Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
- Space (black, purple and blue with stars and nebulas and stuff)
- Adventure Time (with Jake the doooog and Finn the human!)
- Octopus (oh you know)
- CMYK or some other really cliché designer thing
- Avatar: the Last Airbender
- DUNGEONS & DRAGONS
- Some kind of nice abstract pattern with colors I don't really have for shoes right now
Friday, December 10, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
I love reading through endless streams of blogs on productivity, "life hacks," design tips, zen habits, and other things that could potentially make my life better, if I just did them instead of read them! In the day and age of sharing, where the individual and the community is almost one and the same over the internet, it's interesting to see how different people operate—particularly creative people.
Creative people are an odd bunch. Being creative, in and of itself, just means that you're able to see things and make connections in ways nobody else does. Being creative is being clever, and everybody can be creative. But being a creative professional is another story entirely. Suddenly, this phenomenon known as "creativity," which we Americans have grown up to believe is something magical like a visit from a unicorn, must be harnessed, saddled up, tamed, trained, and put to work on a day-to-day basis. And for most people, that's when it gets hard. The clashing of creativity, long believed to be something that just came to you like a bolt of lightning, with the grind of routine is so irritating that it leaves a lot of people (students in particular!) feeling stuck, lost, and alone. That's why I read so many damn help-blogs and not do a damn thing about it.
So when I saw an article titled The 1-Step Plan for Super-Productivity, you bet I had to read it! To sum it up, the one step is simply getting up early.
I don't like getting up early. I am a self-professed and long-proven night owl, and I can be most productive at night! That's when all the ideas come! Sort of! Besides, I can be more productive without distractions, no matter what time of the day!
And then it hit me why waking up early is such a good idea.
Even though I tend to get my ideas late at night and that's when my mind tends to race, that's when everybody else is up, too. I'm a night owl among night owls, and with IMs pinging left and right I can hardly get anything done. And it's not like I pull myself away from it, either. I will fully own up to my weakness of talking to everybody on the internet! So despite my great distaste, I guess I'll try waking up earlier.
I can already see the benefits. Nothing but sleep comes before waking up early, and if I give myself enough time between sleeping and having to go to class, my mind will be empty enough to concentrate on things I need to do, like write a term paper or finalize the concept for my final project. Then, later on, when I've had all my experiences of the day and there are lots of things to distract me, I can start on the easier aspects of a project, like building it if it's physical, or moving it around in InDesign or Illustrator or what have you. Just don't make me concentrate when I've got all the internets goin' on, nothing will happen, I know this, and I'm going to work with it instead of against it.
It is not 1:10 AM. At the rate I'm going at, I'll be asleep by 2AM. I'll try to be up at 8AM. I can't guarantee a damn thing, but I can try?
I can try!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
I had the
I'm very grateful for this... I mean, free snowboard! Wow! That was easily going to be the most expensive thing since I'm starting to get my own gear. Luckily it's also just my size (it reaches my nose). There's only one small issue I have with it.
Monday, November 1, 2010
But it's getting easier. It always does.
I'm feeling a lot better, which takes away a lot of problems concerning not being able to do work. See, when I'm sad, I can't do anything. I can't draw, I can't design, I certainly can't sit down and crank out something good. But now I've been getting on the ball again. Sure, I've got a lot going on and classes are hard, but if I just take things one at a time and apply focus to all that I do, I will be fine.
Today at the end of advertising class, our professor asked us if there was anything left to discuss. He said he was open to anything at all, that he was here to help. Some of the people applying to the BFA program for Graphic Design started expressing their worries and concerns for the program: how it's changing, how they now only have one shot, how they've been shafted when it comes to getting classes they needed, how they've been told by the VCDA (design club) not to bother professors for help, etc. It sure seemed difficult, and eventually the subject steered towards the BA program.
I'm going to graduate with a BA in Studio Art, Emphasis in Graphic Design. A lot of the BFA-to-be kids were expressing their distaste for that route, complaining that they'd have to take more "pointless" classes like art history, wood, metals, and fiber. I hadn't joined the discussion, but at that point I had to chime in.
