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Saturday, March 19, 2011

a day for junk food






When I woke up and saw that the alarm was 11am, I swore loudly because I thought I was missing class. Then I realized that I had no class on Friday and said so. Kristen laughed from the living room. So I went back to sleep. I ended up sleeping a bit too much in so the first few tasks of the day were rushed. I went to Trader Joe's and got a frozen meal and some snacks to sustain me. Went to school and grabbed a pop tart and my beloved Propel powdered water. I also like Emergen-c. I tend to drink at least one powdered drink thingy a day, and the rest of my fluids are usually just water.

Anyway, at school I scanned in the drawing of Beth and edited it. Oh, I also finished listening to Shades of Grey by Jasper Fford. Very good book about a society with a hierarchy determined by the amount of colors one can see. Now I'm listening to the Hunger Games trilogy. Everything listens so fast compared to Game of Thrones. Those books were LOOOONG. Anyway, hauling around stuff gets me flustered. I don't like hauling multiple bags and for some reason I don't like backpacks. I resist using one until I absolutely have too much stuff to fit in my shoulder bag.

I like Friday yoga because it slows me down. I get all rushed with stuff and it is an hour and a half to just take it slow. Tuesday Thursday yoga has more movement, it doesn't slow me mentally down as much.

After yoga, I rushed to the studio to claim dibs on a spot and...

...it was totally empty! There was no one in the silk screen studio and only Asha in the letterpress area. There were some people in the litho and etching lab, but I don't go over there. So I claimed three tables, emulsified four screens, oiled up three stencils, microwaved a meal and consumed it, exposed the screens, washed them out, printed the lineart on the Dominic poster, counted out the sheets for the Beth edition, used up my first ream of paper in the process, printed the Beth color layer in a nice range of blues that match her signature sweater, printed the line art, washed out both of those screens, and was out of the building at 9:50. Beth also came in and worked on her screens a bit.

Back in my studio, I counted out another ream of paper into stacks of 10, so later on in printing I can just grab the number of sheets I'll need. Another task minimized! I'm really getting a handle on how long different parts take. If I am doing any non printing tasks (exposing screens, counting paper, emulsifying) I need at least an hour to do them properly, especially if I need to take food breaks. I can do three layers in three and a bit hours if I have nothing else to do. I wonder what my times will be like if I have people catching paper. Right now it is just me. Having a buddy speeds things up.

Got home and had some pasta. And then taffy and candy cane joe joes. MMMM.

I'll figure out what I'm doing tomorrow...tomorrow.

Todays Portrait Is: Tommy Flanagan (with bonus material).

Friday, March 18, 2011

Portrait of Oliver



Pen drawing with digital color.

olivveeeerrr!

My alarm is set to 8am, no changesies. That is an hour before I would usually set it. More time in the morning is better. Either if it is more time lounging conscious in bed or more time for breakfast.

But since I'm out of breakfast food, I just grabbed a nutrigrain bar and some powdered drink and went to class. We didn't really have a critique. We just had an in class assignment to do an illustration representing a person without doing a portrait of their face. So I picked Richard Hammond and did a portrait of his Opel Kadett from the Botswana Top Gear special. I've never drawn a car before, so that was very difficult. Just did a pen drawing straight from reference with digital color.

Got a burrito for lunch because I knew I'd be at school and needed easy sustenance later.

This "having screens ready to print" thing really works for printing efficiency. In the three and a half hours between class and yoga, I got exactly three layers done on my posters. It's almost down exactly. Just so long as I have the same set up. I set up on a far left table and I spread my pages out to dry across the two tables to my right. The length is exactly ten by two posters wide. So when I fill two tables with prints, that is 20 prints, and that is just over a third done. Then I do another 20. Then I do another 15. It is much better than a drying rack, which frankly I hate. They are on springs and if you are not careful the springs will, well, spring and then the racks go up. And if there are other peoples prints, then they might slide around and stuff. It sucks. Having a full three table spread takes luck and/or getting up early. I'll see how it goes once it gets farther along.

