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~
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| 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 |
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| 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.
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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