Final Post!

Class work, homework, grasp of ideas and techniques:

Sketchbook, absences, blog upkeep:

Overall though I think I did pretty well this semester. No major flubs or horrendous work. Music selection this semester was much better, thank you Jason. The 'fun' project was not so fun, but I don't believe I was in the right mindset Tuesday morning anyways. My mind was a little bogged down. That was a flood pun. I'll probably end up with a B, plus or minus. That was a grade pun. Now, off to make my sketchbook look alright.

What better way to exhibit mark-making techniques than to display some lovely beard art?

And I surely love beards.

Blogosphere.

BLOG BLOG BLOG BLOGGING BLOG BLOG BLOG

BLOGGING BLOGS BLOG FOR THE CAMERA, BLOG FOR THE FAME

BLOGGIN; BLOGUE; BLOGNA

Truthfully, dear Jason, I have a hard time with this blog. I can't really get in to it so much.

I'll try harder in the next three weeks. God forbid I take this course again. No offense.

I can post pictures though!

Bonnaroo Fever.

The Beastie Boys. Taken from the pit. It's blurry because I was so fucking excited. ENCORE WAS AS FOLLOWS: INTERGALACTIC PLANETARY, THREE MC'S AND ONE DJ, HEART ATTACK MAN, AND MOTHERFUCKING SABOTAGE.

Taken as I was walking back from the campgrounds to the soundtrack of Bruce Springsteen playing his set up ahead.

My best friend Katy with the Which Stage in the background. This was ten minutes before Gomez kickstarted our beautiful weekend.

The super-magical-at-the-time hot air balloon beside the Planet Roo marker; Snoop Dogg performing while Katy and I somehow managed to wrangle our way into the rafters.

I am posting this because my family just pitched in to get my 2010 Bonnaroo ticket for an early birthday present, and the line-up for this year was released yesterday. Acts I am so looking forward to: Weezer, The Black Keys, The Dead Weather, Steve Martin, John Fogerty, Regina Spektor, Stevie Wonder, The Melvins, Les Claypool, Jay-Z, Tenacious D, and Against Me!

I am so excited. Only 19 more weeks. Ah, that is too far away.

On another note....my thoughts on drawing this week:

1.I cannot stay focused during class.

2. My drawings are suffering horribly because of this.

3.My homework is still coming out really lame.

4. I need to do more in my sketchbook.

5. I can't get into the still life whatsoever.

6. Stonehenge paper is not that sexy.

7. I'm running out of supplies.

8. When the heater turns on in class, my brain turns off. Too hot.

9. Drawing and I don't like eachother right now.

10. I think that is kind of obvious.

Valentine's Day is on Sunday. Me, Heidi, rum, and 'The Notebook' are staying in so we don't have to watch happy couples participate in the romantic pre-babymakin' games.

Sicker than a dog.

See you on Tuesday when I can hopefully breathe out of both nostrils.

Marilyn Murphy

Marilyn Murphy is an amazing woman. My grandparents own a painting done by her of a cane field on fire against this rich, velvety black sky. It's glorious. She's a friend of theirs; Her husband is this insane dude named Wayne Roland Brown. He's a Kiwi recording artist, and owns an opal mine in New Zealand somewhere. He can play didgeridoo like a madman. Marilyn's graphite skills are only riveled by her oil skills. Lady's a champ. She recently (by recently I mean like three years ago) had an exhibit at the Frist Museum in Nashville about 'dangerous desserts'. It was splendid.

Artist Number One: Salvador Dali

The way the large blocks of positive space (i.e. the exploded fragments of the head, the figures in the "Pomegranate" painting) interrupt the negative spaces of the background make for interesting shapes that lead your eye around the paintings. Plus, Dali was a fucking genius/madman. Everything he did was amazing.

(I don't know how to move pictures around in my post, and your tutorial didn't help because I don't have a Mac. So, boo on you Jason. Each artist will be a different post.)