A piece I did in my Painting I class. Apologies for the blur. This was my first color oil painting. My professor is Ed Ahlstrom and he was quite surprised when I told him I have never done an oil painting before. The extent of my painting skill goes as far as one 24" x 30" self-portrait. I have, however, had experience with Sennelier brand oil pastels. They color in a similar way to the paint I was using, but Prof. Ahlstrom said they don't count.
A Monet copy I did during a Fall quarter at SCAD in 2009.
Today, I felt that I had a breakthrough in my Figure Drawing II class. My professor Tendai Johnson always says that you know you've improved as an artist when you "surprise yourself" and I was greatly surprised today when we finished up our gesture drawings. In class, Professor Johnson always begins work with gesture drawings starting with 30 seconds, then 60 seconds, then 2 minutes. As I continued to draw, I noticed how much more overworked my gestures became with the increase in time. On the last drawing, I thought to myself about what people have told me the past few weeks. (Pictured left: A gesture from late 2009)
At the beginning of the winter semester at my current college, Professor Johnson approached me when he noticed how quickly I worked. In regards to the poor quality of my pieces he said that I was impatient. It was shocking to me to hear that, but after a moment, I realized what he said was true. Even in my better pieces, I recalled not ever pondering the way I made a mark or formed a highlight or shadow. I rushed through every part of the figure only thinking of perfection. So, I decided to work more slowly.
Yesterday, I submitted the nude figure (pictured in my last post) to an artwork/critique image board asking for opinions. I mentioned that the piece took 45 minutes and someone commented what I had shown could have been accomplished in five minutes. "This may seem counter-intuitive" he said, "but you should work faster." I thought this was a paradox: I should not be impatient, but I should work faster. After these thoughts came to mind today, I began blocking in values as a gesture rather than creating line or mass. When we posted it up on the wall to view, I was shocked at how good it was. I didn't step back but maybe once during the production of this one gesture and the simple values and planes seemed well-placed. It was a very successful drawing. (mentioned gesture seen below)
Gestures should be one of the first drawing techniques an artist learns, but I never even heard the term until the summer of 2007. My first 100 gesture drawings seemed to follow things I had seen in How-To-Draw books: using circular shapes to describe structure. The problem was, however, that I did not know the first thing about the human body and even if I did, the technique the books encouraged would result in stiff, lifeless figures. As I progressed, I learned to loosen up and view the body as a whole rather than separate pieces and I believe today was a great revelation: to work quickly, but patiently.
I also applied such an idea to the later 30 minute long torso study here:
Giorgio Morandi, an Italian still-life painter, once said, "A sincere artist is not one who makes a faithful attempt to put on to canvas what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something which is, in itself, a living thing." I have always thought myself a good artist. I always excelled in drawing classes and was more common than not the best in my classes regarding structure, understanding form, light, shadow, and color. However, every once in a while my ego deflates. I realize that I am not as good a drawer or painter as I pretend I am when I hear not rude, but revealing comments that unveil the truth to me. I stand back from my easel and look around at those surrounding mine. If there is one thing that my art lacks, it is character. Character in line and shape, the way an object is formed. My pieces lack the very life Morandi claimed to be in a sincere artist's work and I feel that I have lost the extreme love for drawing I had back when I was younger. I am turning twenty in a few weeks and feel that I am not at the level I hoped to be. I feel like an old hag.
The purpose of creating this blog is to manifest for myself an obligation to come to frequently throughout the week. I will upload pieces I have done, talk about them explaining the goal, and then leave it to be critiqued. I hope to better myself as an artist and learn much more than I thought I knew.
As far as introductions go, my name is Robyn Lott. I was born in Oklahoma and lived there for six years before moving to Maryland in 1996. I've wanted to be an artist for as long as I could hold a crayon in my hand, but never fully realized this until late middle school. I spent several of those years drawing horrible quality anime characters either relating to Pokemon, Digimon, or my own creations. A few years ago, I realized how very little I had progressed and decided to drop almost all of my notions of anime and manga and work harder.
I never had any proper formal art training until I left high school and went to Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD). I spent one year at the college studying in foundations classes - Drawing I, Drawing II, Figure Drawing, 2D Design, Color Theory - but felt that I was not advanced enough for the school (even though I had won a scholarship) and decided to come home. I now go to my local community college and am continuing to take foundations courses hoping to transfer later this year to University of Maryland Baltimore Campus (UMBC) with an exceptional portfolio... and here we are at the present.
With my intentions, I hope to become better than I am and possibly make a few friends while on blogspot. Thank you for reading my rather superfluous first post and please stay tuned for more. (Pictures to right and above are recent pieces; from oldest to youngest - feel free to critique)