I actually really like that. I'm taking metals and fiber (bookmaking) right now, and they're some of the best art classes I've ever taken. I've thought of ways to apply these skills to design projects and frankly, I love it. I think it's all about what you take out of it. Some of the students said they want more design classes, and while that's undoubtedly helpful for any fledgling designer, I think getting out there and learning other things is just as essential. After all, what is the point of being stuck in the design world? From where will you pull your inspiration? Other designers? Design concepts? To me, design has always been more connected to the world than simply how to kern letters and arrange images and pictures and layouts and whatnot. To me, it's so much more than that. It's about injecting meaning into anything and everything you can find, making art and giving it a function as well as a form, digging into the minds of the people and finding out what makes them tick. You need to know culture, politics, language, and so much more than just design to really know how to design.
I've heard talk like this coming from designers older and more seasoned than I, but I don't feel like I'm just parroting what they're saying. I suppose I'm validating my choices and my way of doing things. Now I don't regret graduating sooner instead of going for the BFA. For all of my life, I've never been one to sit still—I flit from topic to topic, and in design, I can make this work for me. I have hundreds of different knowledges and interests from which to pull ideas and inspiration from, I can make more connections than somebody immersed totally in design. I'm not trying to put down anybody, like I said, I'm validating myself right now. This is a blog, isn't it?
There are people I know who are on a sure track to success. 5-year bachelor and master's degree, BFA programs, ROTC. They have it all set for them, and for the longest time I felt jealous and alone because I was different in this aspect. Now I have to stop wallowing and embrace that difference, find a way to succeed and shoot for it.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
There is a sort of comfort in being busy with things other than school... I feel like I have a life. My past dictates that I'll take these and shove them aside, allowing them to give me the temporary ego boost I need to not fall into the "I'm worthless as an artist" phase again. That new show Raising Hope is on. I'm not even watching it and it's distracting me. I can't even stay focused on this blog post. Where was I going with this?
I would say, look at me, I have all this stuff to do! I'm so proud of myself, I'm worth something! And then I'll do virtually nothing about it. I talk about it more than I do it. That's how it's been in the past and that's what I think about now, when I look at my growing projects list with a grin and a nod. But I really want to do these things, now. I want physical manifestations of my excitement for these things. It's all about time management and I know it. After this post I'm going to go brainstorm my next book project. Goal: finish it at least 2 days before it's due!
I can't remember when I decided not to go for the BFA Graphic Design program. Did I ever decide at all? I think my parents didn't want me to... why spend such a long time in school? You won't be under your scholarship anymore, etc etc. That didn't stop the others. Did I ever want it? Seeing my peers apply—Rendell, Hasan, Chris, Rachel, Mark—makes me want to apply, too. I feel like I'm missing out on a camaraderie that only comes with being accepted into the BFA Graphic Design program. See how important that sounds? The BFA Graphic Design program. There's a disappointed look on their faces when I tell them that I'm not applying. "Why not?" "I think you'd make it!" "How come?" "So you're just getting the BA?" Yes, I am just getting the BA. What can I tell them? My parents didn't let me and I just never questioned that?
Either way, I never felt ready. I wouldn't be ready now or next year. It's better this way. I tell everybody that I want to start working, to build up experience so that I can apply to a graduate program in the future. This is true. But a part of me wants to be right there with them, slaving away over portfolio projects and bonding over coffee (that I don't drink) and late nights in the lab, complaining about how this design didn't work and how nervous we all are and what we think the teachers will say about our work. But maybe I'm romanticizing.
I don't know how to end this. The post has been slightly melancholy, but I'm fine, really. I'm not tearing myself apart over my poor time management or not going for the BFA. These are just things I've been thinking about, and I want to keep them here, possibly look back on them.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Growing up in the Philippines, Okinawa and Germany left me with little to no exposure to anything Mexican. Living in Southern California for about 9 years now didn't really change that, even though there's a large Mexican population here. All I knew about Mexico was Tijuana, tacos, and burritos, and not even the good kind. I feel like plenty of people down here feel the same sort of jaded disinterest in anything Mexican, so when I saw the new México: The Place You Thought You Knew ad campaign, I was pleasantly surprised.
