Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Long time no post...

I have been sorely neglecting my posting responsibilities, but only because I've had an influx of other responsibilities in my life since my last posting. I've become EIC of my college newspaper, designed my school lit magazine, finished my junior year, and proposed and completed a series of prints for a summer fellowship.

This coming year is going to be so hectic, but also fun. I'm going to be working on my thesis for studio art, putting together a body of work and then presenting those pieces in a show in the spring. I'll also be writing, editing, and managing the school newspaper.

Which is to say, if I seem to be ignoring this blog, I'm sorry.

This spring and summer have been fantastic. I've really seen an evolution in my artwork and it's been so exciting. I've been experimenting with new print-making techniques: line etching, aquatint, mezzo-tint, soft-ground etching, hard-ground etching, sugar-lift, and dry-point. I've also been working on making a series of wire rings, and oil paintings.

For my print-making fellowship I created a series of prints exploring the characteristics of design, including color, shape, and texture, that allow us to recognize and classify different minerals.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I spent the spring semester creating a series paintings based on stages of depression as I experiences them. The first in the series is still listed in the previous post, the rest are below.

Here's a few photos of what I've been working on...

Agate Stone
sugar-lift

Wulfenite
mezzotint

Manganite
mezzotint, line-etching, sugar-lift

Botryoidal Hematite
dry-point, soft-ground etch

Galena
aquatint, line-etching

A childhood self-portrait
oil on canvas

Portrait of my brother
oil on canvas

Girl on King-Arthur's Seat
oil on canvas

 Depression Series: Neurotic disparity
Acrylic, Liquitex, paint pen

Depression Series: Regression
acrylic, rope pieces, Liquitex mediums


Depression Series: Recovery
Acrylic on canvas

T.T.F.N.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

The timbre of the road

I'm suspended, briefly, in a sort of in between,
unknown grief and joy yet encountered,
while day disappears and the sound of rubber on road, engine revving then slowing, as diesel pumps furtively to compete with the anxious lead foot of our driver, the murmurs of the crew of expectant travelers, lulls my eyes into a dreary routine.

My eyes open and shut in languid denial of the soothing timbre of the road.
The road.
Respite.
You don't know this, but I keep falling asleep.

Written back in Feb.