So my monitor at home is really dark. If something looks good on it doesn't necessarily that it looks good in general. I noticed with the Bruce Lee and Hannibal renderings, the layers come out with really sharp edges so using a proper Mac at school, polished them up yesterday and resubmitted them. The work on them is subtle but of course we always have to pick our work apart and notice things that no one else probably does.

As much as I love drawing by hand, and still plan on doing so, I've been having a lot of fun with Photoshop for the past year or so. I ask here and there and honestly have no idea of what I'm doing, but I'm catching on and exploring to pick up things here and there. Unfortunately, due to talent release forms, there are some (unfortunately some of my favorite) completely digital pieces that I can't post here. This upcoming semester, I going to actually take classes for Photoshop so maybe I won't merely stumble upon new tools to work with but actually know what I'm doing!




My Girlfriend is hot.

Ever since I was 5, I've been drawing with one pencil. I've become so adjusted to it that using anymore than one pencil, I thought, would make life more difficult.

Then started the second semester.

My first semester has been spent working in color with various mediums. Mainly pastel pencils and a bit of Photoshop to give my work that polish.

But now it's back to basics. That's right. A razorblade and sanding block being my sharpener. This semester, it's straight up block and shape drawing along with value studies and now...9 pencils. After a couple weeks, I started to get comfortable with them and now I have no idea of how I got by so long using only one pencil.

So today I tackled working on my first painting in color. After two weeks of gray tones, my professor said I'm just about ready. Or at least I thought I was. Right from the fucking get go, put wwwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy too much paint on my canvas. Only to find out I barely had enough room for one last color that wasn't on his list but he said I need. The pallette is too big for the case, so when hacking off about two inches, I crack the canvas.

Anyway, back to today. Maybe it's the bottle opener on my wallet chain that gave it away, but I got assigned to work on a liquor bottle. Most reds, browns, and beiges. Before that, got a crash course on the bare minimum of the color wheel. The professor told me "think L.A. Lakers and Christmas when you think of compliments (yellow & violet and green & red). Still applied none of that when I started painting the liquor bottle.

Cool thing is, unlike the black and whites I have posted on here, I don't have to finish this right away (thank God). I must say though, this is really challenging and even though it may seem like I'm complaining (I think I am just straight out complaining), the challenge is quite run. It's making me adapt. How many years I've been drawing and I'm just learning about color? I am defnitely looking forward to working on it again next week though.

Checked out a good number of schools and met with a good number of art professors who told me my work just isn't fucking good enough. It's not professional? Duh, never took a lesson in my life, why the fuck do you think I'm trying to get into your school!? WHORES!

Anyway, sometime in September, I met with the director of this school called DuCret School of Arts in Plainfield. Showed him my black book and other stuff from my portfolio, including the 1st and 2nd editions of The DeVry Review. He had nothing but nice things to say about my work That was kinda blindsiding considering that I was used to getting my work bashed by "art aficionados".

So I go to pay the registration fee about a month ago, and I ask Susan, the lady up front, "look, you already have my money, so there's no harm in telling me something. Frank (the Director) said he likes my work and would love for me to attend DuCret. Now, does he say this to everybody?" "Well, he is a very motivating and positive person," she replies. "Oh, figured that much." "But," she interrupts, "he doesn't just say he would like to have just anybody as a student." Fast forward to this morning.

Get into work an hour late. Worked through lunch to pick up the slack. But before that, I'm on my way to Plainfield to resubmit my application. I run into Susan and hand her the application. Turns out they lost my first submission but didn't charge me for another one. And ask her if it's still possible to make the spring semester being that technically, I paid the fee the same day they lost my first application (but damn fucking sure I kept the receipt). A few minutes later I met Frank (the Director) again. He then proceeds to tell me that I will have paper work mailed to me within the next couple weeks and to come back a day or two after the new year. "Why?" as I stare at him as if he has five heads. "Because, we need to figure out what your schedule's going to look like this Spring."

OH YEAH!!! THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES!!! I'M IN!!!