Because I am tired of drawing myself. Boo, memes.
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Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
meme of self somethingsomethingsomething
I saw a meme for December where you draw yourself each day. I thought I'd give it a try. There are only so many ways you can draw a portrait. Do I look like that? Maybe in some aspects. I'm not using reference so everything is from an internal source. Hell, the me that lives inside my head. If I look miserable it's because I am. Hello, finals week. Good bye necessary level of sane sleep.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Meme
First thing: I'm going camping tomorrow for a few days, well, until Sunday. So no internet and no anything.
3 Art Things About Me:
Uno:
I used to draw skimpy clothed woman with giant breast, when I was younger.
I like to blame Tomb Raider and all the other games I played (I always picked the female fighter, you know, so, maybe--) I didn't start attempting to draw men until I was 13. And only because my friend got me into it. I think now I can do both genders decently well. Except muscle men, I just, I've never tried, but I'd probably suck at it. I like my men limber and compact.
I don't think I prefer drawing one gender over the other, except for the fact that females come easy for me. I can draw a chick with my eyes close and have it come out decent. I think because you can exaggerate the curves all you want, and it'll be ok.
Deux:
One time in elementary school we had a project about the human body. We all had to draw a heart, and lungs, and I guess a stomach. Anyway, so I guess I am a good technical drawer. If I can see if, I can draw it, right? So I drew a kickass heart, and for that day, everyone wanted me to draw for them (the parts, anyway) and it was awesome. And then the next day this girl came with drawings of Winnie the Pooh, and Ariel, the little mermaid, only they were traced, right? From coloring books, and every picture was the same. But that didn't matter, everyone liked her art better. And I was sad. But I still got a copy of her Winnie the Pooh.
III:
My high school art experience was laid back and sort of blurry. I had art class every year and every semester. And when I started to skip and rejoice in the horrible sickness that is senioritis, well I made sure to be there. Actually, when I skipped other classes I often made my hideout there. I didn't learn much, but I loved the atmosphere, my peers, and the wide windows that bathed me in natural light. That classroom was heaven for me. Well, ok, maybe I exaggerate, but I have many fond memories there.
My teacher was ok, kinda dazed and confused, but enthusiastic, and since I was always a shining facet in the classroom, I could grab materials without asking. Or that was the theory. Hmm, I think I doodled on 87% of all my paperwork in that school. My teachers allowed me to have my sketchbook out during lessons, and I might have abused that a lot. Eh.
I used to draw skimpy clothed woman with giant breast, when I was younger.
I like to blame Tomb Raider and all the other games I played (I always picked the female fighter, you know, so, maybe--) I didn't start attempting to draw men until I was 13. And only because my friend got me into it. I think now I can do both genders decently well. Except muscle men, I just, I've never tried, but I'd probably suck at it. I like my men limber and compact.
I don't think I prefer drawing one gender over the other, except for the fact that females come easy for me. I can draw a chick with my eyes close and have it come out decent. I think because you can exaggerate the curves all you want, and it'll be ok.
Deux:
One time in elementary school we had a project about the human body. We all had to draw a heart, and lungs, and I guess a stomach. Anyway, so I guess I am a good technical drawer. If I can see if, I can draw it, right? So I drew a kickass heart, and for that day, everyone wanted me to draw for them (the parts, anyway) and it was awesome. And then the next day this girl came with drawings of Winnie the Pooh, and Ariel, the little mermaid, only they were traced, right? From coloring books, and every picture was the same. But that didn't matter, everyone liked her art better. And I was sad. But I still got a copy of her Winnie the Pooh.
III:
My high school art experience was laid back and sort of blurry. I had art class every year and every semester. And when I started to skip and rejoice in the horrible sickness that is senioritis, well I made sure to be there. Actually, when I skipped other classes I often made my hideout there. I didn't learn much, but I loved the atmosphere, my peers, and the wide windows that bathed me in natural light. That classroom was heaven for me. Well, ok, maybe I exaggerate, but I have many fond memories there.
My teacher was ok, kinda dazed and confused, but enthusiastic, and since I was always a shining facet in the classroom, I could grab materials without asking. Or that was the theory. Hmm, I think I doodled on 87% of all my paperwork in that school. My teachers allowed me to have my sketchbook out during lessons, and I might have abused that a lot. Eh.
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