I Did Not Draw This

Dröm.

2012-02-11T02:40:00.004-05:00

My workspace seems to change dramatically throughout the year. I kind of like this one. This is winter semester 2012:

I spy the three things in this picture that define me:

-Advil

-A trilogy by a certain language-obsessed author.

-A foggy, underused water bottle.

Part IV: St. Catherine at the Tree Line

2012-02-02T14:09:00.001-05:00

Acrylic on Illustration Board. 20" x 15".

Peter Pan

2012-01-26T19:04:00.001-05:00

Two Quickies

2012-01-11T01:30:00.000-05:00

from London in November.

Dear England,

2011-12-13T03:39:00.000-05:00

You have been difficult, but you have also been a dream.

(P.S. Thanks for introducing me to the Italian Gothics.)

Sincerely,
-Maddy Rupard

Quelques Drawing Projects of Late

2011-11-10T16:28:00.005-05:00

Pt I.

For me there should be a saying, "You can't make something from everything." There are so many things that I have checked off in my head as awesome, and so I try to mix them all together in my work, and then it often turns out feeling a bit like a funfetti cake or something. What started as the Snow Queen (and may yet still be the theme) has been contaminated by too many dreams, cool paintings I have seen in museums, sisters, songs, etcetera. I just do not know how to edit things out and form it into something tangible, so I just keep taping things to my wall.

Pt II.

I was walking across the bridge to the Westminster tube station on a sweaty Saturday, when I decided to look up. Thank goodness, for I beheld and fell instantly in love with this charioted woman. Here is Queen Boudicca (Bo-de-see-a), who finds herself fiercely memorialized in dark marble, at a good 20 foot height above the crowd that is generally always surrounding this touristy area.

With her two daughters and her manic horses she is forever stuck in the moments before she charges up the path to Parliament to demand the freedom of her Celtic people. She was victorious this time, but she and her daughters were eventually captured and killed by Roman soldiers in 61 A.D. She had nothing to do with my studio project and yet had been on my mind for a few weeks. I came back to Westminster one afternoon and stared at her for about three hours, and could've easily done it for a few dozen more.

Two Saturday Quickies.

2011-10-16T16:29:00.000-04:00

Two weekend paintings based off a Tudor portrait of Katherine Parr and Waterhouse's Circe. This is part of a collaboration with Madeline Mcneil and Becca Zabbawa. Something else is yet to be added to them. It felt nice to work loose and fast for once.

Sneedronningen Scraps.

2011-09-26T14:11:00.008-04:00

More to come soon. Sketches and WIP for the "Sneedronningen" project or better known as the "Snow Queen" by Hans Christian Andersen, an old Danish story that is full of so many interesting images that I want to try my hand at. This is a few tries of a certain pose for my Gerda character. I am in London for the next few months and the internet situation here in the BYU Centre is laughable, so if things are a bit sparse, that's why. Thanks to anyone who stops by and just takes time to look. London is "so diverting", but hopefully I'll have a good series to post by the time Christmas comes around.

Stories and women.

2011-09-09T22:06:00.002-04:00

The Unfox.

2011-08-21T04:14:00.001-04:00

A little doodle inspired by some recent current events.

Colleen Image Ideas

2011-08-01T19:26:00.006-04:00

"Well they took me in
And shod my feet and taught me prayers for chastity,
And said my name would be Colleen
and that I was blessed among all women to have forgotten everything."

Quelque chose de vieux, quelque chose de nouveau.

2011-07-21T05:06:00.002-04:00

Salut, och hejsan, and hello! I'm posting a little sketch of that particular project in the which I am trying to draw a convincing sleeping woman. This is a study of Flaming June by Lord Frederic Leighton.

For the "quelque chose de vieux," we have here a comic attempt of mine from a few months ago in the form of the beautiful story of Eugene Onegin by Mr. Aleksandr Pushkin, Russia's great poet and one of my auteurs preferés moi-même.

The melancholy Tatyana Larina is one of my favorite women literary characters of all time.

