Embarrassing story time.
(Because that’s obviously the best way to start a post.)
You know how I spent the last few months whining about my art class? Heralding the end of it in January as my salvation from the drudgery of modern art? Claiming how free I would be, and how I was NEVER going back?
I kinda lied.
In my defense, it was unintentional.
See, co-op has two art classes. Semester #1, which is painting, and semester #2, which is drawing/graphic design. After the first one (which honestly was pretty bad, simply because there were sixteen people, and the assignments had to be easy in order to accommodate all the different skill levels), I wasn’t in too much of a hurry to willingly launch myself into another one.
To put a long story short (and in an attempt to spare what’s left of my injured dignity), I unwittingly ended up in the second class too. I’ve been in it for a month now, and it’s actually a thousand times better than the first one. (This may or may not have to do with the fact that there are ten fewer human beings in the room.) It’s actually constructive, which is a plus, and it’s actually hard, which is… another plus, I suppose. And I’m actually learning stuff, which is the biggest plus of them all.
Yay for life.
In honor of this tremendous occurrence, you get another art dump.
Yay for you.
First up, we have a random sad dude with a nice nose. I’m exceedingly proud of that nose. Please take a few moments to admire it.
The greatest thing about this one is that most people will only think it’s a cool design.
And then there are THOSE.
My teacher was not among that number.
This is a bit of fan-art I did for a friend’s story, because HA, I wanted to. I count it among some of the greatest achievements of my young life.
And not because it’s sad and creepy. I take absolutely NO delight in that, I can ASSURE you.
FUN FACT: If you look really closely, you can see all the erase marks from where I kept accidentally giving him a banana for a snout.
*sprays a bag of coins and flies off into the mist*
Anyone who has not read those books is going to think I’m crazy.
FYI, that is a mistcloak, not a bunch of streamers, and even bigger FYI, that’s not really how I picture her. Art is like writing: You start out with one idea in your head, but your hand decides to rebel. And by the time you’re done, you don’t know who or what this creature is.
This next picture is a perfect example of that.
What…. was… I… thinking…
It’s like some weird shadow version of Kylo Ren. Just… weirder.
This lovely specimen is someone I like to refer to as “Dracula’s Pretend Sister”, otherwise known as “Going for the Queen Amidala Look”, or “Sometimes Sarah Draws Strange People”.
I’m not responsible for what comes out of my brain.
We were supposed to make a color wheel for class last week, and I thought it sounded boring. So I improvised.
I’m quite pleased with the result.
More fan-art. Which isn’t actually fan-art, because I decided I didn’t like him for who he was supposed to be. So now he’s just a random person with fireworks coming out of his hand.
He’s what we in the art community call “Disgraced Fan-Art”.
As the Art Community rolls their eyes and says, “You made that up, Sarah.”
I did not.
Aaaaaand last but CERTAINLY not least, the pride of my quiver, the medal winner in my sketchpad, the heroine herself. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage LIRIEL WILLOWTREE.
She looks a lot sweeter than she actually is.
However, she looks as sad and confused as she always is, so I feel like that kinda evens out the score.
So anyway, that’s the end of the dump. Nothing fancy; just a bunch of concept art. Which, hey, concept art is cool. Anyone who hasn’t read The Last Jedi art book needs to rethink their priorities.
Anyway. Until next week.
P.S. I just hit 100 followers. My blog is officially cool. Have some glitter.