Sketching classmates

School has been....scary ass busy.  Like, SCARY-ASS.  I'm already having nightmares about my biotech classes.  I keep dreaming about everything that could possibly go wrong in lab.  It's been terrifying.

Anyway, I dug through my folders and sketchbook to find some of my better sketches so I could decorate my desolate blog....

This is from 2012. These are sketches I did during my rendering class:

My teacher (top left)  basically talked abt "meaning of life" more than  rendering so I  ended up drawing my classmates most of the time.  I drew this particular classmate(bottom right) quite often, b/c well, let's admit it, she has pink hair.  HOW COOL IS SHE?

One of my favorite things in my illustration class is that our instructor has us working in our sketchbooks for 30 minutes.  Like usual, I like to draw my classmates:

Another thing that's great about this class,is the use of traditional media, even in our sketchbooks.  These sketches were done with ink and pen.  

This was a sketch I did today during sketchbook time (well, I guess technically, yesterday).  It was done in COFFEE.  I changed the value of the coffee by adding black ink or white ink:

This girl has beautiful hair but it's kind of beautifully tame and wild at the same time.  It was difficult to draw.

My sketchbook smells lovely now.

Well, I would like to update soon...

I wanted to update because, well, blogging is surprisingly fun.  And, I like fun.  But fun isn't really what I have been doing as of late. Le Vie has been ce n'est pas Fun.  I've been drawing when I can; however,

 I've been  mostly trying to draw geometric shapes, conquer the Copic markers, and desperately figure out how to render glass and metal textures.  I could be deeply mistaken, but I feel gray and/ or colorful blobs on pastel-smeared paper are not quite at blog level of  interestingness. 

As a result, I frantically flipped through my sketchbook and found this:

I purposely misspell "naked."  I still feel guilty enjoying drawing "naked" people.  It's a defense mechanism, okay?  I was raised under a rock in a bombshelter of an underground city guarded by flying sloths.  I'm ignorant of the real world and its social manners.

This is kind of nice, right?  A bit interesting?

This sketch was a part of a cartoon I was going to do about my friend, Monsieur Beautifully Youthful.  I got the idea in the summer, during the peak of my James McAvoy fangirlic obsession.  I basically spent summer nights spamming Facebook friends' newsfeeds with tidbits of my fangirl-induced thoughts about James McAvoy.  In my defense, Facebook does ask me What's on my mind?  It would be rude not to comply.  Anyway, along with my childhood friend Xelestialauria who understands my fangirl ways, Monsieur Beautifully Youthful often indulged me during these McAvoyistic moments.  So thanks! 

The cartoon was basically my response to when Monsieur Beautifully Youthful mentioned Children of Dune and I watched the trailer.  I will finish this cartoon one day, let the Blog Gods be my witness, 

I WILL FINISH THIS CARTOON. Some time before I die.

Hello Recycle Bin, Or Not

Today we were cleaning out our bookshelf and I found a secret folder nudged behind the bookshelf.

And the secret folder contained these lovelies( or not) from about 1~2 years ago:

...and I didn't have the urge to throw them out!!  Shocking!

Okay, allow me to explain why this might be a shocker.

Plain and Blunt: I have an habit of throwing away my drawings/art work.  It's just an habit that developed from childhood.  It relieves stress/frustration for me.  Some people drink alcohol. Some people punch their pillows.  Me? I like to ceremoniously throw out piles and piles of my drawings/doodle/art.  I'll sometimes scrummage my room for doodles I can throw out, and I have a folder of doodles for whenever I have the urge to meet with the Recycle Bin. I also think that my style changes rather often so after more than a year, I can't stand looking at my older stuff; hence therefore (goody, a redundancy) I like to symbolically murder my older atrocities. 

But these?  They're kind of nice, especially because I actually like this style but I don't draw in this style very often these days and I don't have patience for this kind of detail...

...and LOOK!  The right sketch has a COFFEE STAIN on the right hand corner! Very fitting for this blog, don't you think?

Hoping for a Hero...and then some doodles

Some real-life tragedies seriously makes me wish Batman was real. 

On a non-tragic note, I like to doodle while watching TV shows/movies.  I've been watching Jeremy Brett's version of Sherlock Holmes series and I made a little game of drawing things/person my eyes falls on, without pausing the show.  

 

This game proved to be a bit challenging and I haven't played it ever since. 

Undeniably, I haven't been practicing as much as when I was taking art classes.  On the other hand, I try to make a conscious effort to carry around a sketchbook and sketch people I see.  The people I sketch are mostly people I see at work and the people at work usually looking down...

Someday, SOME DAY, I WILL be able to draw and capture real people's likeness.

Just practice,practice, and practice....

LE SIGH.

I WILL PERSEVERE.

....I hope.