“Tatyana (being Russian in her soul,
herself not knowing why)
with its cold beauty
loved Russian winter:
rime in the sun upon a frosty day,
and sleighs, and, at late dawn,
the radiance of pink snows,
and murk of Twelfthtide eves.”
- An excerpt from the version translated by Nabokov.

Oh Tanya, if ever the words "I feel you" rang more true. How I adore Pushkin and the descriptions of his mother country. The talk of sleighs and transparent forests, and “Winter, the sorceress.” Sigh. I'm not really a summer person, guys. There. I said it.

Baby Hummingbird

2011-07-11T11:36:00.001-04:00

Baby Hummingbird from madeline rupard on Vimeo.

Symbiotic Relationship

2011-07-07T21:53:00.001-04:00

Your Wild Brain

2011-07-04T03:59:00.003-04:00

Spicy Thaiger

2011-06-17T12:43:00.000-04:00

A little design project. Dedicated to Tapatio flavored Doritos.

Au Revoir, Georgia.

2011-06-15T11:18:00.001-04:00

This morning marks the first after the rush and stress of moving into our house in St. George. I am sitting in my newly furnished room, listening to Brian Eno's Music for Airports part I. There is this quiet sadness that I suddenly feel about leaving Georgia--but really the East Coast, my home, the Tamarack forest, the colonial history, the many places that I have etched into my mind as real beauty--Bingham swamp, deep in Georgia where we could hear the alligators' mating calls, or when we went to Harper's Ferry one autumn afternoon after church, or just the view of the tall woods from our house in Silver Spring.

I really didn't feel sad about moving until now. I haven't in general. I think that geography is incredibly important and that there's some real feelings that we can associate to the directions North, East, South, and West. The North is my goal, and always will be. The South, as we left it, felt like a stuck place to me. It felt hot, tired, maybe even angry. It was the title character from Faulkner's A Rose for Emily, holding onto the corpse of old ideas, staying in the same decaying room until death. I know it's a bit dramatic, but I can't emphasize this feeling enough. I literally felt as if a burden had been lifted as we left the state line of Georgia....then I felt it again as we left Kentucky and entered Georgia again for a couple of minutes due to the way the highway runs through the state. Then once more, and finally it was gone. I don't intend to insult the South, because it is in many ways a very nice place to live, this is just how I feel currently.

The West is new, it is fresh, it is, in a way, the modern art of geography. It is starkly beautiful, misunderstood and uncomfortable at times, exhilarating at others. For me, it is a training ground for however long it needs to be--years or decades. St. George is a particularly happy, sunshiney city, but I feel towards it the way I feel towards the utopian small town in Big Fish that Edward Bloom finds in the middle of the forest, early in his journey and decides to leave to continue on with the adventure of life and jumping spiders. On a related note, whenever I move somewhere, I look up the spiders of the area simply because they are the worst and it turns out there's only one kind of deadly spider in St. George as opposed to the millions in Georgia. So that's another good thing. By the way it's called a Desert recluse and unlike the Brown Recluse, it's Eastern counterpart, it doesn't have a violin shape on it's head. You can recognize it by it's similar body shape and the six eyes it has on it's head, instead of the normal spider's amount of eight eyes.

Maya & the Drewpster, Sketches of

2011-05-25T19:16:00.000-04:00

Concert Poster, Shmoncert Shmoster

2011-05-13T15:42:00.006-04:00

and leave the birds all the trimmings.

2011-05-02T04:32:00.004-04:00

Late late night sketching.

J Dub

2011-04-27T16:03:00.000-04:00

A little waterhouse from last weekend

Chello.

2011-04-20T02:32:00.003-04:00

I am not the best blogger this month--I'm sorry! I appreciate your views and comments anyways. In all honesty, I have not made the time out of stress from many different areas of life. But, hey, I got into the Bachelor of Fine Arts Illustration Program here at BYU! So...here are some 30 second figure drawings I dug up recently for the review process. I think they're from last semester. I will put some final projects up by the end of the week, at which point I will probably be in Georgia for the last time in a long time.