The dialogue highlights things that you would've missed out on if you had gone anywhere else. The images actually makes me think of other places like Hawaii or the Caribbean Islands, even though they provide subtitles telling you where these places are. Then they hit you with the Mexico logo and slogan. In the world of commercial ads, I don't feel like it's too especially unique—there are others that are as feel-good and nice as this—but the print ads are quite powerful and effective.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
- One particular drawing really struck me and gave me inspiration for a logo design I'm working on
- The older the sketchbook, the more drawings and doodles there are
- ...and the newer the sketchbook, the more written notes there are (rather than doodles)
- ....so I used to draw a lot more
- and I used to be better.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
- To separate work I did back then, from work I do now (as I'm under the impression that I am a different artist now than I was back then)
- To utilize deviantArt's new Portfolio feature as my professional graphic design portfolio
- To claim "theJollity" name on that site—it's my handle everywhere else, gotta stay consistent ;)
Monday, August 16, 2010
I'm slowly trying to break out of this rut. It's been too long.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
The forces of the Universe must really want me to fly, because yesterday I happened upon an article by Davin Coburn on his experience of earning a pilot's license within a week.
The rundown is that, based on the Federal Aviation Administration's Sport Pilot Initiative, anybody could get a pilot's license for way cheaper, and in way less time than normal. Coburn got his in a week. There are certain restrictions: with a Sport Pilot License, you are only allowed to fly certain lightweight aircrafts, in certain areas, during the day. However, the entire thing would cost $3,500 or less, and you're only required to complete 20 hours of flight time.
Even though the aircraft is a little different, it's still flight, and in my position, I think this option would be best for me. Obviously I'm not going to go sign up right now, but I am going to start saving up for it. Even though the school in the Philippines will give me a legitimate Private/Commercial Pilot License, I would hate myself for dropping $20,000 and not committing to doing this for a job... and right now, and probably at least 2 more years in the future, I'm not sure that I want to do that. With a Sport Pilot License, I'll fulfill my desire for flight in a way that's considerably less expensive, and it'll help me decide if flying is what I want to do as a career.
It's amazing how I just completely forget about graphic design and art when I start thinking about this.
It's even more amazing that... I don't feel guilty at all because of it.
Monday, August 9, 2010
When I heard all this, I think my heart might've stopped a bit XD
This is... whoa. Talk about an opportunity. This opportunity basically encompasses two dreams that I had given up on: becoming a pilot, and studying/living abroad. Wow. Wow shmow zow.
Of course I'm ecstatic! Of course the first thing I did is squeal, and then started day dreaming about my time living in the Philippines, learning the language and learning how to fly like I've always wanted to. And then I started doubting everything :\
Okay, so it's less expensive than the normal amount in the States, but it's still pretty expensive. Why do I want to do this, anyway? Is my aim to become a commercial pilot? It must be, because it's a hugely expensive hobby to have, one I doubt I can support on a graphic designer's salary. Would it be purely selfish of me to go out there and spend that time and money (most of which will probably not be my own) on something I can only say I just... enjoy? How do I justify that? How do I justify going abroad and learning how to fly if I'm not going to do anything with it later, huh? HUH?!
I started thinking about how things happen to people that have "followed their hearts/dreams," particularly my friends. Friends like Brent and Brendel have done things just because they love to do it, and they've found opportunity to put what they love to use, whether it's learning Russian or riding motorcycles. Did any of them expect to get the opportunities they did, like actually going to Russia or being a stunt biker in a music video? Nope. They didn't start off expecting that.
Why do I feel like I have to?
Why is everything so complicated with me?!
I try to tell myself to see so far into the future, but the truth is, I can't even see that far. Literally and metaphorically.
The only reason why the idea of going to flight school still excites me is because I haven't forgotten the feeling I had when I piloted my first airplane... the feeling that there was nothing better, that I could put my whole being into this and just be happy.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Anyway, I woke up pretty frazzled and excited. The night before, I had gotten an email from a prospective design client stating that he thought my portfolio was great and was interested in hiring me. Then he asked for my rate, to which I silently said, "Uuuuuuuhhhh...?"
