“The concept is simple. Take a blank sheet with nothing but the basic outline of a pinup girl and illustrate a unique scene around her.”
I plan and drawing one of these.
Felt this warranted a reblog. I want to make an art newbie owl that says “Sign up for figure drawing class. Bitch about not getting to draw hawt womenz and being stuck drawing older people.”
I feel like most people don’t understand that the point if a figure drawing class isn’t to get your rocks off to your nude model fantasy. It’s there to act as a resource to view and study the human body in all its shapes and diversity. I mean, I get the idea, you know, “hahah as an artist I have the opportunity to see beautiful naked people as part of my job, it’s a nice perk”, but it bugs me when people are legit serious and butt hurt when they find out what actually happens in figure drawing is different from the mostly overplayed boasting you hear. By exposing an artist to just one body type, and allowing them to be content with only studying that one body type, you cause that one body type to be the only one that is acceptable to view and draw (i.e. the skinny, white person with the body of a commercial model) I feel that this mind set perpetuates the broken anatomy and sexist poses that you see in a lot of comic/game art these days (Escher Girls provides many good examples). Artists that are actually interested in honing their ability will definitely understand this ASO.
Took a simple design I made out of frustration and made it fancier. Hopefully not too over the top for what’s based on a very simple poster design.
Worked on a background for the group running Korean Culture Night over at UC Irvine. Decided to jazz it up a bit and make a more visual appearance
Been tweaking and tutorialing a bit in a new program called DrawPlus. It’s a pretty cool interface and easy to pick up. I just have this feeling it can’t do some of the more complicated stuff you see with other programs like Inkscape
I’ve always been a big fan of satire. I’m always a big fan of taking the institution’s shortcomings and shedding a blinding white light on it and when your in an institution as corrupted and poor as a UC, there’s a lot you want to scream and point out to people. This past year I’ve been likening satire to be similar to trolling. In some forms, trolling can be used to point out the stupidities of others (example, realizing maybe you don’t have to take nerdy things that simply. If you can get a laugh out of it, what else can you be able to do the same for?)
This past year I’ve applied this concept to my art. I’ve been trolling through my classes, antagonizing both my teachers and my peers in class about the ideologies of the contemporary art world that had been force fed to me since year one. By doing this I’ve felt like I’ve been playing the role of the critical artist that they so dearly want to mold us into, that I was the one truly questioning authority by questioning the authority that told me to do so. It’s only tonight that I’ve finally realized that this isn’t true. At the end of it all, despite what you can claim it’s used for, trolling is simply for the ego of the person doing it. It provides only self-goaded feelings of superiority to those around you so that you can feel better about whatever happens to be bugging you at that moment.
Truly, this is an original epiphany on trolling (saracasm). But seriously, it’s something that I haven’t want to realize for a little while. During my time at UCI I’ve felt like I’ve been screaming into the wind and I didn’t want to admit that despite trying to change my outlook I’ve still been doing it. It’s not enough to simply be angry, which, believe me, I plenty am.
I would be plenty happy to sit back and maniacally laugh while I watch the art world burn down. It’s almost sickening imagining the amount of joy I may feel. Words can barely describe the seething hatred and contempt I feel for UCI and it’s art program.
The point being as much as I would loooooove to say “Fuck it” and bail out (which was what I almost did last year) I’m down to the end of my last quarter. The teachers and students are not going to notice that I’m only playing their game “ironically”. Simply acting like a jack ass in class is not going to get anyone to change their ideas about high art. I shouldn’t delude myself into thinking that my cute little tantrum will cause any higher ups to be quaking in their boots. I’m a solitary commercial artist in a sea of fine art majors that needs to always remember that I simply need to do whatever it is that I need to do to get that stupid fucking piece of paper that says that I’m a fancy artist that knows how to talk about art. The best way I can actually say I came out on top is that I didn’t let it take me down and that I finished college.
The best revenge is to live well. I don’t know how well I’ll be able to when I graduate, but I’m not done trying.