(Source: hvance12, via mya-nguyen)
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He doesn’t really do anything interesting except play video games. I can’t fault him. He’s five.
But I love my beautiful baby boy and he loves his faux-hawk…
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Midnight Nostalgia part 3
Digging through some old folders. I’ve lost about 98% of all my old artwork but managed to recover a small amount floating around the internet. These are all pretty old, from about 2003-2009. But yeah, this is what you do when you weren’t good at sports or talking to girls in high school.
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Vincent van Gogh - A Corner of the Garden of St Paul’s Hospital at St Rémy, 1889. Pencil, pen and ink on paper
Ooooooh SHIT, son!
I just got a Canon Rebel T3i DSLR today. I’ve been reading about cameras and photography for the last three hours. Pretty stoked about this.
Lady Godiva by John Collier (1897)
Dope painting. This John Collier guy isn’t half bad.
My theory on drawing is that your mind and your eyes are acting like a camera lens and you’re either capturing what you see in front of you or what you imagine. This is my first traditional pencil sketch in a long while so I guess my lens feels out of focus…
This is me…
(via skillzthatcausechillz)
A quick exercise in painting water.
I have a deep seeded hatred of water. Actually, I’m just terrified of it because I can’t swim. It’s on my long list of things that can kill me along with guns, poison, falling from high distances, cars moving over 20 miles an hour, girls with killer smiles, radiation, and kryptonite.
// Chungking Express//
I watch a lot of romance films because I still cannot for the life of me comprehend it. It seems like a nice idea though.
I just finished watching Chungking Express tonight and like all other Wong Kar-Wai films that I’ve seen, I was left feeling indifferent. It’s a romantic film, yet it’s not aiming to please the audience with a cheap happy ending. But at the same time, each one of his films leave a lasting impression that haunts you. I feel like the best movies are the ones that digs deep into the view’s head and heart and unveils what is personal and achingly real. I got this with Chungking Express.
The movie presents a social paradox. The characters in the film live in the densely packed city of Hong Kong. Yet, even though they’re surrounded by millions of people, they still feel alone and live within their own little world in their mind. It’s something I think a lot of people living in urban areas feel. It’s definitely something I’ve felt it in one degree or another since moving to Seattle.
Seacrest out.
Art is meditation.
I managed to focus a tiny bit tonight, but not enough to get my mind off the big things in life.
Inspired by the wonderful Australian artist Ashley Wood and 2 hours of listening to Frank Ocean. It seems like that man just sings to my soul.
Anyways, it might be time for me to flap my little wings and fly on to another idea. This cow has been milked dry.
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Attempt number two.
Doing that Monet thing where I draw the same scene over and over again. But unlike Monet, it’s not good.
I swear I was familiar with this art thing at one point in my life but I can’t seem to focus on anything recently. I’ve been visibly bothered by a lot of things and I fear I might hit a boiling point soon. It’s good thing drawing is a creative outlet that relaxes me for a little bit.
Hopefully I can draw something I don’t hate tomorrow night.
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It’s a “stay up late, listen to Drake, and draw” kind of night. It’s been a while since I’ve done this. Almost 10 weeks I think. I kind of forgot how to draw. I haven’t really been able to do a lot of things recently. It’s going to take some practice to learn how to make clean lines again.
This is a pretty rough sketch of a concept I’m going to revisit a couple more times this week. I find that the best way to get back into a habit is to start with something you’re familiar with and repeat it over and over again until you’re comfortable enough to expand to something new. For example, wanna get back into basketball? Practice your free throws before shooting 3’s. The thing I’m most familiar with is myself and my Mickey Mouse sweater. Ergo, another self portrait. I wonder if Van Gogh thought the same thing. That dude made a lot of self portraits.
Anyway, I’m about to start a creative project and hopefully it’ll take off soon so I can get this summer internship that involves social networking and art.
// Seattle, through my eyes.//
Photography by Connor Surdi. Hit the source link to see them in full size. You would want to do this. Trust me.
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Malcolm Gladwell famously said that it takes 10,000 hours to master a skill. That means I have a long road ahead of me.
