Posts Tagged ‘art’

Droodle

Thursday, July 29th, 2010

I daydream about ridiculous ideas, like how life naked would be better or worse.
I’m still not sure about that one.
I also wonder whether I am an intro– or extro– vert; I love company, but I get tired of them so easily, or bored. I’ve refused to go hang out with le fam today, so the punishment is starvation (it isn’t, but I’m too lazy to go to the ATM by myself). Which brings me back to the first point: if i were alone, I probably wouldn’t be so lazy in feeding my appetite, and I would have the option to hang out naked. I’m not saying I would (I’m leaning toward clothing right now) but the fact that my options to do what I want is restricted drives me nutso.
This is all irrelevant. I’m posting some stuff in my sketchbook that I’ve done this past month and some here in Taiwan.

The first time I play with the new pencils, my drawing is literally retarded:

Saucier:

I was in such a bad mood once that I started drawing everyone in the cafe as devils…

I drew a picture of me holding Sultan, the kitten I had for a month:

Playing with markers…


…and some doodles…

Graceee

Freacher

Thursday, July 22nd, 2010

Friend teacher? In this case, friend first, inspiration – sempeii second. Christine Hahn is a kick ass photographer. There are a dictionary of words I can employ, but NO GOOD: look at these and die.

Die. Of inspiration. Hope will seep out of you like sweat from a birthing cow. And you’ll like it.

Some of my favorites, my cream of her crop:

> CHRISTINE HAHN PORTFOLIO<

>CHRISTINE HAHN PHOTO BLOG<

Graceee

The Meaning of Awesome

Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010

Practice makes perfect, but doesn’t make talent.

Kick ass

graceee

Pntng

Tuesday, May 11th, 2010

And you thought you saw it all; the fruit all piled up in your grandma’s bowl; sitting so nicely without a soul; still life being a paradox, you might as well call a heart a rock; but look here and see instead, that Christian Rex makes the still-life un-dead.

Interesting to say the least, some pieces over-do it, but you can tell he’s still got some talented skill.

Christian Rex van Minnen. What a great name.

via myloveforyou.typepad

via myloveforyou.typepad

via myloveforyou.typepad

May all your fruit bear colorful rainbows in your life.

Graceee

Gotta be Str33t

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

I think typing it that way makes it so not street.

Yesterday, I went over to Sarah’s (mostly to hang out with Sarah, I suppose) and ended up crafting a great time with her roommates. We began our obsession with stenciling after several successful experiments, it was like “OMFG we R SO talented~<3~” which we were, by all ways, and I want to start practicing some contact-paper decal art as well as more stenciling projects.

Some standards to keep in mind:

By Banksy unurth.com

By Nomade unurth.com

By ROA unurth.com

by Best Ever unurth.com

!!!S- C-.-L!!!

Graceee

Questions Marked

Sunday, May 9th, 2010

Fried the evening; the morning sort of poached itself (I love eggs), the general beginning leaked its yolk through the cracks of the day (soak it up with toast).

I’ve also been craving steak, but it’s got to be hot, strict medium pink with a criminal barbecue sauce licking the circular grooves of the plate, I could drool just drawing it in my head.

Always.

Hungry.

Graceee

I got so distracted: found this photographer, Carlo Van de Roer, who takes pictures of energy auras using technology– biotechnology. Incredible; the subjects are attached to some bio-lens-thing and their mediums of energy emerge onto the film as colors… aura.

AWESOME YES

Outside of the majestic world with magical notes, I do believe there are unseen forces that invisibly situate ourselves against or with someone you meet! Yet this implies that you either do one or the other; so do birds of the same feather truly flock? Perhaps we have to think of it in terms of similar values and beliefs versus similar personalities or even appearances…

Like, think of how uncomfortable simple body language control is once you realize that you are accidentally monitoring yourself– the tension triples, because a self-conscious stage has side-effects of myopic obsession and obsessive behaviors– which is totally true; because if you’re me, you’ll have some sort of social anxiety, and start a blog. And I take “totally true” back; there’s really nothing that the phrase can define. It’s empty and wastes sentence space.

But, back on the topic of the significance in mapping aural colors: what does any of it mean? Or even, does it mean anything? And, will knowing this change my behavior? What degree of self-monitoring will it contribute (if any)?

This is nonsense. It’s so fantastic I can’t make anything of it; but the pictures are good, and the magical smoke and mirrors effect has me dreaming conspiracies.

theportraitmachine.com

theportraitmachine.com

theportraitmachine.com

And in the spirit of unpolluted conversation, let me just add that the authority on what the colors mean for each “personality” has to be subjected to some biased belief. Just because the computer “created”  the informative captions interpreting each aural composition doesn’t mean it’s objective and correct; I’d like to know who was behind *that* programming… who chose the paradigms?

