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❥Art: The painting displayed to the left is of the icon for ultimate girl power, Sailor Moon (scanned picture)! I honestly liked the painting even before the watercolor. It almost looked like a tattoo someone might get on themselves. The painting was sketched in regular pencil, darkened with regular pencil, and then colored with watercolor paints on watercolor paper. The painting took me a total of 6 hours because of the various colors involved and shading on the hair and face (I messed up the nose, oops!). The painting displayed to the right is of my favorite deceased couple, Tate and Violet from FX's first season of American Horror Story (scanned picture). I wanted to incorporate my favorite aspects from each character. The painting was the same process as the Sailor Moon "Fight Like A Girl" painting was, but only took me 4 hours because of the lack of color. I also added a Joy Division quote for the star-crossed lovers!
❥Progress: I really enjoyed opening myself up to discover my interests.This was my first attempt at watercolors. I had always liked stretched art with dark lines, very two-dimensional. I had never really known how much i loved painting with watercolors! It was very interesting incorporating my favorite aspects of each character (Sailor Moon's eyes, hair, and the use of roses & Tate's "Noble War" paint). The hours flew with each step and i grew more and more excited, eager to see the end result. Once i finished I couldn't be more proud of myself. I couldn't stop looking at it; i had made that somehow. I wanted everyone to see what I had done as a wave of excitement had flown through me. I had worked hard and created something I was very proud of.
❥Reflection: Like I stated before I couldn't believe I had actually made "art", or my interpretation of "art". Filled with the excitement that came with personal success I needed to hear a separate opinion from my own. As i approached my mother in the living room and showed her my painting I was rewarded with skepticism. Had she not seem me sitting in my room painting for hours? I grabbed my paintings and made my way back to my room. Questioning the disappointment that came from my moms skepticism, I left it to teenage angst. I do not know why I feel this overwhelming sense that I need to have someone accept me for me to accept myself, or my art. I know in myself that having someone think or say that you are less than you are, does not actually mean you are. I shook of her reaction because I knew that she did not mean it the way I perceived it. As I approach my goal of being more abstract in life i hope to shed the need for acceptance. Any form of expression is wonderful if it comes from a good place. As Shannon L. Alder once said, "When you are no longer afraid is when you can be yourself."
❥Progress: I really enjoyed opening myself up to discover my interests.This was my first attempt at watercolors. I had always liked stretched art with dark lines, very two-dimensional. I had never really known how much i loved painting with watercolors! It was very interesting incorporating my favorite aspects of each character (Sailor Moon's eyes, hair, and the use of roses & Tate's "Noble War" paint). The hours flew with each step and i grew more and more excited, eager to see the end result. Once i finished I couldn't be more proud of myself. I couldn't stop looking at it; i had made that somehow. I wanted everyone to see what I had done as a wave of excitement had flown through me. I had worked hard and created something I was very proud of.
❥Reflection: Like I stated before I couldn't believe I had actually made "art", or my interpretation of "art". Filled with the excitement that came with personal success I needed to hear a separate opinion from my own. As i approached my mother in the living room and showed her my painting I was rewarded with skepticism. Had she not seem me sitting in my room painting for hours? I grabbed my paintings and made my way back to my room. Questioning the disappointment that came from my moms skepticism, I left it to teenage angst. I do not know why I feel this overwhelming sense that I need to have someone accept me for me to accept myself, or my art. I know in myself that having someone think or say that you are less than you are, does not actually mean you are. I shook of her reaction because I knew that she did not mean it the way I perceived it. As I approach my goal of being more abstract in life i hope to shed the need for acceptance. Any form of expression is wonderful if it comes from a good place. As Shannon L. Alder once said, "When you are no longer afraid is when you can be yourself."