White Line Block Prints

So in printmaking, we started out with this lovely style created in Provincetown MA.

Granted, I had hoped I would be in a class with more modern styles, moving away from the fine art shackles New England has...but i suppose that an older, classical style with subject matter usually consisting of beaches and lighthouses works. >.<


My own bias aside, its an interesting style. I may have melted it down to its base idea and then completely shredded the normal way of doing it though. Already working out what the next block will be.

This is the block once i was pretty much done cutting it

This is what the block looked like after every section was painted

then printed from, one at a time

And this was the finished result, I'm going to be doing more prints from this piece,
but I like how it came out.

Some Updates

So, now to begin updates.

            I am in four art classes now, as well as english (which is gonna make my writing start up again). Hopefully will begin semi-regular paintings, some type of sketch updates....maybe writing as well. Maybe even a regular weekly update (GASP!). Ive also found several possible places to go to for submitting my art, both writing and visual arts. Hoping to use this to get off my ass and get moving.

Figure Modeling- Early Stages

Decided the sculpture needed some eyes >.>

Then a shoggoth appeared.

Also- The plane survived! at least my section did. I guess the school decided to remove it without asking the actual department heads and teachers....but Shingo managed to save almost all the micro sections and my entire tail piece ^_^

Its Happening Again

Ok, so winter vaca wasnt totally useless. But it was for this blog, didnt end up posting anything.

Well, i did work, mostly concept sketching tho and some cool graffiti letter paintings for my siblings for xmas which i forgot to take pics of. Oops.

Hoping to get some pics up of the sketching ive been doing so this at least shows some progress n stuff, maybe even start some system of a weekly upload (gasp!)


This semester should be more promising because im in three different art classes as opposed to my norm of only one- heres hoping!

Gettin back to basics

Boredom and paint.

Lil Liquid Inspiration

New Piece

Next Big Thing(s)

Hey, so im back at college succesfully. w00t.


now...onto bigger things

1) Sculpture- im in an honors class and my next work in it is going to be a 3d graffiti piece i believe. fun.

2) Collabs- i have my own place and plan on doing collabs and maybe corrupting the youth here enough that a semi-regular crew could emerge. My space has plenty of potential for work.

3) Writing- not a major thing but its happening again.

and then there shall be more

Challenge of the Strange City

Little story i wrote.

Challenge of the Peculiar City

08AUG2011

CRYPTO

I have gazed upon the sprawling Eldritch city. I have seen the damned spires, stabbing the highest cloud, reaching up from unknowable depths. I have peered into those yawning voids , diving down further than the oozing, distorted sunlight could illuminate.

No doubt, the pits may fall to the very core of the earth, or someplace deeper still...

I have pondered the strange buildings which crowd around, suffocating narrow alleys, choking them to nothingness. I have crossed bridges carved from the surrounding rock, spanning impossible chasms dotted with structures clinging eerily to the sides, looking as though at any moment they may shake free and plummet for eternity or crawl upwards and take to the sky. Deep within the city and in the very walls around me there began a slow scraping and scratching, as if from wrought-iron claws. It built quietly as I wandered this cursed city. As the last of the sunlight disappeared I saw blood red moonlight begin to reflect from the rock faces of the deep, glistening slowly with an oozing perspiration whose origin I care not to think of, though I feel I know. I heard a wind howling though this place furiously through the heinous architecture, racing down into the voids as if the city were some massive abomination yawning violently as it awoke. I heard rocks shift, and a slow rumbling begin, and I understood what was happening.

The city was searching for me. I knew it sensed my intrusion and felt it reach out to every alley and arch looking for the one who dared enter this desecrated place. I felt the cacophony around me grow, and knew the city had found me. It called out in a hellish onslaught, telling of my doom in this blasphemed place. It called with a howling, scraping, gnashing and crushing force to me.

And I called back:

“Come at me bro”