I went to my art history class to turn in my final exam (it was a take-home) and go through some of the designs we had to pick that were our favorites. It was pretty interesting, but the real interesting part came AFTER that. When everybody had left, my professor agreed to look at my portfolio. I prepared about 12 pieces—things that sucked, things that didn't, and everything in between, because that's what I thought he wanted. Turns out he only wanted to see what I considered my "best" XD So I showed him what I got and... and he said it was just all right. To be honest, I was pretty much expecting that. He seemed to like my Muse spread the best, despite the glaring flaw that Matthew Bellamy is landed straight in the gutter. He actually recommended turning it into a poster because the image was already so good! He wasn't too crazy about my ReefGeek identity, and he hated my Team Fortress 2 package!
It was very different getting critique from him than it was getting it from my other professor, Stephanie. Everything she liked and appreciated, he shot down and said to do something else. Admittedly, on some parts I agreed with him, but it was so topsy-turvy I was getting confused. He said that generally, my work looks like it's been done before. There's not enough creativity and play in it, like I'm thinking too "real world" and not exploring any new ideas—just going with what's safe. He was Simon Cowell, telling me that the songs I chose were too safe. I understand. I'm glad somebody is telling me to push it to the limit.
At the end of it, he told me that I can send him pdfs of more things I've done and that I should stop by his office hours during the school year. :D He said he likes my enthusiasm! Hurray!
So that was sorta mixed feelings. After that, I got a call from an assistant graphic design job I applied for saying that they wanted to interview me! GASP! I'm being interviewed this Friday morning!!! GASP!! I'm both happy, excited and terrified! I haven't put together my print portfolio yet! Gah! And especially after Byrom's critique, I'm not sure that I want to...! I'm pretty terrified now.
And then on-and-off studying while catching the World Cup Semifinals... Germany lost... I was so sad, like I've never been sadder for a sporting event but I was so sad I could hardly concentrate. That didn't stop me from finishing my exam first though, heh.
So yeah, mixed feelings abound. Blah.
Maybe I should cancel/reschedule my interview...?
Saturday, June 26, 2010
While I'm grateful for the technology that enables current designers to spend more time conceptualizing rather than producing, I'm still a big process junkie and I love getting my hands into things. There's something so unromantic about just saying, "Yeah, I did this on Illustrator for about a week and sent it off to a printer." I want to be able to say that I handpicked these pages, I bound this book myself. That's one reason why I love school, we get to be the producers.
I think that learning the production process is inspiring to me, when it comes to designing. I'm not sure what it is—maybe just keeping the project in mind and being able to visualize how it'll be made—that makes me so seduced by it. I want to draw my type (ha!) and make a poster on a letterpress machine, I want to bind my own sketchbooks!
At school, the graphic design classes are largely taught whilst seated in front of a computer. This summer I'm going to take the initiative however I can to go back in time a little and get my hands on some hands-on graphic designing.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Friday, April 30, 2010
and full of ambitions.
As the years went on, one by one those ambitions were crushed. Put away for another day, and then forgotten. I told myself not to dream and not to think: it's not going to happen. Not now. Just focus on what's happening now.
I almost lost the ability to dream amazing things. I still have it, it's just lying dormant. Hopes, dreams, ambitions... where are they? Can I recall them at all? The only dreams I have nowadays are violent ones. Struggles. Always struggling.
Maybe that's why I haven't been so creative lately.
And damn it José, I miss you already.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Here's another comic done for the student paper, The Union.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
This is a polar bear's head, just in case you couldn't really tell. He was sleeping right up against the glass! Aww!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
I know I don't normally do personal posts about my days anymore, but I haven't been able to stop talking or thinking about snowboarding all day, so I'm just going to get it all out here.
I went with José, Chad, Brendel, Rachel, Rachel's friend Andrew and Andrew's girlfriend (I didn't catch her name). We woke up in the wee hours and left for Snow Valley at around 6AM, had a fun mountain drive (curvy roads!) and got there just as it opened at 8:30! After we suited up we got our tickets. We bought ours online at 50% off and then collected them at the ticket window. Awesome! It was a full day, too!
All right, so we went on slope 6 first, which was the bunny slope. José helped me regain my footing, and I was actually practicing going down vertical! I got more comfortable that way, but keeping balanced was still hard. After about an hour and a half of runs, we went back to the cars and had snacks.
Bringing bread and peanut butter was an excellent idea, they made great snacks XD We just sat around, drank beer (them) and Sprite+Malibu (me), relaxed a little, shed some clothes (it got HOT up there), then hit the slopes again.
