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Nov. 8th, 2002
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Nov. 8th, 2002 01:44 pmeverything feels quiet. even work is quiet. I'm getting stuff done.
And tonight, we will....decoupage!
I should look up decoupaging directions, eh?
And tonight, we will....decoupage!
I should look up decoupaging directions, eh?
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Nov. 8th, 2002 04:00 pmI'm really an awful visual artist.
I have a decent design sense, although it tends towards muted greys and sepias.
However, when it comes to actually drawing something that at least sort of resembles what I'm attempting to draw, I am *awful*. I have actually had art training, classes and classes and classes over the years, sketching and watercolors and life drawing.
The problem, you see, is manyfold:
1. I have no idea how to really see. In my brain, an object is an object no matter what light it's in, what angle it's at, etc etc. The hardest part of art classes was shading, for me. I literally do not see the changes in color that signal distance and the quality of the surface. I try and draw an object from all angles at once, because I draw my idea of an object and not the actual object.
2. I see outlines. Seriously. There is, for me, an outline around everything, marking it off from the surrounding visual field. It's sort of a corollary to #1.
3. I see pictures in my head, but these pictures are real, they live and breathe and they are exactly as real as the outside world is for me. What I do *not* see is what the actual drawing should look like. I don't have a process in my head that converts the picture in my head to pencil lines and swoopy things.
4. I cannot draw either straight lines or consistent curves.
5. my handwriting is for shit. seriously. This is a massive disappointment to me, because I always admired my mom's graceful and (usually) legible penmanship. I write with my right hand with slightly less facility than my left hand--but though writing with my right hand is slower and looks like a third-grader's handwriting, it's actually much more legible than my usual illegible scrawl. The slant of my printing varies according to the day and the mood I'm in, I leave out letters when they seem unimportant, v's and e's flatten into horizontal lines, as do m's and n's.
6. I have very, very poor depth perception for faraway objects.
I honestly don't think I have the right kind of neuron hookups to sketch well. I actually became a writer because I realized that while I was a shitty artist, I could write what I was seeing and *make* other people see what I saw.
I have a decent design sense, although it tends towards muted greys and sepias.
However, when it comes to actually drawing something that at least sort of resembles what I'm attempting to draw, I am *awful*. I have actually had art training, classes and classes and classes over the years, sketching and watercolors and life drawing.
The problem, you see, is manyfold:
1. I have no idea how to really see. In my brain, an object is an object no matter what light it's in, what angle it's at, etc etc. The hardest part of art classes was shading, for me. I literally do not see the changes in color that signal distance and the quality of the surface. I try and draw an object from all angles at once, because I draw my idea of an object and not the actual object.
2. I see outlines. Seriously. There is, for me, an outline around everything, marking it off from the surrounding visual field. It's sort of a corollary to #1.
3. I see pictures in my head, but these pictures are real, they live and breathe and they are exactly as real as the outside world is for me. What I do *not* see is what the actual drawing should look like. I don't have a process in my head that converts the picture in my head to pencil lines and swoopy things.
4. I cannot draw either straight lines or consistent curves.
5. my handwriting is for shit. seriously. This is a massive disappointment to me, because I always admired my mom's graceful and (usually) legible penmanship. I write with my right hand with slightly less facility than my left hand--but though writing with my right hand is slower and looks like a third-grader's handwriting, it's actually much more legible than my usual illegible scrawl. The slant of my printing varies according to the day and the mood I'm in, I leave out letters when they seem unimportant, v's and e's flatten into horizontal lines, as do m's and n's.
6. I have very, very poor depth perception for faraway objects.
I honestly don't think I have the right kind of neuron hookups to sketch well. I actually became a writer because I realized that while I was a shitty artist, I could write what I was seeing and *make* other people see what I saw.