In which I attempt to provide for myself and my "art" a more professional platform.
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Monday, December 7, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Updated Portfolio (Traditional and Digital)
Acrylic on Canvas
Acrylic on Canvasboard
Acrylic on Canvasboard
Acrylic on Canvasboard
Digital
Prismacolor Pencil on Matte Board
Prismacolor Pencil on Matte Board
Prismacolor Pencil on Matte Board
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Type Experiments
Ok, so I went to a portfolio review at my school. There were supposed to be illustration experts and professionals there to look at our illustrations, as we are all illustration majors. Something like that. Anyways, someone dropped that ball, and I spoke to a graphic designer instead. He told me that I might consider exploring custom type to accompany my book covers. I liked this idea, as it combined by initial love of book illustrations with my work as a part time graphic designer. So yay for that idea.
So I made a cover and some full page illustrations inspired by Michael Martone's adaptation of Jack and The Beanstalk, called A Bucket of Warm Spit. And I kinda like it.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Painting Studies
So, I am not a painter. Not by DNA, not by practice, not by love. I struggle with color, I always have, and painting is terribly messy, and OIL painting is worse. AND it is freakishly time-consuming and is such a process that I avoid doing it at nearly all costs.
That being said, I painted these.

Then we had to complete the ever-dreaded "Self Portrait Assignment". I hate these. People get so weird when they examine your self-portraits. They ask, "Why did you make yourself look so tired?"when you include every detail you see. And "Why did you make yourself look unrealistically perfect?" when you leave out those same details. My professor, Jenny, challenged me to use a tiny brush for my face (to force me to continue to cut the potatoes) and to use no browns in the facial deconstruction.

Local Model. Actually, funny story. One night, while I was painting this on my balcony, my roommate popped her head out to tell me that she was going shopping for a bit and would be back soon. I nodded, earbuds still in, and did not notice that she had locked the balcony door my mistake, out of habit. I left my phone, keys, and additional jacket inside. I realized that I was locked out shortly after she left, but Had no way of contacting her. I waited outside on my balcony that for a good three hours on the arctic night. She came back and wondered what I was doing still out there. *facepalm*
That being said, I painted these.
Planimetric Head. These are what we are taught to master seeing.
The idea is that if you can paint planes on a styrofoam head, you should be able to do it to a well-lit body, as they have planes too. This was not super thought-intensive.
But then you are supposed to be able to do it multiple times. Not as easy.

Very not as easy.
But I got better. Until we moved to color.
Torso Study.
Fabric Study.
Then we had to complete the ever-dreaded "Self Portrait Assignment". I hate these. People get so weird when they examine your self-portraits. They ask, "Why did you make yourself look so tired?"when you include every detail you see. And "Why did you make yourself look unrealistically perfect?" when you leave out those same details. My professor, Jenny, challenged me to use a tiny brush for my face (to force me to continue to cut the potatoes) and to use no browns in the facial deconstruction.

Local Model. Actually, funny story. One night, while I was painting this on my balcony, my roommate popped her head out to tell me that she was going shopping for a bit and would be back soon. I nodded, earbuds still in, and did not notice that she had locked the balcony door my mistake, out of habit. I left my phone, keys, and additional jacket inside. I realized that I was locked out shortly after she left, but Had no way of contacting her. I waited outside on my balcony that for a good three hours on the arctic night. She came back and wondered what I was doing still out there. *facepalm*
Saturation Study.
Final, on wood panel.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Secret Garden
Mary making friends.
She finds an abandoned garden.
Mary discovers her distaste for her cousin, Colin.
Sneaking around Medlock.
Colin learns to walk.
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