Also, I had my critique on my illustration project:
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| (see "thinking cap project") |
Mine was the first one chosen to critique, probably because of the fluorescent pink color xD It got really good reviews actually, the only thing people had a problem with was that they couldn't see the eye in the goggle lends to the left. meh, not a big deal, I'll just pop one in if it's throwing them off that badly...
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In other news, I'm currently at work now, working on some data entry crap (not at the moment lol). This is what I stare at all day!
Wooo data entry... fun stuff.
Now I'm doing one of my least-favorite things... sitting behind the Admission office front desk, picking up the phone, listening to what the people have to say only to say "I'm not sure, let me transfer your call to [Admissions employee] *transfers call* *hangs up* ... it sucks. Mostly because I have a pretty bad phobia of phones. "Telephobia", as they call it (which is pretty lulz). I have panic attacks whenever a phone rings, particularly if I know I have to answer it... And particularly when I know I can't answer the questions the people on the other line may have... It scares the crap out of me. I feel like people are always pissed at me for not knowing, and having to transfer their call. orz;;;
So that's what I'm doing now.. sitting.. waiting... = - =;
> - > Also trying to hide the fact that I'm blogging rather than working... but I'm at Stacy (my boss's) computer now.. and she's in the middle of doing something in Jenzabar (data-entry program) and I don't want to fuck it up...
Yesterday I also had Drawing, (which is mind-numbing at best) in which we worked on tonal drawings and stamp drawings. Since I didn't have a stamp, or ink, I had to carve a stamp out of a hunk of eraser rubber my friend Trilby gave me and crush up a stick of charcoal I had to make charcoal powder and use that as the ink.... surprisingly it "worked" but it would've been a lot easier had I remembered to buy the things I actually needed. ;P
And I had Graphic Novel class as well, in which we had a guest artist. I wish I could remember her name, or link you to some of her artwork because quite frankly it was terrible. She's a fashion textiles artist and her textiles actually weren't that bad (I think I have a pair of underwear she designed the textile for actually) So that part I enjoyed. But then she got into comics and trying to draw the figure and it was just.... oh god. You know how some artists can have that "beautifully messy" style. The artist that comes to mind for this is a girl I watch on Deviantart who goes by the name Viseralmilk. Her work looks kind of like this:
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| Image (c) Viceralmilk @ Deviantart.com |
I really like her work, she does things I can't do easily - making the artwork look like she did it on a whim with a liberated hand and mind... And I think this other woman who came to visit was trying to accomplish something like this, or just seriously sucked. Her work was just... I dono, 12-year-old crap. It reminded me of really poorly drawn anime, drawn by some 6th-grader who wanted to grow up to be a fashion designer... but she was in her late-twenties... So instantly I lost respect for her as an artist. I was not about to be "taught" by a woman who draws figures worse that I ever have in my life.. To make things worse, when we came back to the classroom she had this "lesson" all planned out for us in which we were expected to make this detailed narrative based around some clothing style and create a two-page finished comic, planned out and inked in one class. ... fuck, I couldn't even think of a style I wanted to do by the time she got around to me, let alone a fucking story and I was blatantly like "you know, I've been in class for the past 10 hours and am just really not in the mood..." Our professor Micheal at least knew better than to thrust an assignment of that depth at us in the course of one class period... It was more like a long-term outside assignment. *sigh* /rant.
God, what a sleepy day... It feels like.. 4:00 but it's only 1:50.. and it's dark and rainy too. Argh. four more hours of work, srsly. -___-; four more hours of data entry bullshit. Not that I've been doing any for the past hour... but still, the prospect of sitting in front of a computer doing the same thing over and over and over, and trying to read high school student handwriting. It's aggravating...
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So today my boss gave me her business card and I just took a peek at her artist website and omg, pretty fuck'n sweet! have a look sometime. www.stacyhowe.com. I've been curious about what her work looks like, we've talked about it a few times. Very nice ♥
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| image (c) Stacy Howe @ www.stacyhowe.com |
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Another work!break. Yay!
