summer at the same time. There have been a few times I didn't even go near and missed the drawing group because I knew I would get extremely sick if I ventured into that  area.
Some stuff I can quickly sketch on my phone. I have another phone which maybe I'll talk about what it is later. Years have passed and I haven't decided which paint app I like the best. So I just use whatever. These next sketches are done in the Autodesk sketchbook app. 














Photoshop and Corel bunch 













Ugh and then this one. I put it down and pick it up again. To me it doesn't seem like an interesting painting and nothing really seems to be going on. Like an underlying narrative story. Meh. One of these days it'll become something cool. It is based off of the song Silent Spring by Massive Attack. 



By itself it looks decent. But it just needs more. To make it more interesting. That extra ommph to it. Just not there yet. 





It all started 05/06 I think. 




Idk for some reason I like to start to paint the hair first to 
frame the face and then work my way in. 





I did like 3 weeks of bad paintings before I made strides in artistic progress. The model couldn't make it so we painted a fellow portrait group attendee Jim.







I never finished the painting. Somehow I lost the painting. Remembered why I don't take out one of my easels, while fumbling with it I lost the painting inbetween taking my equipment to the car and the Garagemajal. To this day a month later I don't remember what happened to the painting. I searched the car and majal on another day. 



And then this one in the first week of June I believe.
I like to take pictures of my progress when painting. Also it
helps to compare proportions seeing it differently on the phone/ipod or camera.












One subject of study that is still intriguing I have yet to learn to utilize more effectively is how a certain color can look different if it is by a certain other color. 
One example until I changed the color of the background the skin tone didn't look as orangey violet anymore. It is difficult to convey this concept in words. 





This was done the other week. We had to cancel this past week. Something you hear over and over is don't fall in love with you paintings. Don't fall for a certain aspect of a painting and have the rest of the painting look like crap. It is hard but after messing up and throwing paint around and struggling, In the last hour boldly decided it is best to wipe the canvas clean and start over. It was for the better. As my mentor says if your drawing is terrible the painting is going to be terrible. As long as I come out  with a decent sketch from the 3 hours we have I'm happy. 



After wiping the canvas I had a fresh start to refocus with no pressure and frustration. 















I've been collecting brushes for about 10 years now and finally pinpointed what types of brushes I really like to use. Bristle are the best in my opinion. I don't like smooth blended paintings. Doesn't work for me. Others can pull it off elegantly. 
What I like
Bristle
Short and thin bristles so not much paint can be loaded on.
Helps with my paint handling and precision.
I stopped counting how many brushes I have but it is quite a handful.
My favorite brushes.
Found these in the $1 clearance bin at an art store called
Artisan Santa Fe. Brushes don't have to be fancy or new to get them to work. :)

Favorite kind of paint brand. Hoblein. Only comes in small tubes of  20ml and 40ml. Kind of pricey.
I don't make that much to support my habit in expensive paint. I love how vibrant the colors are. Most
of the paint sketches I start with the Alizarin Crimson. It looks more of a burnt umber color but starting with
warm colors really help make it pop subtlety. My favorite colors are in the cool scheme of colors. Working the opposite end of the color wheel the compliments makes your go wow what is going on here!
Like christmas colors Green and Red or the Denver Broncos football team colors Orange and Blue. They are opposites, they don't go together but when utilized properly they create harmony and stand out boldly.