Don Cajones

Somewhere in Florida, in an art school whose name I do not care to remember, a class of very sleepy freshmen were assigned a project in which they had to create a room for a famous character. My list of potential characters included Don Draper, Donald Duck, and Don Quixote. I went with the last one, and thought, wouldn't it be neat is he was actually INSIDE the windmill as he was battling it?! I thought that was a great idea until I actually had to draw it out, and then I died. I'm ok now, though.

 As with most of my paint-things, the optimal viewing distance is four to five feet away. Because I rely on optical blending to make up for messy brush work. 

PROCESS STUFFFFFF:

My grandpa actually drew a wind mill for me! I think he knows everything.

In my head I was like, WHY DON'T ANY OF THESE THUMBNAILS WOOOORRRRRK?!

This one time I tried to use photoshop to map out the vanishing points, and it made me cry. 

Then my friend was like, bro, just redraw your line-work and forget vanishing points, and I was like, a'ight.

Hoover rave

My latest assignment for perspective. I sacrificed too many hours of sleep. I loved the line-art, but got really insecure and hesitant when it came time to add the values. It was ridiculous. The fact that I hadn't slept the night before didn't help. Anyway. The assignment was "Strangest place you've been to", so I exaggerated this one group interview for Hoover salesmen that I went to.

2d in progress

So this was my piece depicting the principle rhythm, for 2D design:



And this is an in-progress shot of the last project, which is supposed a representational reworking of the above piece:



So far, it looks nothing like my first piece. I feel good about this.

WEETPAYST

I still need to do this: paste some shit around town. One night, my roommate, her boyfriend and I all stayed up psychotically late and printed/drew things that we could wheat paste (turn into stickers). When it came to mixing the paste, though, everything fell to shambles.