Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Random Ukulele Madness

I gave my ukulele a makeover a couple weeks ago. I guess this would be a personal slide?






Wednesday, October 24, 2012

#6 - Fiber Arts




   No, I didn't make this.  I found it on Etsy.com.  I was so drawn to it because it looked so much like a painting, but it's actually felted.  Felting is a process where fibers are added to a fabric using felting needles.  It's been around for a very long time, most likely having it's origins in Asia (from what I've read).  It was originally not something we would call art, but here it has become fine art.  It's so similar to a painting that just glancing at it you might think it actually was one.  It looks like an alien landscape, with huge green clouds.  This piece isn't small either, it's 25x48 inches.  The artist is Irina Kozlovskaya.

#5 - Self-Portrait





  After the last collage, I'm still in a collage mood.  This is a self portrait, and it's one of the scariest things I've made.  I didn't intend it that way, though.  I wanted to do something totally different, so I took a picture of a charcoal self-portrait I did a few years ago and went crazy.  I cut out and added back in what makes me.  I also added script into the hair, but it's kind of hidden.

#2 - Two-Handed Drawing





   So I had to draw something using both of my hands at the same time.  I decided to draw my ukulele, because I just love my ukulele.  I left out the strings because it would have been frightening.  I hated doing this, because I'm terrible at drawing with my left hand.  It didn't take very long, but I found it to be very obnoxious.  I feel like my left hand is only good for helping the right one, not doing things by itself.  I mean, look at the left side...it looks like I was drawing it on the bus.  This really stretched me, and it felt so awkward.  I won't be doing it again. Ever.



(This was supposed to be post 2, hence the numbering in the title.  Sorry for the out of order thing.)

#1 - Notion of Home



   In the drawing lecture, there was a particular artist who seemed to subvert the idea of home, and frankly, I didn't like that.  I very much enjoy anything that has to do with my home, especially considering this is my first time living away from it.  So this (above) is my idea of home.  This is where I grew up and my family.  These are the places and people I enjoy.  These things make me feel like I can be myself.  This is home.




(By the way, this was supposed to be the first post, but I got out of order.  That's why I numbered it as 1.)