Long time, no post from me.
Hello buds. Thanks for keeping the art coming from you arttimers.
Here is a drawing. Right Eye is holding up an eyebrow, Lefty drops his and will feel sad for a short spell.
Nose is out of joint..
“The Sati” is my rendition of the practice of the willful or coerced self-immolation of widowed women in their husbands funeral pyre that used to take place in Hindu society. The practice of sati has been outlawed several times, and yet serves as a reminder of a harsh past for women in the context of a certain kind of Hinduism.
On a lighter note, here is a picture of a windowsill.
Here are three images I almost entirely forgot about until I rediscovered them yesterday night. These were all made on Texada Island, in the fantastic home of An, Oscar and Seneca. In one of the washrooms in this house—the quaint middle-floor one that gets lots of sun—there is a corner with a sketch pad and some art supplies; this ought to be a washroom standard. Allow me to explain why.
Halfway into July, I came down with a gastrointestinal ailment of undetermined origin; I suspect it had something to a dirty water bottle that had been sitting in the sun all day, and with my decision to drink from it after a long and exhausting horseback ride—a decision I will never make again.
In any case, as a result of my delirious state, I was blessed with three full days of nothing but uncomfortable sleep, and long trips to the washroom.
The following three pieces are a result of my washroom art-times, and are not for the faint of heart.
Drawing #1: What is it you hear?
Drawing #2: Untitled, with eyes and bow tie by Seneca :P
Drawing #3: Attempts at a horse
Note my artists’ signature on the last drawing… right next to the horse wearing glasses and a fake mustache.
Questions and concerns will be addressed in short order.
Throughout my time at Fleming college, I have contributed several articles to an independent magazine distributed at the campus. All of the articles are written by students for students. Ontop of contributed botanically inquisitive articles and poetry, I decided to leave a lasting impression on the very last issue to be published by designing a new logo for the cover.
Below is a link to the article that I wrote in the magazine. Since this is art-time and not story-time, I will leave it at your discretion if you would enjoy reading it. It is entitled Outside the Hops and explores the hops plant and it’s relationship with people, examining it’s significance as a medicinal herb, it’s taxonomy and it’s importance within the history of brewing. Page 1 Page 2
Dear members of ArtTimeCollective,
As many of you know, Christmas has never been a part of my family tradition. While I remain open to the concept and welcome holiday festivities, I don’t go out of my way to do anything Christmasy or festive around this time. This year, I find myself spending the evening of the 24th with my art supplies. In the true spirit of the season, I would like to share with you the result of such an evening.
Firstly, we have Skittles the Christmas Skunk. I acknowledge that he is extremely deformed, but implore you to refrain from commenting on his unsightliness. After all, Christmas is about forgiving. It is proof that I am loved, given that my partner went as far as to put it on her Christmas tree. Like all my other needle-felt creations, this distant cousin of Pepé le Pew is fashioned out of Peace Fleece roving wool.
Next, we have the collage-type art, a medium to which I should clearly stick. This particular piece is called Con Sequins, and deals with the repercussions of an advertisement-driven childhood.
Lastly, we have some hand-drawn documentation of the Anti-Santa. When interviewed, all he had to say was YoYoYo.
I wish you all the merriest of Christmases, and a wonderful start to the new year <3
“There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone circling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved” –Charles Darwin
Darwin sees evolution as a non-hierarchical explosion of multi-directional changes and adaptations. I tried to capture the essence of the great man, tending to his idea over the multiple decades he spent developing his theory. The artwork is based on (and incorporates) Darwin’s sketch of his proposed Tree of Life, which in a lot of ways continues to be much more accurate than the forward-facing, teleological depictions of evolution we see today. Darwin’s figure was developed by manipulating various images (a bust of Darwin, a suit, a pair of shoes and a watering can), and the tree (along with its foliage) was drawn on the computer. The top of the tree, wherein speciation is shown, is Darwin’s original image, as are the words “I think,” which I believe, in their scribbled-down context, to be the two most modest words ever written.
Accompanying this image is an essay I recently wrote for my History of Evolution course, which provided inspiration for the direction in which I decided to take this artwork.
Hope to hear your thoughts,
Pardon me sir, but do you have the time? Yes I do, it is art time.
I don’t do real hand drawn art very often, so I thought I’d post these two items. They aren’t at all recent, but hey they’re new to you so who cares. These pieces were drawn with regular ball-point pens on letter size paper. It’s a lot of ink and takes a damn long time.
The idea for this originated from random doodling with black pen during a class many years ago, and I decided to keep it going and eventually filled the whole page. A few months later I started a new one with blue ink and eventually finished that one too. Feel free to psychologically interpret my sanity based on these drawings:
“A psychedelic, multi-coloured version of one of these would look amazing.” – Rob Nagy
“…I agree with Mr. Nagy on the rainbow action.” – Matthew Reynolds
Challenge accepted… Twice!
After some digital modifications I came up with these two images:
P.S. With these two additions, this post now officially qualifies for the “unicorns” category.
Over the last month, I have made a great deal of art, a lot of which I will be posting very soon.
I’ve learned a bit about needle-felting, and I discovered ShrinkyDinks. I’ve also been making a whole bunch of collage-type art. It’ll all be posted in due time, as some of the pieces are gifts, and I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise for the recipients :P
For now, I give you some amazing art made by Dr. Thomas Nagy and myself in the company of Jesse Blount, whose lined notebook suffered a bit of water damage. As fearless, world-renowned artists, we made the most of it by drawing the following:
Picture # 1: Jesse Bee-lount (I.W.)
Picture # 2: GO-blob (T.N.)
Picture # 3: Translucent shark (I.W.)
I hope you enjoyed these as much as the three of us enjoyed the greasy spoon breakfast at Julie’s Airport Market.
Keep your eyes stapled open for more art,
I know this first painting was done by Esther Yoo because I was present during it’s creation, but I’m not sure about the rest of ‘em. Feel free to claim your rights to these arts in the comments section so I can then edit the post and add your name in there or something.
I have largely neglected an area of my artistic capabilities that in the eyes of most consider my most proficient area. More will be uploaded as soon as they are mentally downloaded. These organisms do not exist but are based in their relation and systematic ordering to exant species.
Common Rock Oak.
Finally got around to posting this. This illustration/painting is what I managed to come up with during the first art jam session. It wasn’t exactly what I was going for… in fact, it turned out to be nothing like what I had in mind when I started it. Regardless, I’m fairly satisfied with the results. This is what happens when you try to make art while watching Christmas on Mars.
For some reason, WordPress is not permitting me to upload my artwork directly, so here is a link (WordPress won’t even let me hyperlink it, either):
it was so obvious as to be rendered not obvious. i could see the harm in this, yet in reality there is no harm to be told.
the key to self-discovery? get connected get connected get connected get connected get connected.
little island mysteries all over again…