Showing posts with label artist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label artist. Show all posts

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Wonder Years


A few years ago I made some drawings of my gradeschool friends from the little pocket pictures from picture day. For some reason this is the only one I had scanned front and back. But most of them said things like: "you are a good basketball player" and "Sam + Joanna 4evur."

I can't remember this girl's name, but I do remember that her mom told me she stuffed her bra. MOOOOOM! That's so embarrassing!


Sam was my first boyfriend, an older man , and the president of the gradeschool. Oh Swoon! We met when I transfered to his middleschool after my Evengelical Christian school closed down. I was 12 and going into the 7th grade. Sam was in 8th and already a teen. He was my first kiss. Woah! hot hot hot hot!


This kid would threaten to kill himself if a girl he liked wouldn't go out with him. It usually worked for about a week, which is also the approximate length of most gradeschool relationships.


I went to prom with this guy. We are friends on Facebook.



Speaking of proms, below was my prom date.



We had a very passionate teen romance. He would compete in local hot body contests at the all ages dance clubs. One time he bought me a pair of diamond earings with his winnings. During highschool I was the president of the Art Club. While in office, I made this enormous painting of me and the boyfriend making out. It was exciting for me because it was my first attempt at painting, and at the time I thought it looked pretty sweet. The art teacher put it up in the cafeteria hallway of my all girls catholic highschool, where most people were grossed out by it.
Scuze me! Sooorrrry! So? I do what I want!



J

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Where to Begin?

Well, I have so much to share with yall, I don't even know where to begin. I guess the best place to start is at the beginning. I've always known since I was just a behbeh that I wanted to be an artist. But being an artist isn't just about being a skilled technician, it takes years of observance, with some successes and a s*** ton of failures. This is not an easy road, but I wouldn't travel any other way.
Here's some things I did when I was a youngin:

On the back of this paper my mom wrote the year, date and my name. According to this, I was two years old. I believe this to be my first attempt at portraiture.

In these next few I think I'm exploring the range of human (and animal) emotions.



My mom accused me of tracing the Big Bird, (like that Mad Men episode with Betty Draper and her son), saying that it was "dishonest to trace a picture because it's someone else's work." While I do remember having a reference picture, I distinctly remember being offended that she thought it was traced, because it was not...So there!

J