These are from my college days. I didn't major in art in college, but I did take a painting class a couple of years after I graduated. One of our assignments was to keep a sketch diary. Yeah, I know. I just thought we'd be painting stuff.
And I learned some things. A lot of people assume that people who paint or draw well just have the talent for it. Well, it certainly doesn't hurt. But it's more than that. It's a lot of practice. In that way, it is like everything else. It is like writing or playing the piano. If you are naturally gifted at it, you're probably going to like it. Because it's easier for you. So you spend more time doing it, ergo: you become better at it.
But no matter how good you are at something, you won't be great unless you practice. And practice.
So my teacher told us if we wanted to be a good painter we should draw more. And look at stuff. Really look at it. Don't just think you know what a tree looks like. Really look at it. Hence, the sketch pad.
So because I had no idea what to draw-- didn't think it should be page after page of horses/unicorns I just started drawing random crap.
Here is what I drew. Psychoanalyze this:
My hand
Weird zombie baby head
my kitty bee
girl in hat
girl reading
Sketch of bad fruit
If this looks familiar to the top drawing of my blog it's because it is. I wrote this story called Bad Fruit, which I thought was pretty funny, and then I had all these illustrations. The top drawing is a sample piece done in oil crayon on bristol board. I tried sending it out to agents and whatnot, but I guess nobody likes the idea of putrid peaches skinny dipping in the split pea soup.
I am so misunderstood.
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