I swear, I was trying really hard to like snowboarding, but it was becoming increasingly hard to. José left to ride the higher slopes and I kept practicing on the bunny slope. I really wanted to like it, but it was pissing me off! :( José came by again to teach me how to control the board with my toes and do a J-stop, and I was getting the hang of it but my body was too tired, so we met up with the rest for more snacks.
When we got back, I was ready to be defeated again. The rest were getting pumped to all go on slope 1, an intermediate slope that was way, way up the mountain. I told them I'd stick to the bunny slopes and slope 13, another beginner slope. I was in line by myself when José came back over and said, "Hey, you're coming with us on slope 1." I refused and refused but in the end, I came with.
Halfway up the lift ride I started to cry—it was so high up, and the ride didn't seem to end, and we were dangling, and the seat was so narrow, and the slope looked so steep and I didn't think I could go down it without breaking something. José held me and comforted me the best he could and said he'd stay with me the entire time. When we got up, I got off the lift fine and strapped up. I was still crying, but everybody there was glad to see me. I'm happy they were really supportive. I went down the slope...
It was fantastic. It felt much, much better than the bunny slope. I was breaking just fine, I was doing the falling leaf for a while and sometimes I was even comfortable enough to go vertical. There was a run called Bubblegum Run that wrapped around a little hill and it had a few trees and rocks. I went through it quite fine :D Rachel, José and I stuck together and sometimes met up with Chad and Brendel whenever we took breaks, so that was cool. They kept encouraging me, which really helped, I was happy :) That run really allowed me to enjoy it more, so I went back up again and tried applying some things I learned and observed when it came to snowboarding.
Whenever José tried to help me, I couldn't really get it right—I tried extremely hard to do simple things like steer and go forward without faceplanting but it was hard. He kept telling me to use my heels, use my heels, but it was hard, damnit! My calves were aching and no matter how hard I dug in I either kept drifting the other way or falling over. Then José told me that Chad said to kind of lead with the elbow, so I did, and... it worked :D I suppose it's just one of those tricks that makes your body shift its weight in a way that makes the snowboard respond to you. When we were heading down slope 1, Rachel was complaining that her thighs were cramping up. I thought that was weird, because my calves were the ones cramping. She'd been snowboarding since middle school, so next I tried breaking and controlling my speed using my thighs. It made my knees bend the right way and my center of gravity situated correctly so that when I went down it felt much better and more like I was in control, instead of constantly wobbling! I was amazed at my own finds.
We snowboarded until 4 and then packed up. I let my butt dry in the sun coz I got snow in my undies XD We headed back to Garden Grove and ate at a restaurant called The Boiling Crab, which was pretty good. I'm not a fan of crab, but the restaurant was quite an experience!
Anyway, I'd love to go snowboarding at least one more time this season, to really cement the fun I've been having. I hope I don't end up forgetting everything by next season XD
Sunday, March 14, 2010
For those who are unfamiliar, a bento box is just Japanese meal-in-a-box. The most familiar kinds are the ones people bring to school or work, but there are some made for art and some made for home.
I've been looking into bento boxes as a solution to my healthy eating dilemma, especially at school.
Back in January/February I told myself that I would eat healthier: less meat, more fruits and veggies, smarter choices regarding everything else, making everything I eat really count. I went vegetarian for a week and continued snacking healthily for a while, but when I got hit by 3 huge art projects, it didn't matter anymore: all that mattered was spending as much time on the projects as possible, and maybe eat when I remembered. And boy, was it easy to forget.
It's hardest on Mondays and Wednesdays. I basically run a 12-hour school day, and if I rushed out in the morning and forgot to grab snacks, then I'm stuck starving myself so I could save money by buying only one thing, usually a Subway sandwich, before my night class. I end up exhausted, irritated, and so very hungry. When I'm feeling especially cheap, that Subway sandwich often turns into chips and $1 chicken sandwiches from Carl's Jr. I feel disgusted that this happens a LOT these days.
I started to think about how I can make this better for myself, when I was struck by a distant memory of my mom packing me lunches in little bento boxes for me back when we used to live in Okinawa. Granted, we lived on a U.S. air base and I wasn't carrying bentos every day, but she liked implementing bits from the native culture into our daily lives. It hit me: bento boxes! Of course!
