There was a period of time when I never drew myself. I didn’t allow others to draw me, and I took very few pictures of myself too. Some might assume this had to do with some sort of confidence or body image issue. How cliche do you think I am?
The theme of a current project of mine (My first live action film! Eek!) is disconnect and indirectness. Ok, that IS pretty cliche for an artist. Anyway, I’ve made it so because of the nature of art itself. Bear with me now: art is often an analogy of some kind. If one were to be literal with one’s art, one wouldn’t call it art. One would call it whatever the hell it is—a table, a house, a hammer. Now, this statement breaks down slightly when we begin to define art apart from its contemplative qualities. I do happen to believe that art does include design, in many cases. This is why I mentioned that “art is OFTEN an analogy”.
Aaaaaanyway, because art— at least my art— is often an analogy, actually depicting myself has long since been a strange way to communicate anything of value. But lately, I’ve come to a new realization: who in tarnation cares?
I used to draw cats, monsters, dolls, and other things to represent me in scenes. And now I use me to represent other things in scenes that I draw. So, here are some of those!
It’s a tricky game, being a part of society. On one hand, something inside one yearns for community and a sense of membership. There’s an undeniable need to be a part of something greater than myself. On the other hand, a herd of humans can easily infect one with some dangerous afflictions. And unfortunately, I’m terrible at games.
The surreptitious influence of my little pod of primates has had many results, including me thinking that my work is good only if it’s like by a large amount of people. Thankfully, before this notion affected what I made, I caught onto the infiltration and resolved to create from my point of view, instead of that of the masses.
If one person can be touched or inspired by what I make, I’d have satisfied my role in the game.
Since the only celebrities I draw are chefs and comedians, I’m officially stating that these are not celebrity portraits, but drawings of characters that I love.
It took me many tries and 2 days on set to get Leonard right. You’d think it’d be easier to draw his features.
I fell in love with this app, art studio, and now that the USB port on my computer needs a-fixin, my phone’s been my main source of color for my doodles.
When I first began using this app, art studio, I was timid and conservative with color and lines. Then, I thought, “screw this,” and this happened.
The most recent installment of the “Hotel California” series. This is #4, finger painted on the iPhone via the art studio app.
“Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here”
#2 in the series based on one of my favorite songs.
“Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night”
To a weary traveler of dreams and significance, the lure of glory and the promise of comfort can be a brilliant trap.
“On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air”
This song has been a mystical fairy in my life ever since I can remember. It wasn’t until just after college that I began to truly appreciate the lyrics.
Was it the haze of being bed-ridden that made me begin this series? Perhaps the fascination I have with this new app? And why did I blog #3 first? Who knows? Here’s the first one and all of my novice attempts at painting with Art Studio on my iPhone with my finger.
Dance if you’re always the odd one and people just can’t place you.
Loving this app!
Being bed-ridden for many days, this app is an obsession. I loves me some finger painting.