But spring is here! This season means that my family will be making a much awaited move to St. George, Utah: a pleasant Southwestern town full of red rock and beautiful sunsets.We're pretty excited. Spring also means more morning walks, even more Joanna Newsom, and new goals, including a nice little makeover of my blog, still forthcoming. I'm testing out this title at the moment. I know what you're thinking, "But, Maddy, you're not Russian! Nor can you claim to have any ties to Russian culture or language!" And rightly said, I am but a Hungarian/Swedish mix, but I just like the idea of this strange, distant land. It's literature, landscape, weather, and general air of dismay has risen as this huge interest to me, for reasons I am still unaware. I read this certain line "under the Russian sky" in Pushkin's work lately and I liked it. I might bag it, but for now it's kind of working for me.

Un cerf.

2011-03-10T14:48:00.001-05:00

I'm going to paint this.

Sketchbook Part 2

2011-02-26T15:48:00.001-05:00

The idea of illustrating Russian literature is what's getting me excited lately.

Sketchbook Part 1

2011-02-26T07:20:00.000-05:00

Just finished my black sketchbook.

Saturday Morning

2011-02-15T02:02:00.003-05:00

Un petit exercice.

2011-02-12T02:16:00.002-05:00

Sorry for taking forever to post something new. I've been avoiding the internet like the plague, due to its ability to keep me from doing productive things. I've even been slacking on tumblr posts, which are the easiest to make.

So, this was a class exercise in 2D Design that I think turned out kind of cool. I'll be posting a bigger illustration project on here dans quelques jours!

New Painting

2011-01-25T04:25:00.003-05:00

Working on some of my own projects. Its a problem, because I get really excited about the things that don't have due dates. (But hey, at least I get excited about something.) Anyways I started this one about this time last year and finally revisited it in the last few weeks.

Seraphine de Senlis, Rousseau, and Kershisnik have recently fascinated me and reminded me of the beauty of what I like to call "naive art." I am also trying to explore the form of hands. Physically, they are one of those things that are both graceful and extremely awkward. There is a spidery quality about them and then they have tons of knobby joints. This juxtaposition happens a lot in nature though. Think of it...greyhounds, siamese cats, stick-thin girls...all a little bit awkward and lovely.

Tableau.

2011-01-16T23:18:00.006-05:00

An Idea.

2011-01-05T00:15:00.000-05:00

Sisters

2010-12-12T03:07:00.006-05:00

Drew and Maya in Sinking Springs

I need a new moleskin. I'm filling in margins now.

There's something I love about Pennsylvania. It's so close to Maryland, my childhood, and my home, but it's a little off center, and even a bit mysterious.

I've wanted to be there a few times this semester.

Alexander

2010-11-27T22:38:00.008-05:00

Perfection

2010-11-11T23:18:00.001-05:00

That girl in the airport.

She’s reading books by Dave Eggers.

She’s eating almonds for snacks

and has a best friend--a boy

sitting next to her.

And you can bet they’ve rock climbed together,

or gone to Norway together,

and maybe even decided to be just friends.

And there’s a 30 percent chance her name is Kate.

And that she exercises daily.

I started a tumblr...

2010-10-27T02:53:00.005-04:00

yikes. I said it.

http://treesclaptheirhands.tumblr.com/

This blog here is still my art blog...the tumblr is a photography experiment thing-ish.

Dear Joanna Newsom,

2010-10-24T07:14:00.003-04:00

You are everything I stand for in art.

peacethief

2010-10-23T06:24:00.005-04:00

part of a larger project.

In the quivering forest...

2010-10-17T00:39:00.004-04:00

Went to Sundance with Audrey from Massachusetts and Claire from Germany today. Talking philosophy in the mountains is just what one needs on a crisp Saturday. We all appreciated that lovely decaying leaves smell that always gets the East Coast nostalgia going.

the littlest greyhound in all of norway

2010-10-14T21:57:00.004-04:00

temporary

2010-10-06T13:12:00.002-04:00

"Temporary." Drypoint. Self portrait. 6"x9"

Drypoint means that instead of etching into beeswax on the copper, I just used needles and burins on the copper without putting any acid on the lines or anything.

Monkey and Cat

2010-09-28T21:06:00.004-04:00

Micron Ink with Photoshop

Referenced from a picture that I saw one time in an old 80s National Geographic.

