Animal Prints Out of Control
Friday, 30 September 2011 | 3:19 pm
I don't know what was wrong with me this morning.
Maybe it was the fact that the model was posing nude. I tried drawing with charcoal, but it just didn't come out. I kept drawing the head over and over, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. Finally, I abandoned the charcoal stick—I actually broke it in half and huffed and puffed out of frustration—and began working with a pencil.
The result was the same. Charcoal didn't work. Pencil didn't work, too. I told myself to stop this nonsense and get a fucking grip. I really got worried. I was so close to freaking out. I kept asking myself why the hell am I not drawing?
Then he said my name.
I believe that's the first time ever I heard him say my name.
It was that awkward moment when he could actually see me really struggling with myself and he said that if I was in no mood to draw, get the sketchbook instead and do some sketches.
I was so relieved that I almost wanted to thank him; so relieved because now that he had suggested doing that, it didn't feel like I came to school for nothing anymore. At least, I did something. At least, there is a nude sketch in my sketchbook. At least there is something that I could start with later on the A1 paper.
Hopefully, I could deliver.
I believe that's the first time ever I heard him say my name.
It was that awkward moment when he could actually see me really struggling with myself and he said that if I was in no mood to draw, get the sketchbook instead and do some sketches.
I was so relieved that I almost wanted to thank him; so relieved because now that he had suggested doing that, it didn't feel like I came to school for nothing anymore. At least, I did something. At least, there is a nude sketch in my sketchbook. At least there is something that I could start with later on the A1 paper.
Hopefully, I could deliver.
Edge of Razorblades!
Tuesday, 20 September 2011 | 12:51 am
It's tutorial week and I'm on the bedroom floor, brushes in hand with the iPod on, and my improvised palette nearby doing the Harmony painting. I've been there for hours. My back aches. My eyes sting. My coughs never subsiding. Then I took a step back, look at what I've been painstakingly painting since daylight and thought, This is why we practice.
Long story short, I had no idea I could paint plaid and actually be satisfied with it.
It is bloody worth it.
The only annoying part is this: I'm sick again.
Well, I've never really recovered properly. And the flu just came back. It's one of those flus where you feel like sneezing and then you don't. Instead, you have tears coming out of one eye. What the actual bleep, man.