Mock up...

This is a sort of "sketch" for my senior thesis. I want to do pieces about creativity in the brain; innovation as a physiological process. My instructors seem to understand what I want to communicate, but they have trouble visualizing it. I made this as a sort of example.

I don't plan on making all the images like textbook formats, but I do want to use photomanipulations and concrete research. The text in this image comes from this lovely essay.

What do you think?

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Saving throw...

As you know by now, dear reader, I have a lot of trouble with digital painting. But, I wanted to do more with this. As I said earlier, it doesn't look a whole lot like him. However, as a dear friend told me, it captures a certain amount of his spirit and personality.

I find that I often have trouble with likeness. I like to think a lot of artists do. Technical skills take me only so far, but at some point, I think the drawing becomes alive in a certain way. I can't draw a picture that looks exactly like someone, especially if I have an emotional connection to that someone. Maybe I don't want to draw just their face?

I don't know.

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Inkinkinkinkink...

This is the first time I've inked a drawing like this, so it looks kind of...not too sharp in some places, but overall I like the look. I'll get better. Give me time.

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Hello, my ghost...

Behold! The stone, it gleams like gold.
Austin. I'm not super satisfied with this; it resembles him, certainly, but I don't know that it really looks like him. This sketch was interesting. It felt like it took on a life of its own early on; I don't think I was ever in total control of it. Turned out more cartoon-y than Zac's. I like to think it wanted to be that way.


I'm an owl on the sill in the evening.
My son. The reference for this sketch was an old photo; he was sleeping in the car (leaning against the window) on the way to a fencing tournament, so I caught him at a rare strange expression-free moment. It's a beautiful photo. The sketch isn't too bad either.

Check out their misdeeds here.

Back from vacation.

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Help me out...

Get me out of here.

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Bed Time Rhyme

I first read this rhyme over at Hark! A Vagrant (http://harkavagrant.com/index.php?id=222) and I quickly decided it was one of the most beautiful things I ever read, so I took it on. I'm obviously referencing Gorey here.

Dip pen and black ink and illustration board and nothing else.

P.S. I am, in fact, aware that I spelled that word wrong. But, baby, please understand. It's a final project for school (one of many). I'm so overworked and tired. I had to slip up somewhere.

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Noble

I'm not so great at digital painting, but this one's ok. It's actually a drawing (charcoal pencil) with the digital paint on top, so there are some weird texture shifts.

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