Two Different Approaches

2010-09-16T15:41:00.003-04:00

Blue Gel Pen, 1st Drawing

Pencil, 2nd drawing

I think I like the pencil one better. What do you think? C'est quoi tu trouves?

Also, I want to share a little quote. I'm reading this wonderful book called Imaginative Writing by Janet Burroway, and one of the things that struck me was,

"'The progress of any writer' said great poet Ted Hughes, 'is marked by those moments when he manages to outwit his own police system.'"

This rings so true for all you drawing and painting "theorists" out there, does it not? It applies so well to all creative pursuits, I believe, which means that it applies well to our human mind. For some reason it's when we least expect it that we do something we actually like.

intaglio shmintaglio

2010-09-10T19:45:00.001-04:00

Bon-a-tirer! What, what. My first intaglio print EVER.

This is an anting blue jay. What is anting, you ask? Simply when a bird (typically a jay) lands on an ant mound, the ants get into their feathers and clean their feathers pretty well. And, hey, he might just eat some of the ants while he's feeling hungry. A pretty good deal for him, not so much for the ants. Its like going through a carwash and then eating the carwasher.

Anyways, I thought it was an interesting phenomenon, donc, Voila! Hope everyone had a good labor day.

change of scenery

2010-09-03T01:17:00.004-04:00

I am officially back in Provo, which is a lovely place in the summer. It's hard to believe that in but a few months I will be cursing the cold weather and the icy pathways to class. I've been running up these sunflowered hills every day, trying to get acquainted with Utah's natural beauty, which is something I didn't really let myself do last semester. Running tends to help me do that. Also, I have an intaglio class this semester, for which I am thoroughly excited.

But always up the mountainside you're clambering,

Groping blindly, hungry for anything,

Picking through your pocket linings--well, what is this?

Scrap of sassafrass, eh sysiphus?

do not underestimate

2010-08-22T23:50:00.001-04:00

the power of the backs of peoples heads in church. Just a little sacrament sketch.

un renard

2010-08-18T22:03:00.001-04:00

my animal preferée. ink on watercolor paper, soaked in coffee grounds.

I feel like I'm developing a phobia of...

2010-08-16T04:12:00.004-04:00

mushrooms.

Is that weird? To be honest, its all because of this poem that

Maya showed this to me. There's this category of art in the world that is beautiful in its sheer creepiness.

Mushrooms
by Sylvia Plath

"Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly

Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.

Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.

Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,

Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,

Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We

Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking

Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!

We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,

Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:

We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door. "

Isn't that chilling?
And, apparently mushroom phobias are a real problem. There's even an ezine article about dealing with them:
You Are Not Alone In Your Fear Of Mushrooms. My favorite quote is "Most of us treat a trip to the supermarket as a common necessity, not a challenge. To the person with a fear of mushrooms the supermarket trip requires careful planning." Is anyone thinking what I'm thinking? So much untapped comedic potential.

(P.S. Pay no attention to what time this was posted at.)

only skin

2010-08-08T19:08:00.006-04:00

l'arbre tombée

2010-08-04T21:27:00.005-04:00

In Old Lyme Connecticut there are wonderful, fern-filled woods. Me and Maya went out one day and we found a humongous fallen tree. It left a pond of water behind it and its roots were tangled.

maya and a bird

2010-07-30T17:29:00.010-04:00

My sister loves every winged thing that exists. She's been trying to convince my dad (who only likes cats) for two years that she needs a bird. As a replacement for her lack of a bird, she often goes outside and finds nests of cardinals and mockingbirds. She has been attacked by many a momma bird.

red-tailed hawk

2010-07-28T00:03:00.006-04:00

I saw a red tailed hawk today in flight down at Phinizy Swamp. Phinizy Swamp is now my favorite place in Augusta. It just beat the Savannah River Walk. My sister joined a bird watching club there, so I spent a few hours there waiting for her this morning, walking through the swampy landscapes (which can get quite incredible). I saw a couple of different birds of prey and a large blue heron while I was there.

This is an 8"x10" watercolor and ink painting. This will be on my etsy shop shortly and also on display at the bean baskette café at the library.

your precious long face

2010-07-25T01:15:00.007-04:00

My aunt and uncle live in a suburban Pennsylvania in a town called Sinking Springs.