So I got the Samala poster printed and half of the Dom image. Tomorrow I will get Dom finished and Acey printed and Beth designed and applied to screens. After yoga I only have five hours before school closes. Before yoga I'll scan Beth's in and get the color in and print it out and get that oiled up and ready to go. Then yoga. Then applying emulsion. Then exposing (four screens: Acey layers and Beth layers). Then washing out. And while those dry, I'll finish Dom. And then I'll see how much printing I get done. Two hours for set up, three for printing. Stagger home at around 10pm. LOVE IT! That is my kind of day really. Printing and yoga. Wheee.

I'll need to go food shopping before all that. Trader Joe's! Whoo!

After yoga today, I was tired so I went home. Watched Community (it was okay). Ate the other half of my burrito. Watched Parks and Recreation (hilaaarious). Now I shall watch some more stuff, drink some fluids, and go to bed. Big day tomorrow.

Todays Portrait Is: Ron Perlman.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

glass hug

Watercolor on cut paper glued to glass.

rain returns

Set my alarm, so I can at least pretend to have sleep rhythms. If I'm constantly whacking a snooze, I won't go deep into uncontrolled sleep. That is the plan anyway.

Ended up not going food shopping. Will very much have to do that tomorrow. I'm all out of my prescription eye drops now. Just gotta use the stye remedy. But the eyes seem to be healing well, which is good. Not puffy anymore. Certainly don't hurt.

At 5:30 I scooted down to Rogue to celebrate Heather's birthday. I got myself some tots and a pint of John John. Tasty beer. Daniel was there and Darshon arrived at the same time. Heather's friend Dana came and Tara and her husband and Jim and this other dude. It was a nice little time. Heather has been going to Rogue for her free birthday beer since her 22nd birthday. She is 27 now. I didn't have a present for her. Just a hug.

At 7:45 I rode over to Beth's place and we spent the next three hours watching Friends season 2 episodes and drawing. I drew her and her precious cats Mateo and Salama..Sama..something. Mateo was a massive white kitty and I showed Beth how to do the racehorse with him. She loved it and even tried it out herself. It was a nice night. Got some good drawing done. Now I just need to draw more.

Now to watch some stuff and draw some more stuff. I'm really tired for some reason. Hmm.

Tomorrow is class but also a hard core printing day. Okay maybe not hard core, but I aim to get another four layers printed. Two, maybe three, before yoga. And another afterwards. I have all the layers on my screens, I just need to count the paper and print them. Booyah. That would put my halves up to six, which would mean my thesis is one fifth or one sixth printed! Okay that is counting my eggs before they hatch but it is getting made. I'm so excited. Just need to draw draw draw more more more.

Oh and it is rainy again in Portland. Bleh.

Todays Portrait Is: Charlie Hunnam.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

no obligation tuesday

Even though I was totally exhausted, I didn't pass out like I was expecting. Instead it was 2am and I was very restless. So I watched some tellie and then did manage to fall asleep.

Till 2pm. I was exhausted. Today was sort of a "bunking off responsibilities" day. A day to relax, watch stuff, do yoga, draw portraits, and contact people for hang out drawing sessions. And that is what I did.

Contacted Beth, we shall we hanging out tomorrow.

Watched Green Wing, and Glee, and Raising Hope, and Lights Out. Huzzah.

Drew just two portraits, but they were very difficult ones.

Yoga was energizing. That was nice.

There was even some thunder and lighting. Very very exciting.

Also, in eye news, the swelling has stopped. There is still a bump from the blocked gland but with the remaining of my prescription drops it should go down. I think I'll make a doctors appointment for next week anyway. A general check up is in order anyway.

So yeah, a day to chill and refocus. Tomorrow will be drawing and doing that stuff for illustration that needs doing. Tuesday and Wednesday are crappy days for printing. I'll be doing a lot of printing during Spring Break (which is next week, not week after next). I hope to have all seven posters finished by the end and have progress on three to five more. Drawing Beth should provide content for one. I'll go hang with Asha and Eva one of these days. Just hang and draw and draw and get right to printing. I can knock out a lot of printing when I have the time to do it.

Tomorrow I'll also have to go food shopping. I'm down to bread, pasta, and sauce.

Todays Portrait Is: Katey Sagal.

Monday, March 14, 2011

made it

Went to bed at 5am. Alarm went off at 9am. BLEH. Took about an hour to get rolling, and then an hour to actually get rolling. I went to the convenience store and bought a Viso. That is an energy drink. Gave me enough pep. Edited my paper for redundancies. Went to school. Threw in the footnotes and a thesis statement.

