Progress

I thought I'd write this to satisfy Grace, since I know she has been waiting in moist anticipation.

On Wednesday I turned in my last drawing (the Josh Homme Masterpiece in progress) and a disc containing images of all my major projects this semester.

The Homme drawing was still incomplete when I turned it in. It came down to a decision between doing a rush job on it for a good grade, or doing it right and not worrying about the number some twat would arbitrarily assign to it. I opted for the latter. As a result of this choice, here's how it looks right now:



According to La Connasse:

Certain aspects of the drawing feel unfinished. The stage lighting and the area under the 3/4 head are a few. Also I would have liked to see more detail rendered in the shirt in the foreground. The value in the negative space between the trees could also be pushed darker in areas.

This is an example of the sort of non-commital language I hate. It's not "unfinished," it "feels unfinished." Sweetheart, it's unfinished. The result: A- (+dignity).

Here's the previous assignment, Big Fat Cock, as I like to call it. It started off as a simple charcoal drawing of a decorative chicken. The assignment was then to wash over it with ink, re-arrange the objects, and draw the new scene on top with charcoal and white chalk.



On another subject, I'm painting a cheesy Jack Bauer portrait for my brother's new house. This is to prevent him from hanging up a Thomas Kinkade:


That's all the on art front, but on another note, thought I'd get creative with parking my car in the driveway; namely, have someone else do it, because I have better shit to do. Chumps...