Just a few days ago, I was taking a gravel road back to their house during a run, and while doing so I stumbled across this little dead baby deer. I found her at the top of a grassy hill and I almost ran onto her body accidentally. After I registered what she was, I couldn’t help but stare at the fawn for a few minutes. I’m not really a death-centered person in general, but for some reason this little deer struck me as very interesting and a little bit nice in her fallen state. She didn’t smell bad; Her fur and bones seemed to be, for the most part, all that was left.

discoveries

2010-07-20T15:22:00.011-04:00

there's a light in the wings, hits this system of strings,
from the side while they swing,
see the wires, the wires, the wires

une promenade du matin

2010-07-19T09:29:00.003-04:00

Nor'eastern Sketches

2010-07-10T01:37:00.006-04:00

I found these bad boys on my computer. I drew them in New England not but a month ago.

Oh, and.....I'M GOING BACK TO THE NORTH!!! FOR THE THIRD FREAKIN' TIME THIS SUMMER. CAPS LOCK.

FYI, I LOVE CAPS LOCKED CONVERSATIONS WITH LIZ.

grandpa's hands

2010-07-07T18:17:00.002-04:00

the swamp after dawn

2010-07-06T14:58:00.007-04:00

The southern lands are pretty in their own marshy and humid way. And sometimes I don't respect that enough.

After a little morning jog around the hood, I rested and drank water in the piano room. I heard movement upstairs and saw my mom walking around with her purse on her shoulder.
"Maya and I are going to Phinizy Swamp. You can join us if you'd like."
"Okay."

Tatyana's Letter

2010-07-02T23:39:00.004-04:00

I've been reading some of this Alexander Pushkin guys' stuff lately. I watched the film Onegin the other day and it hit a note, so I checked out his poems. I love this following passage as the young impressionable Tatyana writes a desperately honest love letter to the worldly and handsome Onegin. Keep in mind that this was all written in Russian and translated to rhyme in the English language.

"Another!… No, no one on this earth
Is there to whom I'd give my heart!
That is ordained by highest fate…
That is heaven's will - that I am yours;
My life till now was but a pledge,
Of meeting with you, a forward image;
You were sent by heaven of that I'm sure,
To the grave itself you are my saviour…
In dreams you have appeared to me,
Though yet unseen, I held you dear,
Your glance and strangeness tortured me...
Before you the tears roll down my cheek,
And your protection I beseech
Deserving, I know, reproach and scorn."

In Onegin's later utter refusal of her offer of love he responds,
"But I was not born for happiness;
It is foreign to this tortured mind;
Your perfections are so much nothingness
To me, I am of the unworthy kind.
Believe me (my conscience is here guarantor),
As spouses we would suffer agony,
For, however much I adored you first,
Custom would cool me instantly.
Then you would weep, but all your tears
Would leave unmoved my stony heart
You interpret my heart, my nature,
as you wish to believe it.
In truth, I have no secret longing to be saved from myself."

Yes.
Pushkin I think, might just be Russia's Shakespeare.
(OR is Shakespeare England's Pushkin? TWIST!)

Birds of My Neighborhood.

2010-06-30T13:35:00.007-04:00

Natural history is kind of what I'm feeling, so I'm going for it.
I figured I'd start with birds that I see in my backyard and on my feeder all the time. The oriole was something I spotted the other day while sitting by the pool. I don't think I've ever seen one in Georgia until now.
Top to Bottom,
Left to Right:
cardinalis cardinalis (Cardinal), icterus spurius (Orchard Oriole), archilochus colubris (Ruby-Throated Hummingbird), peucaea aestiralis (Bachman Sparrow)

Un Arbre de Georgie

2010-06-29T22:43:00.001-04:00

une jolie fille et la boite

2010-06-25T17:10:00.004-04:00

I'm into awkwardness lately.

Ink on a wood panel.

Not finished, bien sur.

I'm thinking of painting it...peut être .

Fox attack!

2010-06-20T12:30:00.003-04:00

Mimba

2010-06-18T21:23:00.008-04:00

My bulimic, senile, and very drawable cat.

