Skeleton, you are my friend ;)

“Draw what you see” sounds like such a simple concept.  Until you stare at it for a while and then reeeeally look at it.  Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) with gesture drawings, we don’t have a lot of time to observe each and every curve and angle of the bones and muscles of the model.  Around the time I took drawing one I realized I’m not the best at proportions.  I’ve been hoping and waiting for drawing to just sort of… click, but so far it hasn’t & I’m not sure if it ever will. 

Just now I wondered if creativity stems from the subconscious.  Like dreams or thoughts from your “sleeping” brain.  Here come some AP Psych terms from high school trickling into my brain.  What a great class.

I feel really behind in art in general & I often times find myself wondering about other artists processes.  Maybe if I read some more of other student’s blogs I will find an answer.  Supplies is becoming so expensive now a days, but I would really just like someone to tell me what supplies to get to make some masterpiece.

While blogging I often get side tracked by grammar.  My grandma, mom, & sisters are seriously like professional when it comes to spelling/grammar/correctness so I try to imitate their skills.  It’s amazing what elementary mistakes we, as college kids, make.  I’m not by any means saying I have perfect English.  I’m decent, but still working on it!  Haha.

So I need to turn in my portfolio tomorrow to hopefully get accepted into the art program.  That’s what I’ve been working on all afternoon.  O yea… then I came to write my essay on here & got distracted by this blogging so I’ll have to get back to that soon.

This week I’ve set goals for myself; the first one to be on time to class every day.  Monday morning (the 1^st opportunity at this goal) & what happens… late. UGH.  I was really mad at myself because my mom even called me this morning to get me up.  I don’t know what the heck happens, but when I wake up I’m really confused & don’t think it’s time for school yet.  Which leads me to my other goal that will HOPEFULLY help with this: get to bed earlier!  I like to get up early & workout.  Last year I got super good at that & dang… looking at a picture I have hanging up by my desk here from last year… I was in a lot better shape. : (  It bums me out MAJOR.  I partly blame an art major.  Hahaha but for real.  Not even kidding all my friends have a lot more spare time for working out & such.  When I think to switching back to retail or something though, it just doesn’t feel right.  I feel like Graphic or Multimedia type of Design is what I should be doing.
Shoot I don’t have a pic of Oliver yet because I’m taking those tomorrow when he can have the black sheet behind him.  Too bad I can’t make a toga for him out of a little sheet.  He does look slightly Greek, maybe.  Wait, that makes no sense.  Sometimes I wonder if I should go back & read/ edit/ delete out a bunch of stuff when I type up a blog, but then in my head I’m just like.. whatever. I don’t have time for that.  The only people reading this are the ones required to (bahaha sorry you have to put up with this guys!)  Or else… well I guess there probably isn’t an or else.  So that’s that.

P.s. 2 more things real quick.  First, I’m really nervous about having good enough sketches for the Life Drawing Mid Term. YIKES!!!!!  I’m going to actually go look through my Biggie Sketch Pad right nah!  Did I ever say that I also want to be a DJ?  I want to find a good computer program, preferably free to use.  Not garage band or some crap program on this hp.  I can NOT WAIT to get a Mac.  Mac’s have my heart.  But I do kinda like my hp just because it’s been, for the most, part faithful to me. : )

& Second, can I also say that every time I pull Oliver out, I ALWAYS think of the song “Skeleton” by Kate Nash and it gets stuck in my head until I listen to another song.  All of her lyrics are a bit... odd?  But then again, aren't we all so who am I to judge?  I have to admit, I can’t stand the last like, 2 minutes of it, though.  Straight up obnoxious.