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More zombies? YES!

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For our final painting in class (I’m still working on the others, so there will be pics eventually), we could basically choose to do whatever we wanted as long as it has some significance to us and we can relate it to another artist’s style. Since I’m in no way, shape, or form an art major, I wanted to relate my final project to what I’ve been working with in the English department – the idea of fear and horror in young adult literature. My niece is far from being a young adult, but she has really inspired the idea since she is following the same path I did as a child – enjoying anything scary or grotesque. One thing she is particularly enjoying right now are zombies and other monsters.
I’ve also spent a lot of time working with graphic novels in my classes over the past few years, but I’ve really always enjoyed the artwork. I was hooked on manga when I was younger, but now my interests have moved on into the work of those such as Alan Moore and Frank Miller.
So I thought…what would be cooler than my niece as a zombie in a graphic novel? Nothing, that’s the answer. Nothing could be cooler than that. So I began doing the basic sketch and then transferring it to my canvas. The colors will be very flat and hopefully end up looking very graphic novel-esque.
Just fyi — this is merely the base, there will be two smaller panels attached to this canvas. One will be a close up of her otter toy and the other will be a close up of the fanged little bloody zombie mouth. I will also be including two lines from William Blake’s Augeries of Innocence that I think fit appropriately, “Some are born to sweet delight,/ Some are born to endless night.” Unfortunately, I don’t have these sketched out yet, but you’ll see them when I have the finished product.

Original sketch

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A classmate caught this photo while I was putting the image to the canvas.

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More updates to come soon!

It’s a start…

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Well, the panicking is over. Monday, I had to just suck it up. As much as I thought I would be eagerly anticipating it, by the time 12:30 rolled around I was filled with dread. I’ve never in my life had an art class. Never. Never even touched oil paints, except for the one time Dad’s oils got mixed in with my acrylics. I used one by accident, and it was a positively terrible smeared mess. I’ve avoided them ever since, but there was no avoiding it Monday. The day had finally come where I would have to do an oil painting. In fact, I have to do an entire semester of all oils because I’m the genius that decided to get out of my comfort zone and take a painting class so I could say at least I had tried to learn.

So what do I think now? Well, it wasn’t THAT bad. I was having mini-panic attacks the entire time though, since for our first project he wanted us to paint everything at once and have a finished project by the end of class, instead of waiting for each layer to dry and building on it. Oh, I really don’t like that. I was throwing paint everywhere trying to get it done within the allowed time, couldn’t get the colors I wanted, and kept having to fix smears. Finally, class was over and I could breathe a small, satisfied sigh of relief.

Is it good? No. Is it the best I could have done within the time? Eh, maybe. Is it the best I could have done for never in my life having an art class/working with oils? YES. Am I content? Double yes.

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