Now, of course I have little tupperware boxes to put stuff in, which easily works as a bento box. So why focus on the specificities of bento boxes? Well, it's not about the box, but the artistry behind it. Like everything else the Japanese do, there is an art behind bento box making, involving portion-controlling and meal planning. The Japanese are well known for their healthy eating lifestyles and this goes for their bento box lunches as well.
I came across a website called Just Bento that has been extremely helpful in my bento-making endeavours. The best part about it is that it contains recipes for bento boxes–which is important, since bento box lunches are often meant to be eaten at room temperature (perfect for the college kid with no access to a refrigerator!).
Although I know full well that I could just say, "put a balanced meal in a Tupperware box," focusing specifically on bento boxes helps me out more by giving me something specific to plunge into. Bento box making is an art finely crafted by the Japanese, and if I start from there, then I figure I should be good to go. I'll need to devote more time and effort than normal, but hey, I'm willing to do that if it means avoiding having to constantly eat those $1 chicken sandwiches.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
He was wearing his glasses that I love so much and a fur lined jacket which is another big turn on in a male for me. Yes, I am very attracted to the things that a guy wears. I probably wouldn't be attracted to this guy if it weren't for the glasses anyways.
via 365 Scribbles
I'm sorry Jenny, it's so incredibly late and you deserve better, but I mustered up grandpa glasses today @_@ I spent a while trying to get a right look down, heh. Arrrgblarg I'll do better!
It's not your fault and you've been good to me
Just lately I've been feeling like I don't belong
Like the ground is not mine to walk upon.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Hello Medic again, and hello to Brendel (left) and José (right).
Can you feel the Schadenfreude?!
When I look at the way I drew Brendel/José all I can think of is "Young Hopefuls," hence the title, hehe. I only really included the Medic again because I couldn't properly crop the boys without getting Medic's quote in the way, and that bothered me lol
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
So because my latest assignment has gotten me all crazy about Team Fortress 2 I decided to sketch some, let out that energy, heh. Somehow the Medic always struck me as looking incredibly menacing, even moreso than the Demoman... Demoman's more psychotic than menacing, I think XD
I also drew a female version of the Scout, as many have done before me. Would you believe that I drew half of her while sitting through traffic? It's true! It was just that bad. Mika said she kinda looks like a chola, and I'm not quite sure how to take that XDD
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Hope ya'll like it! And don't forget to visit Justin's blog, Random Ramblings! He has a bunch of new content up literally every day!
I am an artist. I draw, I paint, I love to create. Hell, I'm currently challenging myself to sketch something (and hopefully post it) for every day of the year, the progress of which you can see on my own blog.
As an artist, I constantly hear the phrase, "Wow, I could never draw like that!" and "I tried to draw, but I just got so discouraged!" Though they may seem like testimonies to my skill, all I can really do is shake my head and give a small thanks. It's hard to see my creations as works of genius, difficult to separate them from the time and toil spent. I am so very often discouraged by the unsatisfactory quality of my own art that frankly, I'm surprised I didn't quit a long time ago.
Based on a slew of reflective art and design articles I've been reading, as well as the testimonies of some of my design professors and lessons in art history, I've slowly come to accept a rather stark theory:
Artists are never happy.
If you choose to be an artist, you must accept the fact that you will never be satisfied with your work. Yes, you'll have flashes of brilliance and produce great works, but there will always be that nagging feeling that you could have done better. And next time, you will do better, then you'll wish you'd have done that better. It's an cycle without end, which makes a serious passion for art something not for the faint of heart. And yet as artists we keep putting out our works, showing it off to the world because perhaps on some level we are proud, if nothing else but for the hard work we've spent on it. Writing is rewriting, drafting is redrafting and painting is repainting over and over.
Despite the need to constantly improve upon a work of art in order to keep making it "better," artists do have to stop at some point. There is such thing as over-working a piece, and I've done this a couple times. It's more horrible a feeling than having a work never reach its potential, because it means I've missed the point. Artists need to stick together in order to validate each other's works and prevent such over-working. This is why we need critique: it's not praise, and it lets us know when to stop.
Let's skip over to a small art history lesson on Michelangelo.