I dream of....

2010-06-13T01:30:00.000-04:00

Frosty England mornings. Thornfield-esque.

We caught a dragonfly the other day.

2010-06-07T19:24:00.000-04:00

And then let him go. But first I did this:

In the words of bjork....

2010-05-30T20:24:00.000-04:00

all is full of love. acrylic. 28x32.

Bcp de visages encore.

2010-05-28T23:58:00.000-04:00

It's Bound to Melt Your Heart

2010-05-24T12:07:00.000-04:00

Allo, tout le mondeeee.....
Hello, blogging world.

Just in case you were wondering....I am back from my little beginning of summer hiatus. I have a goal to continue posting on this fairly regularly. At least once a week. It keeps me going in an artistic direction, even if I'm the only one reading it =]. Since being in Provo, Utah I have been traveling to Southern Utah, New York, Atlanta, Connecticut, the lovely Massachussetts, and I am finally sitting on solid ground in the humid and hot Augusta, GA. So I will probably have a few artistic entries from those places in the futur proche. Expect plus de frenglish. Parce qu'au derniers temps c'est comment je pense ET je parle.

Loving me some Jenny Lewis these days.
Also, I left my pretty red moleskine on a plane from Denver. Sucks. So my kind sister Maya bought me a new black one. Elle est vraiment gentile (et riche).

This is a Sargent facial study. I love John Singer Sargent--mainly because of his eye for the angles of the face. And his eye for unique female beauty.

"I am officially a white person, or, the pretty mexican boy."

2010-04-18T20:22:00.000-04:00

Yes, I bought a moleskine. No, that does not magically make me Ernest Hemingway. Yes, it feels kind of good. I'm done with school, so I figured this would be a treat to myself and something to record this beautifully anticipated summer with. Its paper is so....so smooth. The last photo is this mexican boy in my figure drawing class that is beautiful and shy. I love that combination, its so Amélie Poulain.

Beauty in some of its forms.

2010-04-02T03:27:00.000-04:00

Just a self reminder of why the aesthetics matter. That's all.

New Painting

2010-03-15T05:22:00.000-04:00

Le mannequin s'appelle Sarah et elle est quelqu'un qui a l'air des filles de Waterhouse. La peau blanche, les yeux marrons foncés, et les levres qui sont toujours rouges....Ce sont toutes magnifiques! Bon, ben..

I've learned that I work best when I have many little projects going on at the same time. This is one of them à ce moment. This is in the earlier stages right now ....I am learning slowly but surely how to paint. Every new painting is another long set of mental notes and trial and error. As much as your actions in life make you who you are, so do your thoughts make your painting a failure or success. If you are overeager, the painting never lies. That's what I'm learning at least. Pour moi, I think the issues lie in prioritization. I find that I am either sacrificing proportions or appearance and this is the closest I've come between le deux, je pense. J'espère.

Sorry for the Frenglish. I've been watching foreign films on netflix like nobody's business.

This is my fave of late, a careful and thoughtful one:

I realize that both these images are somewhat similar in their subject matter. This was coincidental, I'm pretty sure.

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

2010-02-18T21:46:00.000-05:00

A lovely lovely quote. I really love this girl's art: http://sundialing.deviantart.com.
She has fairly simplistic yet extraordinary lineart in her work. I picked this quote up from one of her pieces who picked it up from Mr. Vonnegut.

This is my submission for the BYU hunger banquet.

C'est un peu étrange, mais j'aime tes sourcils beaucoup.

2010-01-23T04:22:00.000-05:00

The Telltale Heart

2010-01-13T19:38:00.000-05:00

Its sad that my best memory of this short story is the simpsons episode about it. Oh well. Anyways I've been messing around with this enough and I am now posting it. Might add text to it later.

Peut-etre. C'est possible.

Je veux aller au France.

Come down from the mountain, you have been gone too long.

2009-12-30T17:55:00.001-05:00

We went to this one store and they had wolf and fox faces for sale.

Un beau garcon.

2009-12-16T16:55:00.000-05:00

We all have drawing indulgences.
Some people draw anime. Some people draw superheroes.
Some people draw wolves or lions.
Some people even draw harry potter fanart.