I'm so tired right now, so this will be quick.

Printed off four copies of my paper and set them out with everyone elses copies. It was a peer review and editing session. We each read and edit three papers of our pick from the pile. First I reviewed Madeline's. Then Nell's. And finally Chase's. I was at a table with Beth, Nell, Antonia, Nico, Portia, Mel, Tabitha, Kristen, Robin, and Jenn. A giggle of girls. It went fairly well. Nell and Beth even bought and shared some fries! I was crashing near the end. I haven't received any copies of my paper back yet.

I sat and chatted with Karen while she cut her business cards. Then I chatted with Heather and Daniel. Now it is 7:51 and I'm tired. Do I eat before sleep, or do I just sleep? Dunno...

Todays Portrait Is: Kiernan Shipka.

an in progress section of my thesis paper

II

Portraiture & Memory

“I think the way I draw, the more I know and react to people, the more interesting the drawings will be. I don’t really like struggling for a likeness. It seems a bit of a waste of effort…If you don’t know the person, you don’t really know if you’ve got a likeness at all…I think it takes quite a long time.” – David Hockney.

We are several billion individuals, all a part of something bigger. A community and an individual cannot exist without the other. A community needs individuals, and an individual that often and regularly interacts with others can not be considered separate from that community. Observation is participation. Community and friendship is what the separate individuals make of it.

Every life lived and spent is unique from one another. Choices and experiences set us all apart, and our interactions entangle us all in many various intertwined paths. Thrice the artist Karen Berger and I made separate decisions that put us in the same situation, and it was the third decision that cemented our friendship. First we met in driver’s education, second in a ballroom dancing course, and third in our choice of college and degree. Our lives ran on vaguely parallel paths without input from one another. Our lives are shifted by our social interactions, no matter how small they still have an effect. Person by person, we make up the whole of our social experiences.

An interaction is not limited to a physical meeting. By simply being around others, a person is interaction. One cannot block the presence of others if they are around them. An observation of an action creates a memory and every memory changes us just by its existence in our subconscious.

As I participate in friendships, I document them through art and writing. Every day is cataloged in my online web log and my sketches commit my memories of events for personal posterity. A sketch is a memory regurgitated, as the contemporary painter David Hockney points out, “When you move your head everything moves with it, and the artist must learn to make very quick notations to fix the position of the eyes, nose and mouth to capture a “likeness”.” As the artist, I perceived something happening and I committed that memory of action to paper. These representations are inhibited and bolstered by my own technique and ability. Memory itself is flawed. A drawing will never be the event that occurred. It is a representation of a memory that has been restricted by the one who remembered it.

My thesis work is based around the documentation of a moment with a friend, and the appreciation for their being that the act of drawing them creates. Notable historical mementos of moments are the works that were produced during the Grand Tour. Taking place in the late 18th and early 19th century, the Grand Tour was an educational journey. Many affluent American and Europeans toured to Italy and the surrounding areas to study. The city of Pompeii was being excavated and proved to be an ideal locale for educational study. As a token of the years spent in study of classic architecture, art, and literature, many of the tourists commissioned portraits of themselves at the sites. Pompeo Batoni was very popular painter for work of this nature. The journey doubtlessly was important, but having the education and experience wasn’t enough for the travelers, as they had to leave with something tangible for their efforts. This artifact became a measureable reflection of a part of what they had accomplished. It didn’t sum up all that had been learned, yet the part stood for the whole.

The subjects I represent are not asked to perform in a constructed or composed manner. They are asked just to have some moments of our time together documented. Through drawing them, I am inexorably placing myself into the composition with them. While no hint of my being is in the drawings, the situation under which they are created puts me in the moment. I am in the full scene of the source for the image, but only a segment of the scene is represented. All of their actions are affected by my continual presence.

Indeed, all interactions are affected by the continual presence of those participating in them. Changes in personalities, I’ve observed, can have a change on the dynamics of a group for a short time. Certain friends can lighten the mood, while others foster pensiveness. Every meeting is a progression of the sum of all the other meetings. What happened earlier in life adds to what happens currently and that contributes to what may happen later. Dynamics of relationships change because experiences change the people in relationships. Each portrait is a representation of a moment in a friendship right at that point in time. It is a culmination of everything that came before it, and will effect what comes after in a near unmeasureable way. It is both my emotional perception of the person and my perception of the moment. What I observe of my friends is ruled by what I look for in my representational decisions. Getting a likeness of their jaw may not say much about a person as much as capturing a movement or gesture might represent. Extraneous irrelevant details are edited out. The art is bound by my memory of the person. All of the work is a portrayal of how I see them. All of my subjects exist in memory, and immediate memory is what I pull from to represent them.

