Jazzy in the Kitchen
[January 2018] Watercolor pencils, practicing with space.
I was choosing a corner to photograph for this project and i immediately thought of my kitchen. As I snapped the picture, my cat Jazzles walked into frame, posed, and practically asked to be drawn. Even though she's small, she acts like she owns the place - my house is her castle.
Imagination is Fear
[April 2018] Cutout sketchbook. Marker and acrylic.
When asked, "what's under your bed?" as a child, your mind tends to wonder. Whether it be your fear of the unknown or the interference of others, as children, we're often lead to believe that monstrosities call the abyss under our beds home. That fear can take over our lives, making us see illusions and pushing us to isolate ourselves from reality. However, in the end, as we grow we realize that it was just our endless imagination creating shadows where the sun is supposed to shine. "Should we fear our imagination for fooling us?"
[October 2017] Oil Pastel, focusing on value.
My theme while drawing revolved around my childhood memories and the nostalgia I felt when looking back. I remembered how I loved traveling on the metro but also enjoyed being at the park and sitting on a wooden table. As a child, I was fascinated by nature, so I did some research. While browsing through a book of flowers, I flipped to a page about blue bells and I thought they were some of the most beautiful and unique flowers I had ever seen. Dozens of dragonflies would roam my backyard in the evening; some glowed, sparkled and flew without a care in a world - which i adored. Even though I can never go back to those days, the memories are locked away in my mind and piano music brings me back to my yard as a child with gleaming eyes filled with curiosity.
[February 2018] Print-Making.
This piece was a collaboration between the art students and the creative writing students. The packet i received had a passage regarding gun violence, which i thought was appropriate due to the unfortunate events that had happened at the time. I was inspired and wrote about the reality that some people had been ignoring; death and destruction is in the hands of anyone. The act of murder is like the Bubonic Plague; we can try to stop it, but it will keep spreading. The central issue is the people and although we can't eradicate violence, we sure can prevent it.
[September 2017] Drawing from life, practicing composition and contour lines. Ink.
The class started as any other; except with a tree branch spread on our table. Amongst the chaos, a sole survivor - a true champion - shone through. In the rubble. a small inch worm calmly crawled on a leaf, minding its own business. I instantly grew fond of him, and dedicated the title and green color of the interacting lines to Inchy, the inch worm, who can be seen on the left.
Tower of Personality
[September 2018] Shoe drawing, focusing on contour. Ink.
This piece was drawn near the beginning of the school year when everyone was still getting accustomed to high school life. It was also the first opportunity to get to know the people in my class. A person's shoes can speak a thousand words; whether they're athletes, prefer being comfy over fashionable or travel constantly.