TRANSPARENCYGraphite pencil on paper 18" x 24" (2003)
Zoomed in photo of the same still-life (above).
CARICATURE OF JOHN
Graphite pencil on paper 18" x 24" (2003)
(2 minute mandatory exercise. Not a fan of time...)
SELF-CARICATURE (doing the Russian kazatskis aka squat kicks)
Graphite pencil on paper 18" x 24" (2003)
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...we were required to draw a caricature of ourselves in 2 minutes. For those who know me, you're probably familiar that the subject I hate drawing/painting the most deals with self-portraits.
B&W Conté crayons on tan paper 18" x 24" (2003)
Although no guidance or instruction was provided by our professor, I thoroughly enjoyed his presence. He always utilized classroom time to conjure up complex and profound proverbial philosophies about life... Once in awhile, we'd received random art exercises which involved staring at a prearranged piece of still-life for one minute---only to dabble our foot in recreating the image on paper with our eyes closed... One particular assignment involved drawing without lifting our pencils off the page for two hours. Long story short: we didn't really learn anything, but it was a memorable experience that I appreciate.
This was my first and final art course at the University of Washington.
Zoomed in photo of the same still-life (above).CARICATURE OF JOHN Graphite pencil on paper 18" x 24" (2003)
(2 minute mandatory exercise. Not a fan of time...)
SELF-CARICATURE (doing the Russian kazatskis aka squat kicks)Graphite pencil on paper 18" x 24" (2003)
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse...we were required to draw a caricature of ourselves in 2 minutes. For those who know me, you're probably familiar that the subject I hate drawing/painting the most deals with self-portraits.
B&W Conté crayons on tan paper 18" x 24" (2003)
This particular assignment involved copying a sketch from an artist from the 1700s to understand his/her drawing methods. For the life of me, I can't remember who I randomly chose from a library book and what this piece was originally called...
Although no guidance or instruction was provided by our professor, I thoroughly enjoyed his presence. He always utilized classroom time to conjure up complex and profound proverbial philosophies about life... Once in awhile, we'd received random art exercises which involved staring at a prearranged piece of still-life for one minute---only to dabble our foot in recreating the image on paper with our eyes closed... One particular assignment involved drawing without lifting our pencils off the page for two hours. Long story short: we didn't really learn anything, but it was a memorable experience that I appreciate.
This was my first and final art course at the University of Washington.