Some drawings show a perception of a memory of a person in a more effective manner than others, and these are the ones selected for my project. The posters I create build up a representation of the members of my community. Each one is dedicated to one or two friends and my portrait of them. Each poster is both a vignette of our relationship and something I have seen in them. The desire to create work that represents a part of my memory of an individual is what spurs me on to make, and in the final state give the work back to the community I represent.

The art that an artist chooses to make is in some way a self portrait. By representing artistic choice, the pieces put forward a part of the spirit of the maker. The willingness to produce subjects of a specific nature speaks to the personality of the artist. Choice itself is a portrait because the paths that are picked out of free will all indicate something about the one who picked them. Individuality is a sum of choices and expression. Where there is free will, making art is a high representation of a personality. There isn’t an obligation to make a piece that wouldn’t have a use beyond aesthetics such as a chair or a lamp. The choice to devote oneself to a creative practice is a tremendous act of free will. Often only the artist is invested in the process at first, and is the one pushing themselves forward to create more art. Triumph in the arts, however the creator defines it, is achieved in an environment where the option to stop is given every single day. As a career picks up momentum, the community that forms around art and artists starts to encourage and push a creator. Agents, families, and gallery owners start to become dependent on the artist to continue to create. If art isn’t the main means of financial support, an artist can make whatever they like. Art is an ultimate choice, and choice portrays the maker.

My favorite conversation topics detail the adventures of my friends. I enjoy talking about the accomplishments of those around me. In reflection of what this might say about me, I have come to many conclusions. One is that I live through my friends. When I know someone who has done something amazing, I feel in a small way that I have participated in what they have done simply by being a part of their life. Second, the achievements of my friends encourage me forward with my own goals. I see those around me getting things done, and it enables me to sort my own drives and goals out. I find it difficult to be unproductive around productive people. It is a team of artists competing in different fields and working together for the greater good of the community. For the first time in my life, I have a solid supportive group. I was a cliché loner before I arrived at art college and with great friends came great ambition. The work that I enjoy producing is that which is representational of my newfound collective of comrades. As we work, I sketch the workers. I draw moments of their lives, and because I am there to make the images, they are moments of my life. The work that I make is a portrait of my life.

My definition of a portrait is a representation that conveys a nature of character of a person or place or object. It is a portrayal of the story, history, or connection that something may hold. A portrait isn’t simply a representation of a face, because a face only shows what a person looks like, and everyone is more than just their appearance. Historically, portraiture is dominated by depictions of appearances. Often incorporated into these portraits are visual clues and symbols to the subject nature. The nature may not represent the truth of the subject, but an ideal they aspire or desire to show. As traditions of portraiture have become less strict, the space for what defines a portrait has been opened up. I came to portraiture because I have always loved drawing people. I am, however, not solely drawing people as representations of their being. The setting, line value, posture, hue, and included items all sum up to their portrait. As we are not just our faces, a portrait often needs more to represent a person fully.

David Hockney, born 1937, is a contemporary British artist. His lengthy career has incorporated many techniques and styles, from his camera lucida experiments to watercolor and oil paintings. Just as Hockney’s landscapes were portraits of a place and time in his life, his figurative portraiture reflects his relationships to his subjects and how they have grown over time. The change in portrayals is most evident in two works of his friend Gregory Evans. In 1975, when he made Gregory Leaning Nude, the details and portrayal are very tender and represent the subject as a romanticized lover. Forty years later comes Gregory Evans, a somber clothed figure. At the moment of this painting, Evans had recently lost his mother. As noted in Sarah Howgate’s essay Portraits, Places, and Spaces¸ “Only a close friend would allow this degree of intimacy at such a private moment and the portrait is sensitive to the subject’s mood.” The two portraits speak volumes about the growth and change of Evans and Hockney’s relationship, as well as represent the different places both the subject and the maker were at the time of the conception of the pieces. Striving toward representing a person in a fitting manner while simultaneously saying something about the person requires immense consideration. The aim of a portrait of a person is to speak into their life, and if it is a representation of someone the artist has forged a relationship with, it indicates a portrait of the artist as well. Consciously weighing the value of certain elements and editing out extraneous details are largely decisions of the artist. What stays and what goes in terms of achieving a likeness are dependent on what the maker assumes of their subject. A portrait is what the portrayer notices and thinks of their subject.

