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Under tight deadlines and a strict schedule, our AP Art class was instructed to create 10 original pieces--in a week's time. This project was the most time consuming school related thing I've ever done. Every night i worked tirelessly on completing as least one piece, and adding it to my amounting collection. I did this every night for a week, and in the end all came out well.

     The concepts that my work was based upon were in many ways original and inspired great creativity, this was new to me. I was free to do whatever I wanted as long as it in some way related back to the word I was provided with. To create my art, I utilized a variety of materials. I used: charcoal, colored pencils, watercolor pencils, pen, permanent marker, collage, etc. After I completed the project and handed it over to be graded, I looked back at what I had done and what I had learned. I learned how to manage my time, how to create good work in a short time, and how to take something simple and spin it into a complex, thought provoking images. 

     My portfolio has also been impacted by this project. I have, in essence, decided on either drawing/mark-making or 2D Design. I feel comfortable with my decision, and with the work I have created. But, if i were able to improve one thing, I'd improve the overall complexity of my 10 pieces. Although some were overwhelming complex and beautiful, some lacked character and maintained a drab appearance. With the addition of a bit of complexity my collection would have came to life, reached out, and tugged on your heartstrings.

The Lay of the Land

Some aspects of art escape me: the flowing reflections of water, translucency of glass, and soft edges of cloud, and the texture of life. Utilizing these things adds emotion and drama to the art it appears in. With each brushstroke, or pencil's scratch, and artist can create a masterpiece from nothing. This apparition is the pursuit of all creative souls, and is only trapped by the great. Hopefully, one day, we will all attain that greatness...

AP ART 2010

Trite...

Yes, I know eyes seem to dominate the sketchbooks of troubled young artists everywhere. But there is something interesting that happens when you draw the windows to the soul--the eyes. The glassy surface and reflected sight surrounded by a fringe of lashes seems to capture your gaze, an hold it captive. I've never been particularly good at drawing eyes, but I hope to improve. However trite it may be, I'll still fill some of my pages with pensive eyes

A World I Know Nothing Of...

Abstract. The word, the style, and the idea seems just out of reach for me. The use of varying color, shape, and light is unique and full of misconstrued knowledge. Emotion flows off the canvas in a way that conventional art can not compete with. My conventional brain cannot comprehend the seemingly random style regraded as abstract, yet somehow it connects with me. To the right is a painting I found on www.fineartamerica.com. It incorporates all the aspects of abstract art, and melts them together to create a fine piece of art, that even I can enjoy.

Multitasking

Last year, I took two drawing classes, design, and photography. As a result, each element has bleached into the others--tainting and skewing them. Mostly elements of design and drawing have altered others and created a melting pot in my mind. 

Drawings like the one below peak an interest in my altered state of mind, and I critique them in my head. Angles, color, drama, detail. They all are taken into account, and are represented in a well thought out space. I really like this drawing from an interior design magazine because I connect with it, and could see myself living in a space like it someday.

Hatred!

Beyond all else, I hate drawing textures. Crosshatching and other techniques for creating the feeling of an objects surface are tedious and i despise the very thought of them. However, with practice and guidance, someday I may be able to wield these techniques as a tool within my artistic arsenal.

I found this sample of texturing on an artistic practice site

Better Than Me

Personally, I enjoy doing portraiture. Capturing a person's essence on paper is both fulfilling, and rewarding. Seeing the light in a man's eyes, and etching that brightness onto paper is one of the greatest of all earth feelings. I've investigated others who also enjoy portraits, and who are much better than me. I found their work to be awe-inspiring and beautiful. One day, i hope to be able to do what they do and to be a real artist.

Chris Brown - Crawl

Sticking to the inspirational music aspects of the artistic lifestyle, I have discovered a new song that I love, and the accompanying music video I love even more. The dance moves, and the artistic licenses used by the producer were original, and captivating. Although I don't know how I can mimic the effects used, I feel inspired to do so sometime soon

The White Panda

www.whitepanda.com

In the past I have mostly wandered down the mainstream fork of the musical experience, but more recently I've ventured down the curvaceous and adventurous fork. On this exploration, I discovered a new genre of music. It mixes old school classics, with new school beats. With these tunes in my ear, I am inspired to try other things, and think with a different mindset. It's hard to explain, but direct your ears toward this new style and maybe you'll understand. Warning, though, some of the lyrics on this site may be explicit. Enjoy!  

Fishin' In the Valley

     After a family fishing trip to La Farge, in Eastern Wisconsin, I feel like a breath of fresh air has been blown into my life. Although I didnt bring along a sketchbook to capture the beauty, I will never forget it. The green valleys, the marbled escarpments, and the bristled pines have been etched into my mind. While on a canoe trip down the Kickapoo River, a family member snapped this image of the rural outdoors:
     Although no art was created on the trip, I feel that the journey has impacted my artistic view and style. The blacks and reds have faded from my mind, and cool natural colors have rush in--filling a long empty void. I don't know how to explain it, but it's a feeling I'm not willing to part with anytime soon.

Post-Plein Air

While at the competition, I had begun a second piece for submission but ran out of time and therefore, completion was impossible. I took my unfinished work home, and finished it. the subject matter of the piece was a yellow daisy overlooking the downtown street, and the grassy lawn. I used watercolor pencil to create it, and i believe it turned out well. It uses asymmetrical symmetry and utilizes the rule of thirds as well. Here's my finished piece, I hope you like it!

Plein Air Art Contest

      A few weeks ago I participated in an oper air art contest, where artists are required to create a piece that captured the essence of the day. I arrived around 8 in the morning and sat down to draw the day's first light. As the sun rose, and a boat streaked across the mirror surface of the lake, I hurried to sketch the moment. I had neever really drawn from real-life movements before so it was a new experience for me.
      I completed my work, which I rendered in watercolored pencil, and turned it into the PAAC for judging. After beign awarded third place and a hefty check, my painting was sold to a council memeber. Because of the sale, unfortunately, I will be unable to provide an image of my work. It was a rewarding experience for me, and I will be back next year to capture the gold!

Angst, Rebellion, and a Leather Jacket

      Last night I watched James Dean's, Rebel Without a Cause. With a embered cigarette perched in the youthfully crease of his smile, Dean's character faced the world head on. Watching himself gain speed from behind his two-wheeled chariot, he cannot brake or alter course--he's on a collision course with fate.

      With the "Bad Angel" persona fresh in my mind, I decided to draw the drama that had unfolded in front of my eyes. In my drawing, my conception of the ultimate rebel is portrayed as a young soul, just looking forward--down the road life has set before him. The journey he faces is a journey all of us one day will take, and in this we can find ccongruency.