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.)

Assigned Assignment Post.

Why did I come to MCA?

I decided to attend MCA because of its proximity to my home in Nashville, the scholarship I was awarded, and the hope that Memphis would end up being a neat city to thrive in.

What is my major?

Hopefully photography. I came in here thinking Illustration, so who knows.

What attracted me to MCA?

I actually drove to MCA in the early fall of '09 so my friend could meet with Shannon for a tour. He went to SAIC, I went to MCA. Funny how things happen that way. To address what attracted me to the school: Probably the small class sizes, and the campus. The scholarship I received swayed me a tad too, ha.

What do I want to do in the future?

I want to be a musician/concert photographer, and follow in the heavy footsteps that Annie Leibovitz laid. If I can come anywhere close to her astronomical talent, I will die a happy woman. My only goal is to mesh my deep adoration with music with my undying love of art.

First post of the Drawing 2 season.

Here we be, on this lovely internet sea.

It is 1:15 AM. I have no reason to be up this late. I did my homework earlier in the afternoon. It's bamboo. If I learned anything from last semester, it would be time management. I've never had such time restrictions on art assignments, and I fucked up whole lot. My goal this time around is to do much better on my homework projects.

I wish we could listen to different music. Matisyahu and Metallica is definitely not something I want to listen to while drawing. Maybe some Charlie Feathers or Wanda Jackson. Or, I wish an iPod would suddenly appear in my life, just for me. My first generation one sadly passed away this summer over the 4th of July week. There might have been beer involved.

Charcoal and I are in a tumultuous relationship.

Speaking of relationships, I had a realization. Every single (pun) person I know in Memphis has a significant other. Even the creepy gas station guy has a baby momma. Not that I want to be a baby momma or anything, but come on. I'm starting to fret.

Would it be weird if I brought a pillow to class to sit on so my butt doesn't go numb?

Yeah. I think so.

KABLAM! ELIMINATION. Lack of education! (Self-evaluation)

PROS:

This class made me draw in a larger format. This is good. I tend to keep a small sketchbook, and my pieces before were rarely larger than 18 x 24. Drah byeeg, or go hawm! YEEEEEHAAAWWWW

I now am no longer on the fence with Jack Johnson. Hate him all the way. Sorry Jason. He's like Mexican food without salsa. Instead of spice, he has a guitar. A sad one. One that you would buy from Esteban on HSN.

I found out conte and I could start a relationship. He's going to have to get a job though, and quit eating Cheese Puffs on the couch.

Bones are fun to draw. Specifically animal.

I can now include line variation in more things without wanting to shade so bad.

CONS:

I found out it takes exactly 23 minutes before I get uncomfortable on a drawing horse. It feels really odd when your butt falls asleep.

The rulers really made me dislike the class for weeks. I just think it is ludicrous to draw a round object with a ruler (aka planar analysis).

Sometimes the still lifes blew hard. A jack-o-lantern? For real? And I'm pretty sure everyone in the room drew it too.

The studio is really way too small for the size of the class.

Gesture drawings and whatnot: Come on. At least another week of that should of happened.

But, for the real self-evaluation part of this post:

I think my time managment skills could have been way better. I felt embarrased turning in some of the work I did. As far as in-class work, I was pleased. Drawing four pictures straight in a row was very tedious, but I'm sure it taught me something. Still grasping for the meaning. I let up on my details-details OCD, I think. Overall, the course is titled well. It is a foundation, Drawing 101 course. It will never be extremely exciting. No need to fail it either. I think I was middle-of-the-pack homework-wise, but class work I think was pretty good. I'd be alright with a B or something.

See you next semester; thanks for professin'.

NOVEMBER, I THINK I LOVE YOU.

NOVEMBER MENU OF EVENTS FOR MIM TO PARTAKE IN:

KING KHAN & BBQ SHOW 11/10
JEFF the BROTHERHOOD 11/11
HOME FOR THE WEEKEND 11/12-11/15
DAN AUERBACH 11/20
TRIP TO MICHIGAN 11/25-11/29
THANKSGIVING 11/26

(Homework and other assignments will be done in between the mayhem. Probably.)

P.S.(Drawing ivy was kind of a stupid idea.)
P.P.S.(GUESS WHO'S IN YOUR CLASS NEXT SEMESTER?)
P.P.P.S.(It's me.)