Michelangelo is the epitome of the "tortured artist." He frequently expressed dislike of his paintings and sculptures, even though he is arguably the best artist of his time. He lamented over the labour and scorned the finished product. He never let anybody see his initial sketches and drafts, definitely not a big "process" guy so much as a "finished product" guy.
Anyway, Michelangelo was thought by his peers to possess a special spirit of God. His innate artistic talent was said to have come straight from God, and that for all of Michelangelo's life he would strive to match the beauty and divinity that so inspired him—but obviously he cannot, as he was but a mortal man and not actually God. This was a very interesting understanding of him, and it's easy to sympathize in a way, whether or not you buy into the whole spirituality bit.
It's what makes an artist an artist. The inherent determination and drive to not give up and to keep going no matter how much it hurts or sucks. If you truly stop doing something, then you were not meant to do it anyway. This goes for more than just art, or perhaps this marks everything as art. Once you find something you're willing to put up with through your suckiest moments as well as your most glorious, that's when you know you've found something worthwhile. And honestly, I think it's worth trying to find that thing or things. I think passion is definitely worth it.
Once we inject passion and drive into what we do, what we do becomes art, and we become its artists.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
These are 2 of 8 rough drafts I did for a Team Fortress 2 package redesign. That's my assignment in my graphic design class: to redesign an existing PC game or software. So I chose TF2! I almost picked Left 4 Dead 2, but I decided against it. My rough drafts for the package cover were due today, so here are two of my extremely rough sketches:
Yes yes, the typography leaves much to be desired but hey, they're hand-drawn roughs.
I'm supposed to be drawing one of Jenny's characters, and I sincerely apologize to her for slacking on it. This past weekend was not the best for me, and Mondays/Wednesdays are my longass days, but I promise you I will get it done soon!
Anyway, now that January's done, I'm wondering if I should still post my daily sketches in this blog. Back ot the sketch blog, eh? Or should I transfer my dailies to a tumblr or flickr account? Not quite sure there. Thoughts anyone? Where would you prefer to enjoy my sketches?
Saturday, January 30, 2010
I found this on tumblr and just ahd to put it up here, as a reminder to myself and others who constantly struggle with motivation.
Courage is about doing what you’re afraid to do. There can be no courage unless you’re scared before you do it.
It is your attitude of a task that determines success or failure.
Don’t wait until people are dead to give them flowers.
Don’t let your pride or lack of courage stand in the way of saying you’re sorry.
Never stop doing your best just because someone doesn’t give you credit.
It doesn’t take strength to hold a grudge; it takes strength to let go of one.
I would rather make my name than inherit it.
Measure your days by how the corners of your mouth turn.
The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Similar to what Jenny was doing in her posts, I decided to draw a girl in one of my classes. She was dressed in such a peculiar way that I just had to: hugely giant oversized sweater with a smiley face on it, dark grey leggings and tan Uggs. To be honest it was kind of annoying, because I rather hate Uggs and she shuffled her feet when she walked as if she were trying to be cute.
But hey, I'm not judging :P
Monday, January 25, 2010
This is the sketch I did today.
I'm totally not thinking about Left4Dead2 or anything, no... no. Maybe a little.
Maybe I like chainsaws?
But anyway, I realized the error of my ways and promptly drew this considerably tamer character just for Jenny:
Blah anatomy blah perspective blah shading. And hey, for all we know he could be immersing himself in a story about fighting off zombies with chainsaws!
So the first day of school was all right, rather tiring but just all right. I have 3 studio art classes and it's pretty much a 12 hour day. Yikes, I know. Due to budget cuts, classes and sections and teachers around the school are being cut so I have less chances of getting the classes I want. Because of that, I nabbed all the classes I could and gave a big F U to a comfortable schedule. At least I'm out at 12:15 on Tuesdays, teehee.
This semester I'm taking Beginning Illustration, Intermediate Typography and Intermediate Graphic Design. And those are just the art classes. The others are General Biology and Introduction to Management. The reason why all my studio arts are squished into one day is because I have a biology lab on Thursday and Thursday alone, which is long and overlaps all the times I could take other art classes. Labs are so retarded and they mess up your schedule. But I'll tough it out, I'll find a way to keep myself energized on those long Mondays and Wednesdays.
And still have time for daily sketchin's!