Sunday, May 17, 2015

Final Art Project- Spilled Memory



Spilled Memory
A Tribute to Friends

      The people pictured here are some of the greatest friends I have, and that I have ever had. There are a few close friends not pictured here due to limitations on space. Each one of them is different in their humor, their opinions, their walks- but they all have one thing in common. They've all stood by me through this year. It hasn't been easy for me, and it even harder for them. I mean, they had to deal with me. Deal with me spiraling downwards due to my parents' divorce, my grandfather's health issues, and some other events I would rather not name. This year has spilled out quickly and darkly much like the flow of ink and has been hard for all of us. Each one of these people, these best friends, have endured through the thick and thin with me and we have stayed together. I have hurt each and every one of them, a few have hurt me, and some have hurt each other; but despite our raw, aching wounds we helped the others heal before we fixed ourselves. These men and women laid out on this picture are all equally extremely important to me and I could not have made it through this year without them. 

Thank you.
All of you.
Pictured or not,
Thank you for being there for me in these trying times.

Progress pics


Set the Scene

      The table has been cleaned and papers laid out. some papers trashed and a lamp set out and an ink bottle on top of more papers. I'm ready to spill!


      

Post-Spill

      This was fun. Spilled the ink, splattered it a little bit, and doodled something of a landscape onto it. My next upload will be of the finished piece itself, so be prepared!

Friday, May 8, 2015

Sister Wendy Beckett

"The experiential test of whether this art is great or good,
or minor or abysmal, is the effect it has on your own
sense of the world and yourself.
Great art changes you."

-Sister Wendy Beckett

Art is declared "good" by whether or not it has an effect on you. If it changes the way you think. Art is impactful.

Pulp Mag 1- Hero of Hyperion

The moment is dire. Roland, the king of a bandit group called the Crimson Raiders, has Handsome Jack's daughter Angel at gunpoint. Jack hears her screaming in fear through his Echo communicator, and rushes to the rescue. Digistructing into the room with rage and fear in his heart, he raises his revolver at Roland. Will Hyperion's hero save his daughter in time or will the bandit king slay her? Who truly is Jack's daughter and why did we not know she existed? Find out in this new edition of Hero of Hyperion- Where Angels Fear to Tread, Part One!


This was a fun project and definitely my favourite thus far. Jack, the hero, was given somewhat of a halo due to the light of the teleport and to signify his role as the hero. Roland has an aura of darkness, as all villains do, and stands threateningly over Angel.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Pulp Project HoHyp stage 1: Introduction

Pulp.

Inexpensive fiction magazines printed on wood pulp paper.
These Pulp magazines have magnificent covers depicting scenes of great heroes, heinous villains, and beautiful damsels in distress, all caught in the point of great excitement.
Pulp magazines gave birth to characters such as Conan the Barbarian and the Punisher.
This is the beginning of my first Pulp cover. It is based on the scene in Borderlands 2 after you fight and free the powerful Siren named Angel, the antagonist Handsome Jack's daughter, from her power-draining prison in the "Crisis Core Angel" facilities. However, in the true form of propaganda, the roles have been switched. Handsome Jack (on the left) is depicted as a hero and the real hero, Roland (on the left) will be holding a gun to Angel's head.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Anachronism: unfinished and unhappy


Anachronistic portrait of the signing of the Declaration of Independence. The only piece of this that is mine is the background. It's kinda my front yard.

MOAR progress!


Some more progress. I am about to have to go out, so tonight I'll be putting the final finishing touches on it.