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k00265221 · 2 years ago
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Movement Through Time Project Week 5 : Painting - Still Life (20/02/23)
On Monday I did Sylvia's ( @paintingyear1lsad ) Still Life Painting workshop. This was my second time doing this workshop and I wanted to take the opportunity to try to work on the mistakes that I made the previous time, and also to compare the two paintings.
As I did last time I mixed the three primary colours and made three tones (light, middle and dark). To change things up this time I added yellow paint to the darkest tone to create the lighter tones instead of adding white like I did the last time. This resulted in a more green-tone compared to the warm brown tone in my last painting.
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One of the main differences between last time and this time was that I extended the size of the page beyond the usual A3 size.
We were also encouraged to use one type of stroke (either vertical or horizontal) for the wall and the other type for the floor. This was a new approach for me and I find it very beneficial for distinguishing the floor from the wall.
This is my still life painting:
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I still feel as though I should have used deeper tones especially since the paints lose their poignancy once they dry I am still proud of this painting, the main reason being that I didn't overwork it as much as the last one. I tried to keep what Sylvia said in mind "Less is more". My second painting is far less mucky and cluttered.
Round 2: Round 1:
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ford41142 · 1 year ago
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a study i did because i realized idk how to draw environments at all LMAO
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zookie-art · 7 months ago
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Shadows and light ~
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arinmoss · 6 months ago
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Elliott!! :3
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inkskinned · 1 year ago
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the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.
three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.
two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.
their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.
one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.
i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.
i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.
and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?
you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.
a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.
someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.
#writeblr#warm up#this is longer than i wanted i really considered removing that part about myself and what i went thru#but i think it really fucking bothers me that EVERY time i talk about being an artist#ppl assume i just like. had the skill and ability to drop everything and pay for grad school.#like sir i grew up poor. my house wasn't a safe space. i gave up a FREE RIDE TO LAW SCHOOL. for THIS. bc i chose it.#was it fucking hard? was i choosing the hard thing?? yes.#but we need to stop seeing artists as lazy layabouts that can ''afford'' to just ''sit around and create''#when MANY - if not MOST - of us are NOT like that. we have to work our fucking ASSES off. hard work. long and hard work#part of valuing artists is recognizing the amount we sacrifice to make our art. bc it doesn't just#like HAPPEN to us. also btw it rarely has anything to do with true talent.#speaking as someone with a chronic condition i hate when ppl are like u have it easy. like actively as i'm writing this my hands r#ACTIVELY hurting me. i haven't been posting bc my left hand was curled in a claw for the last week#this isn't fucking luck. after a certain point it's not even TALENT. it's dedication & sacrifice.#''u get to flounce around and do nothing with ur life'' is a narrative that is a direct result of capitalism#imagine if we said that about literally any other profession.#''oh so u give up 10 yrs of ur life to be a doctor? u sacrifice having a social life and u get SUPER in debt?#u need to work countless hours and it will often be thankless? well i wish i was that lucky''#we should be applying that logic to landlords ONLY#''oh ur mom and dad gave u the money to buy a house? and all u did was paint it white and rent it? huh.''
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gemsbokk · 1 month ago
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absolutely not even gonna attempt full skilltober but i wanted to make prints of some of my favs so this is the perfect time to post these
(it's teaching him the other uses of "hardcore". important knowledge.)
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isjasz · 1 month ago
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Memories that aren't yours (thinking about the. scar multiverse...)
definitelynottober- day 14 in the webs we weave inspired by this post 💥💥💥💥💥
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doesephs · 4 months ago
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put kevin day in the nba bet he could dribble like no man’s land. interrupting ANCIENT MESOPOTAMIA:(
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everotten · 1 month ago
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Thinking about Chimera Ariane again
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parasolemn · 21 days ago
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Oil on canvas 19.8x20.2cm
empathy's design: trialofasphodel suggestion's design: shrimp-8020 authority's design: spilledkaleidoscope
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aulerean · 9 months ago
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gem's angler fish? pretty cool.
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jonny-stims · 17 days ago
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finished disco elysium said, "huh." started the game all over again
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aldoodles · 3 months ago
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I’m gonna call this finished for now
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shapelytimber · 1 year ago
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Summer in Jamrock ! (Never trust a (former) gym teacher)
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Just some silly sketches lgkgkgifof but I had fun !
[COMMISSION]
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egophiliac · 29 days ago
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heeey guess what, I'm obsessed with this idiot flamingo now
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keferon · 2 months ago
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Day one of me trying to make better Drift figure than Hasbro ',:)
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Okay okay so. I found this (checks the box) Gundam Aerial Model Kit? Look at this thing. It is basically already Drift. It has really similar type of figure and even finals:D I still need to find a way to make his massive shoulder plates though.
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