Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Haha. Here is my first sketch. My teacher said it was beautiful. HA. We're supposed to add color next and I'm supposed to fix Nicki's chronic bitch face.

Here is a post

Here are some Valentines that Eric and I made:

Here is a paper portrait that I made:

Here is some paint that is glooped into my name:

And here I am awkwardly modeling a dress I am making:

Lithography

I am studying to be a graphic designer and for some reason I had to take a lithography class. Oh? You don't know what lithography is?

I don't either.

Neither does my professor.

He started out the semester by saying: "Lithography is hard to explain; it's like alchemy. It's like magic."

Basically the general idea is to grab a big-ass Bavarian limestone and doodle all over it with a greasy crayon. You get to use all sorts of goopey liquids and scary acids that can burn your hand off on in the process and it's pretty exciting and scientific.

We are working on a technique called "tusching", which means I get to mix more potion-y stuff to make my picture look neat-o.


This is what tusching looks like. It's got a watercolor-y effect. Very pretty.


I wanted all my projects in the class to follow a theme and I've chosen to illustrate the short stories from The Illustrated Man by Ray Bradbury.

This time I'm illustrating the story No Particular Night or Morning. It's about this rocket man who looses his mind while traveling through space and stops believing anything is real. In the end he jumps out of his rocket and floats through space forever! Que divertido! Just kidding.


Here's my little rocket man floating in nothing. The tusching will make up the space around him. I'll post the finished project later.

Ooooh! It feels good to come out of the art student closet.

Hello

I will post more on this blog soon I think.

I think I will come out of the art student closet and show some things I have been working on.

Please stand by.

I just had to walk home in the rain,

and I am a very sad little girl.

Sad Dragon

B: You were drawing!

S: Yeah. It's a three-headed dragon and two of its heads got tangled and it's sad.

B: Are you the dragon?

S: No.

B: Am I the dragon?

S: No.

B: Who is the dragon?

S: No one. It's just a three headed dragon.

B: Ugh. (somewhat disgusted, but in a joking way)



To me this conversation was very thought provoking and I'd like to remember it.

I'd only waste it again.

So there I am, minding my own business, feverishly typing up a paper due that was due in six hours. I had spent the day in St. George washing windows, playing Mario Kart, and eating homemade cupcakes at my brother's birthday party, trying to forget about my collegiate alter ego's scholastic responsibilities. I arrived back in Cedar at around 11:30 and immediately felt the colossal tidal wave of impending deadlines crash down on my weary body. I somehow found the strength to crawl to the nearest refuge, the 24 hour computer lab full of my fellow peers, their desperation apparent in the frenzied clacking from typing on the keyboards. It lifted my spirits to know I wasn't alone.

It was around 1:30 when I heard the scream. Not the scream of a frustrated student who had forgotten to push save before closing their word document- no. It came from directly outside the building. It was the sound of a man whose life had come to an abrupt and violent end. The scream was initially acknowledged only by a few swift glances to the door by a couple of distracted students, but the second time it was not so easily ignored. The gaggle of abercrombie-clad girls sitting nearby giggled stupidly and I made eye contact with the boy sitting five chairs away from me. We exchanged looks of horror, but he quickly returned to the safety of his computer screen. I, however, warily surveyed the room, carefully calculating my chances for survival for I alone recognized that god-forsaken scream. That terrible sound had been the last utterance from a man who had clearly just been devoured alive by a SWARM OF FLESH-EATING ZOMBIES!!!!!!

After desperately searching for an escape route I came to the dismal conclusion that there was no escape. I was damned to become a savory entree in an all-you-can-eat human buffet for the living dead...

I thought back to the events that had occurred earlier that day; how I had danced barefoot in the grass... how my little baby kitty cat had crawled sleepily into my lap... how my sister had worn a safari themed outfit and felt a little insecure about it, but still looked so beautiful... and I realized it was in these seemingly wasted hours that my time on this earth had been best put to use. I was grateful and at peace. Then I finished my paper and walked home alone in the dark.