Posted in Drawing, Self Help, Thoughts

Quality

“What’s up ladies and gentlemen” – how informal-formal writing – Nonetheless, What’s up ladies and gentlemen. Quality, I want to discuss it, because I uploaded a video yesterday. One subjective nuance that irritatingly delineated from the video, was the unpleasant quality. Truly a testament to my effort. Though abashed I want to state that “quality” is a key ingredient in my career as an artist. Lackluster is a plague of unfathomable repercussion; bear this in mind, No one will appreciate my efforts, low quality appeals as if I’m a charlatan, and most importantly I add no value to peoples lives. I want my barren personality to blossom into an expansive field of flowers with a beautiful sun, a lens flare, and a scenery with the breeze stroking the flowers, the horizon is aesthetically ineffable. Tranquil and aesthetically pleasing is a tiny fraction of the description, I would say. But I digress, as monotonous and nondescript as I am, I can still express emotional sense in many variants of art. It’s just the effort of plugging quality into the equation. I don’t want other artist to look up to me, rather, I want to distribute great ideas, so then other’s who are brighter than myself, shine through darker areas and unveil horizons that transcend the current limit.  however, If my production doesn’t consist of quality, then I can’t progress, since my work doesn’t inspire me to continue breaking limits. It’s about me first, than the others, polishing my work before proceeding with any other objectives is priority.

 

This is my drawing, it’s a bit lackluster; fragments of articulation are deficiently expressed via color, body proportions, and clothing. Subjectively, the concept piece communicates rushed.Screen Shot 2017-11-16 at 7.41.16 PM.png

it resembles early Dragon Ball Super quality

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I mean come on, even Goku’s face is saying “Dafuq”?

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To conclude my concerns, to communicate “quality” effectively, it needs to be executed well, polish subjective flaws, and align the art piece with your personal vision. Then you’re voice will echo through the clutter of abysmal content that inhabits every virtual platform of our world.

An epilogue for my guests:

Much appreciation for your support, it means the world to me, that everyone of you guys read my blogs. I’m elated to find that, there are people that actually acknowledge my thoughts. Thank you guys so much!! seriously. . .  Well, that’s it for today, Much love to all my peeps, stay safe, say no to drugs, and I’ll see you guys next time!!!

 

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Posted in Drawing, Self Help

How I Began Drawing

Greetings once again, I hope all of you guys are doing well. I’ll elaborate on my experiences as an artist in this blog, since I stated that I would be typing up this blog, so let’s begin.

My interest in art began to manifest one day in high school, in 9th grade. I was deplorably bored in english class while viewing a couple pages in a magazine for time sakes. One particular page caught my sight, and my viewing pleasure evolved indulgently. As I marveled at the art pieces, my shifting paradigm began to develop a mental gymnastic known as, daydreaming. Daydreaming became my favorite activity, even competing against masturbation. In sequence, daydreaming would progress into drawing, and in due course conquer almost every sense of my perception. Finally after the revolution, drawing became the dictator of my drive and pragmatically every action was subjected to it’s essence. Every thought I conceived of was an amalgam of artistic insight and daily tasks. Recently, while completing domestic work, I became intrigued in a caricature that I had picked up from the floor. I began to scrutinize the figure and conceptualized a cartoon portrayal of a dragon. This figure below, is a conception of the dragon that manifested from the toy caricature. IMG_0543.JPGInteresting right? That’s the amalgam of domestic work and artistry. However, back in high-school, my awareness was infrequently available. Imagine applying artistic insight in every act you engage in. The conception of cartoon portrayals and graffiti pieces were overabundantly produced via daily tasks, that obscurity was casted over my prudence, and ultimately rendering my 9th, 10th, and 11th grade years a waste of academia. Every perceived idea or moment, was immediately commingle with artistry. The cravings of sketching override every stipulation I made with my counselor, which in due course, expelled me from traditional schooling and located me into a academic rehabilitation center where outbreaks of power hungry student primates fought for territories they didn’t even own. Academic objectives were futile. Teachers rarely taught any subject. Most teachers possessed the luxury of free time; however, two teachers out of ten, were constantly engaging in personal conversations over the phone with what I can only presume to be colleges or acquaintances. My unquenchable thirst for conceptual art began to diminished as I overviewed the domain of students with lackluster abilities. I felt that I had hit a low denominator in my life. My insufficient effectiveness to steer my life boat towards the motherland of success. What an abysmal, contemptible, disappointment I was to my name. Nonetheless, this center was the domain of ineffective students.

Very few students had purpose in that school. Very few were astute, intelligent free thinkers that were only attending school because of law abiding parents. Those were the individuals I was attracted to. As my artistic drive gradually diminished, my new camaraderie of friends, realized my potential and acted to challenge my skills. Sure enough, my skills proved to reiterate a lust of meticulous skills that would have me recognized by students in the academic rehabilitation center. Those were the days I felt a resonance of appreciation, constantly praise for a skill I loved. In contrast, the school’s methods for encouraging and inspiring were severe. In retrospect, there was this one moment where ( I’m not racist at all ) I meticulously drew a Hitler duck in pencil. It was compelling in it’s own respect, and many students where gunning to steal it. Of course, someone stole the bit of art and the culprit responsible never faced condemnation for his/her actions. However, it didn’t matter to me, the thought of someone stealing the art piece just sat well with me, since I knew it would be appreciated. Maybe appreciated for the wrong reason, but at least value the artwork in some sense, since art is perceived differently with every viewer. Fast-forward a couple years, and art has solidified it’s nature into my psyche. I try to sketch something emotionally relevant everyday, but other endeavors tend to squeeze into my schedule sometimes. I love to sketch, I love to approach the abstract, and visually construct it into intricate lines. One think is for sure. With the history, and everything I’ve been through with this skill. I never want to abandon my skill to draw.

I hope you guys enjoyed my story. Retrospect and analyze your history endeavor you pursued, and remember those moments of how you felt despondent, hopeless, or even anxious. Tell me a little about it in the comments if you can. And with that, I will leave you guys to yourself. I love you guys, be safe, and I’ll see you next time.

 

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Missed My Deadline

Sincere apologies my friends, my inadequate discipline was a bit costly on my reputation. I felt such shame to incapably produce a blog before the required deadline. Though this incident was detrimental to my mindset, I’ve adjusted, bend the rules and attenuated my blog to fittingly quench my desire for fulfillment. Of course, my sense of proactivity was in full effect today, for instance, this illustration of myself kicking ass, should suffice to represent the productiveness of todays efforts.

IMG_0575.JPG  This digitally caricature’s purpose was to transcend my conceptual skills as an concept artist, as well as to train my instinct to sketch body parts, since my methods are lacking in that respect. I feel a sense of accomplishment for producing a blog, even after the deadline. Better late than never, agree?

That’s all for tonight, again, my apologies, tomorrow is regular schedule, deadline is 3 o’clock. And yea, that concludes the blog. Love you guys, take care!!!

 

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