School is out for Summer!

I have finished my first year of college and summer has come almost not soon enough!!! The last project I worked on was a collaborative sculpture piece with my friend. We made wooden puppets; she designed a goat/frog prey creature and I designed its cat/bird-of-prey predator creature counter part. It was killer!!! Our puppets required sanding with drills, rasping, laminating plywood, getting gorilla glue all over our hands, and lots of other sweaty physical labor. My thumbs were cramped for two weeks!!!! In the end we didn't finish the projects by critic day because the puppets were way too ambitious for the amount of time we had to work. We still got good grades because all of the time we put into them.

I desperately need my summer now to recover from our intensive puppets and I hoped not to work with wood for a while. But alas! Mother dear is re-doing the kitchen and I had to help sand down all of the cabinets to remove the varnish. Once again, I find myself using power tools.

Moving out of the dorms gave me a chance to uncover some of my old and new drawings and I have selected a few to share with you:

This drawing was our second flayed muscle drawing, this time of a leg and arm. I like this flayed drawing the best!


This next drawing was our final assignment in my drawing studio class. We had to do a drawing of the nude figure. I drew mine with NuPastel on tainted paper.


This piece, neither a drawing nor a painting, was actually from my fall semester. Ever since my mom told me to draw more ugly things, I have been ...well... drawing more ugly things. This creature was inspired by a clock in my sister's living room. Okay, for those of you wondering, I used markers, my Prismacolor markers.


This final piece is an oil painting I did in my Project: Painting and Printmaking class. The assignment was to trade painting surfaces with someone else in the class, start a painting, trade back with that person, and then respond to what they had painted on your canvas or canvas board. The girl who traded with me painted something that looked like dreadlocks. Mom asked it she could have this painting the second I showed her it; I don't know where she will put it.