Grimace the Mcdonald's mascot speaks to me on a personal level. He seems like a goofy dude on the outside. He smiles but his eyes remain empty. Here Grimace is surrounded by a sea of Big Mac lettuce, representing the darkness of his mind. He stares toward an unreachable light in the distance. This was my second oil painting ever. I wanted to try a different style, with visible short brushstrokes.
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4/2/2019 Suspiciously Happy Woman Hiding Various Household Items Behind A Blue Queen Sized Bedsheet That She Bought At Target For $20.99Read NowThis is a digital piece. I used Paint Tool Sai. I don't remember when I started this, it was probably in late February or something. I don’t know what to put here so I’m going to take you through my digital art process. To get inspiration for this piece, I sold all of my possessions and journeyed to Tibet, where I meditated with a group of Buddhist monks for four years. While I was there, I ate only Maruchan beef-flavored ramen noodles. I could only eat with my fingers, because those bastards at TSA wouldn’t let me take my fork on the flight with me. Anyways, while I was contemplating the shape of a piece of driftwood some random kid was messing with, it reminded me of the lovely fragility of the daisy – striking and instantly recognizable, yet daintily feminine in its round, pastel shape. This image overwhelmed me – I cried for two hours. I knew what I must do for my next art project. No more half-baked and frankly just sad attempts at recreating my great grandma in a medium I knew next to nothing about while sitting across from people my own age who could actually create great art. No more weird pencil tributes to bricklayers and hand fetishists. No more creating folding books, god no, anything but that. I would create something amazing true to my own soul, a work focusing on a subject that I am intimately care about. I would draw yet another hot lady. Genius. I immediately got to work. I pulled my tablet from under the molded-over pile of dirty laundry that had been built up over several decades in the corner of my room and plugged it in, at once feeling the power flow through my fingertips. The tablet pen materialized in my hands and I begun to furiously sketch my greatest masterpiece. It would be a hot lady, yes. But I would put a bold spin on my artistic niche – this hot lady would have FLOWERS IN HER HAIR. Da Vinci and Van Gogh rolled over in their graves – they knew they had been bested. I quickly picked some random colors that I thought would work. Pink and blue. WOW!!! REVOLUTIONARY!!!! Her dress would be white. WOW!!! REVOLUTIONARY!!!! She would be smiling. WOW!!! REVOLUTIONARY!!!! Now, the kicker. Her face would be angled slightly up towards the sky so that every feature would look really doofy and stupid because the person drawing her doesn’t know how to properly draw a human looking face, much less a face in perspective. WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! REVOLUTIONARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I put all the colors down, set the sketch layer to multiply, and merged layers. I added a bunch of random shading and light layers and merged everything. But alas – tragedy! I tried to clean up her left cheek and immediately lost interest in the piece. I clicked save and then went to play MarioKart DS. I figured since I literally never create finished art except in art class, it could be cool if I worked on it in class. I gathered up all my willpower and showed the unfinished image to Ms. Purtee for 0.2 seconds. To my horror, she suggested that I show my futile attempts at art to others… I promptly died. I am dead right now. The piece was never finished because I died. Just kidding, I don’t know why I’m even writing like this, but anyways, I finished cleaning up the piece over a two-week period, and then when I finished, I had to show it to everyone in the class. It was excruciating. I’m so sorry guys. I don’t know what I’m going to make now. But it’s not important because I have my Spongebob button to entertain me for the rest of time. Thanks. |
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