Experience culminates into what forms the basis for the assumption of the subject. Memory is a valuable part of the technique that goes into portraiture.



Howgate, Sarah, and Barbara Stern Shapiro. David Hockney Portraits. Yale University Press, 2006.

Hyde, Lewis. The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World. 25th ed. Vintage, 2007.

Kleiner, Fred S.(Fred S. Kleiner), and Christin J. Mamiya. Gardner's Art through the Ages. 012th ed. Wadsworth Publishing, 2004.


Sunday, March 13, 2011

eye drop heaven

Actually got up at a great reasonable time. I assessed and got to doing what needed to be done. Went to school and printed out my resume and an Urecht application. Heather told me there was a one shot temp position for stock some time in April. So I turned that in. Didn't want to mention it in case a flood of applications happened before I turned mine in. A resume wasn't totally needed, but it was good to update it anyway. Went to Safeway. They didn't have any of the eye drops, but I got some general soothing drops. Turned in my application. Went to Fred Meyers and they DID have the homeopathic stye drops. Not the cheapest, but if they help they are certainly cheaper than a doctors visit. I'm going to wait a bit more. Also picked up some ice cream. Then I went home, dropped my stuff off, and went to get my food for the day. And by that I mean I went to Pizza Schmizza and ordered a pizza and some wings. Chicken! Good for you! Returned home. Ate. Then I got to my paper. It is a lot easier the second time around. I'm writing it from the ground up, but including a lot of the stuff from the first draft. I find it much easier to use the original as a reference and just write it again. It is easier to edit that way, as opposed to editing existing text. I don't know if I'll rerewrite it after this. I'll see how I feel I about it.

My eye is sort of stable. I'll see how it is tomorrow. If it is worse or better. I still have a ton of writing to do, but I have a good list of topics and references to my material. Also my thought process seems much deeper. Or something. Like I have a better handle on it. Tomorrow is a big review. Four copies. Four different edits. I don't know my thesis just yet, but I'm just going to fill out my different chapters for now. Get the bulk, then the cause.

I don't think my version of Word has the editing powers that are needed for a research paper. I think I'll have to come in to school early tomorrow and add all the footnotes. I just gotta mark where they are for now. It is going good, though I have a long way to go. I've been writing from bed, instead of at a desk. It is actually nice, though it takes more effort to get up and do stuff.

It would be nice if I got the temp job. The money can go to my tattoo fund! Not that I'm getting a tattoo...but if I did it would be from money that I earned, not the money I receive. Not that I'm thinking about that....but I am. I've been thinking about it for a while actually. There are memories and then there are mementos. And then there are mementos of memories. Uhm...yeah. Mum probably doesn't approve but it is my money and my memento. Maybe I won't get the job.

Todays Portrait Is: John Slattery.

I'm really lazy for how studious I claim to be

My eye was even more puffy, but it seems to be following suit with the first sty I got. It should be down tomorrow. Spent a lot of time in bed with a warm compress over my eyes. Very soothing. Got up. Did some portraits. Ate some food. I moved my set up to the kitchen table, so I could spread out my texts and stuff. Worked on reading "Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction". It was headache inducing. Did a load of laundry. Took the trash out. Did the dishes.

It is Tabitha's birthday and the party started here. So I chatted and chilled with the people that gathered. Beth, Karen, Travis, Dan, Phade, Karah, uhhm...lots of people. Had a couple drinks too. They left to club or whatever. Now I'm back at the table working. Plugging away at themes and outlines. I have better discussion topics. And I think I'll start each chapter with a quote. Tomorrow looks to be another high stress thesis writing day. I always push this off to the last minute, when I really shouldn't. It's a mighty big part of thesis, this paper.

The hardest part is rolling out of bed.

Todays Portrait Is: Christina Hendricks.