Graceee

Oodles of Doodles

Sunday, May 2nd, 2010

…or just six. Done yesterday, during the doldrums of Saturday evening.

http://gracie.imagekind.com

Antlered Angst

Lightness

Print me

Sweet Nothings

Dandy

Flying pigs need flying slop

Better pix can be found HERE, at my gallery.

And now for homework!

Graceee

Snap

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

Consciousness is simply a snap of electricity!

But look-see-here, some consciousness of Greece I saved just for you… sketches, a rough amateur poem… the rest of my thoughts lay in kebabs and a smartcar.

gracie.imagekind.com Red Beach, Santorini

gracie.imagekind.com Rock isle on Kamari black beach

gracie.imagekind.com Kamari beach cliff

gracie.imagekind.com Flower Bed Head

gracie.imagekind.com Poem sketch poem

 Can’t wait for the next shock of inspiration I might have… spring-time sprouts laziness in my brain and pushes out all brain functions through my ears.

Graceee

Stop Drop and Drool

Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

So;;; I want to try stop-animation. Gotta make some story, I don’t want to be so cute-so though, I want Tim Burton, I want fantastical, I want an empire of doom and gloom.
Or something along those lines. Anyhowzer, there’s a blog I like that features short little gifs that are probably three frames per animation (the site’s called three frames), so I’m looking through for some inspiration.
Here’s some to look smell and touch:

 

  

threeframes.net

It’s supposed to hail today…

Graceee

A Part As A Whole

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

As far as rhetorical devices go, I had the most trouble with metonym. Yet nowadays, I can’t get shake it out of my mind…And what a powerful literary device it is; revealing how people feel about a certain concept, idea, thing… “plastic” for credit cards for example; it’s miraculous how the material of plastic can be your passport to so many material desires… and downfalls.

The actual structure of a part<=> whole also being the basis for language… semantics. Chinese characters, for example: while it is true that different characters yield different words and meanings, there are parts of the character that symbolize a certain meaning and appear again and again in a variety of Chinese “words”. The symbol for fire, water, and rock are among those that appear in different characters to help associate it with a meaning. This pattern of symbolism  is apparent in all languages, and it’s easily taken for granted, but to think of it! boggles my mind.

While art is an obvious platform for symbolism, the process of creating art and its symbols is subject to any biased scrutiny– the stereotypical attitude against a methodological dichotomy of symbols in art becomes “don’t think; feel” (cue earnestly hedonistic pleasures that spark the imagination of the paint dripping off a brush, slobbering the canvas with a particular pigment). This leads to the portrayal of artists as completely out-of-touch hippies, either being ironic or faking being ironic to make a point (meta-hipster-dom: I don’t care so much that I look like I care but I don’t care that I do). A random quote attributed to Albert Einstein sings the truth to me:

“THE SECRET TO CREATIVITY IS KNOWING HOW TO HIDE YOUR SOURCES”

As tangible as the Laws of Conservation itself: nothing is new.

So back to symbols: they are built upon. Literally, in the Chinese language, as these building blocks of characters (the repetitious appearances of the ‘fire, water, stone’ symbols in a character) build meaning. Not to say people’s thoughts are not completely original; personal history and subjective experiences are factors in interpretation and earnest questioning of the rules of reality. Or the meaning of language and words. Or the emotions and thoughts an artistic piece provokes.

So when I hear someone claim creativity– innovation– unusual ability to step-outside-the-box– if these words are bragging themselves on a cover letter or resume, I usually take it as BS. Someone who is truly creative would never declare it to the world so often; because then, their creative efforts have clearly been according to the norms of the term “creativity”. It’s the same for intelligence, or being historically literate in the English major. Congrats to whomever read all canonized literature for the past four centuries; you may now bore us with pathetically memorized lyrics and stale conversation that most people can’t and won’t keep up with. So despite the pleasant surprise and awe most of us have at spectacular shifts in artistic movements (the avant-gardes) creative artists have a methodological line of thought: whether their art’s meaning emerges in the process , or in its finalized appearance, or its rebellion against any norms, creatives haven’t escaped any box, because that is impossible. Instead, they’ve deconstructed and reconstructed the box with their own architecture of ideals, values, and histories.

The point of the post was to celebrate an artist, Rithka Merchant. DoodlersAnonymous featured a few of his pieces that were composed on separate sheets of paper to complete the fuller picture (which prompted my rant on metonyms). Impressive: the consistency of color and collective composition that needed to be considered as he painted/drew each individual paper must have been some sort of a challenge, and the execution of the whimsical, dream-like visuals as a whole was very well done.

Pieces like these make me wonder about what the artist’s sources were, i.e.  how the limits of a single sheet of paper turns to inspire, and where did they visualize what they were depicting. I don’t really know how I think of what to draw, and sometimes I get a drawing block, but mapping out my own influences in terms of inspirations, ideals, controversies, etc. would be an interesting project (to me, and deathly boring to you).

And *now* I’m off to write my 8 page paper on climate change that I was supposed to start three hours ago.

Graceee