Last night I had a series of the strangest dreams. They were kind of post-apocalyptic, and I want to say it began with this dream about a big stray dog, some kind of mut, he was really big, I think he had some bull mastiff in him, but had a kind of golden lab look to him. The dog was apparently "dangerous" so some people were going to kill it, but the dog liked me; he would jump up on me and lean on me over and over like it wanted me to fight for it's life, and I did, as a dog-lover I didn't want to see it get killed, so i took it as my own, even though the dog really did have this underlying evil feeling about it.
That dream then led into this other strange dream in which I, along with a handful of I want to say maybe twelve or more people, both students I went to high school with both from my grade and from lower grades, as well as some people I'd never met before, were in this old house. The house had a balcony on the front, and when you looked out there was So. Main St. in Brewer where I used to live. I realized the house I was looking out of was actually the house across the street from my old house and was the house where Father Remington, the pastor of St. Teressa's church next door.
At first it was me and a kid I know was a year younger than I, his name as Johnny. We were on the balcony, watching the cars below. Strange things were happening... people would swerve around cars that would stop to turn, people were getting backed up, and other people going up on the sidewalks just to get through. Everyone was loosing their minds crazy, and after a bit of this crazy driving someone was hit. The person who was hit was a man in his early 30's, he got out of his car and had a shotgun and we watched as the woman who hit him got out of her car to plea and was shot. Johnny and I were horrified as this trend continued - soon cars were piled up and still slamming into one another, people who weren't trapped in their cars or getting hit by cars were getting shot at.
Soon I myself took up arms and started shooting at people about to shoot at the innocent, giving them chance to flee. This went on for a short while until Johnny also picked up a gun and said that he was going to go down there. I told him no, I held his face and told him that "we needed him alive." I didn't even know what I was talking about at that point - and it was then the view panned out to show the room full of cowering people and I realized this was pretty serious.
I think time may have lapsed at that point, because I knew we were some of the last people alive on earth, and that the world was ending. Surprisingly, I was fairly calm as myself, and another student I went to high school with named Dylan had somehow ended up as the leaders of this small collection of survivors ranging in age from 16 to probably 20. We were trying at this point to collect things we would need. We had little food, one or two weapons and enough blankets and clothing to keep warm... but we would have to travel out to find more supplies, particularly food and more weapons. We did though have one motorcycle that we had parked inside so that people couldn't steal it.
Our biggest concern was pillagers, we had to find some way to make the house safer (which was the same house, but now located in a wooded area, idk) a lot of the windows were broken, and all we could do was drape blankets and cloth over the opening to keep some of the wind and rain out, but it really wasn't a secure safe-house. We had two dogs with us. The big "dangerous" dog from the previous dream, as well as my dog Riley. Both dogs could now talk, but didn't offer much guidance, and it seemed to take them a lot of effort to say very little (dog tongues aren't for articulating). Riley wanted to be called "Sneakers" for some reason...
So all this was going on and I walked into the dinning room of the the house, which was almost completely open to the elements, and there was this girl there with dark hair, I don't know who she was, but she said to me "there's one close". Somehow I knew what she meant by that and I grabbed my gun and went into the room where everyone was kind of hanging out and aimed my gun at the various cloth-draped windows. The strange thing is I knew what the thing looked like, as though I was recalling a memory of having seen one previously in the dream, though it didn't occur outright. They were tall slender humanoids with bald heads, I want to say yellow or white bulging eyes and gray-blue skin. Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of one of the windows and I fired at it and the dream ended.
But the dreams didn't stop there. The next dream was still in the post-apocalyptic world, but I found myself in a city square in some kind of ancient Greek-revival setting, there was a building similar to the Pantheon, I want to say it was a City Hall or Library of some kind.. and out front of the building was a cast-iron or bronze statue of I think a man or woman reclining.
The area had a nice view of rolling forested hills that extended to the horizon, and there were some mountains in the distance. All over the cobblestone ground there were what looked like bursts of carbon, it looked like someone had been setting off fireworks and the shots were making burn-spots. I was with one other person, I can't remember if they were male of female, and I was explaining to them that all of the spots were where a person was standing when some sort of atomic bomb went off that only destroyed human bodies (hence the pristine surroundings). Suddenly a giant lizard monster crawled up over one of the distant mountains and we both watched it slowly crawl. I said something like "this isn't the time of year for those..." and I woke up.
God I have crack dreams.
Holy fuck, long post. Time to stop this madness.
Have a great day!
Peace,
/A.V.
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