I draw sufjan stevens.

I did not paint these.

2009-12-10T02:21:00.000-05:00

Sometimes you have to appreciate true beauty and recognize the infinitely superior.

Daniel Ridgway Knight

James Christensen

Jeremy Lipking

John Singer Sargent

Emile Friant

Kamil Smala

There's no sure footing.

2009-12-03T20:25:00.001-05:00

No, love I believe.

More of this chick that looks like my sister. I used a cintiq for the first and I was in photoshop heaven.
I love Neko Case.

Ring Upon My Finger

2009-11-21T00:18:00.000-05:00

Can you tell I like faces? Because I really do. Anyways I was just messing around with oils on cardobard.

Sugar, the Horse.

2009-11-06T20:40:00.000-05:00

A grid assignment for class. I'm not done, nor do I think I will ever be.

Its' kind of big, sorry for the crappy photo.

Vengeance is sleeping.

2009-10-28T03:36:00.000-04:00

Whenever I listen to Neko Case I want to draw dogs.

Nature

2009-10-24T15:14:00.001-04:00

Am I the only one who thinks audubon's work is magnifique? I love it! I love how the birds look real but creepily fake.

I really am in love with birds. More than one could say. Also I'm in love with Diana Sudyka's work.

http://thetinyaviary.blogspot.com

Beautiful.

Pour habiter

2009-10-21T23:51:00.000-04:00

Just a quickie of some bamboo in the front of an HFAC. Charcoal Not much, but something to post.

Je crois que c'est une bonne idee pour habiter au le foreign language residence center l'an prochain. Peut-etre. Je crois aussi que c'est une bonne idee pour savoir comment faire les accents sur l'ordinateur ( comme l'accent agu, la circonflexe, les autres....)

Les francais amis:

Si c'est votre langue maternelle, je suis desolee que vous avez vu les phrases nulle que j'ai ecris sur le blog. Je ne pense pas que je peux parler ou ecrire tres bien, mais j'ai essayer toujours. J'espere qu'un jour je comprendrais comment ecrire comme vous, mais pour ce-moment la, c'est seulement pour pratiquer!!!! Merci pour la patience!

Des Cousines.

2009-10-21T00:00:00.000-04:00

I went to my aunt's house this weekend and got to spend time with my lovely cousins in highland......

Here is beautiful Hazel Seamons.

Some non-photog art will be posted soon.

Figure Drawing On Friday

2009-10-17T14:17:00.000-04:00

Someone told me the other day that it was a great idea to just focus one thing when doing figure drawings, because its hard to nail it all at the same time.

So yesterday I focused on just getting the lines of a figure.

Falling Apart

2009-10-15T02:50:00.000-04:00

I feel like she's about to dissolve away.

eh, je ne sais pas qu'est-ce que c'est.

Andrew Bird Cool Factor

2009-10-13T01:19:00.004-04:00

If I was cool enough to make a poster for Andrew Bird it might look something like this:

Dylan, Je t'aime.

2009-10-12T00:23:00.000-04:00

I've come to terms that I have a big crush on this man:

"I'm going back to New York City, I do believe I've had enough"

I've had enough too, Dylan!

Here's my fun swedish friend, Mikaela.

J'aime dessiner

2009-10-09T19:33:00.000-04:00

My sister's baby face and some old work.

Sketchiness

2009-10-07T12:35:00.001-04:00

I love taking photos on cell phones because I feel like the image is so unusually crappy that it would actually make a cool painting. That thought has nothing to do with these images by the way. These are just some of my drawings lately....

Bad Art

2009-08-20T23:27:00.002-04:00

The whole point in hating bad art isn't just the ability to look down on it and say, "Ooh, that is bad art." Nor is it to think subconsciously or consciously, "I am of a high enough intellect and understanding of human nature to recognize that is beneath me."

Bonsoir, tout le monde.

2009-08-14T12:55:00.001-04:00

Hi, I really love writing and drawing. So those are some silly things that will be going on on this blog. I also really love looking at other people's blogs, so that is quite another plus to this whole new blogging thing.