In preparation of my admittance exams for art school I need to prepare at least ten self portraits. This one is inspired by the drives back and forth to work, where my image in the rearview mirror guides me.
Looking myself in the eye
I started this sketch with light pencil drawing. Once please with the image I used several fine liners to highlight the most important elements of the face.
Starting 2016 I opted for the word [courage] to guide me this year. I also wanted art to play a more important role in 2016 (and beyond). It's been such an important part of my life when in Spain, and it got pushed to the background due to the move back to the Netherlands, the single parenting, new jobs, long drives, house building, etc.
Things finally started to settle and so I took the courage to start professional art school preparation classes for three months. It was great and akward at the same time. Allowing myself to play and learn, accepting this could actually be part of my live again. Walking new paths, far from my comfort zone that left me wanting to run away from this idea instantly. But I got through it and ended up with my own "gallery" of creations.
I got my work of these classes up on the walls, exhibited the 3-D work and took a look from a distance... And... it spoke to me, to my fellow students and to the teachers... all by itself. We were asked to tell a little of ourselves and the works of art we created. I was in doubt, felt the work didn't need any explanation, but was not strong enough (yet) to just let it be... and say nothing. Say nothing... me... The person that always talks too much... And so I did what almost tend to do... talk too much.
The teachers were pleased with the results and told me I'd make a good chance if I'd apply for art school. So here I am, considering a life changing studies, considering a dream to come true.
"Smash a tea cup to pieces and rebuild it to something new." That was the idea of one of today's art class. I had no preset plan on what to create, but I am really pleased with the results. It has so many stories to tell.
I decided to spare the plate. It now is this calming, strong element to hold on to admist the chaos of all the broken pieces. It protects the fragile construction from the noise coming from the outside world.
The piece didn't survive the travel back home, so I'm lucky to have these photos. They remind of what creating art can do for people. How it can (almost) be therapeutic. How it can tell a storie to the artist, and a whole other story to the one experiencing it.
What story does it tell you? Materials used: - teacup and saucer
- hot glue gun - hammer - tea towel
I painted mostly with my fingers and used several of my stencils. I will probably end up painting some big eyed girls on these canvases, but for now I just loved playing with the paint and seeing all these happy colors come to live.
Since I started Mindy Lacefield's online class I really like painting these big eyed girls. I was supposed to go out for a bike ride, but the rain kept me inside. I took out my art supplies out instead.
Mental exercise instead of physical exercise. It probably doesn't burn as much calories, but it sure does good to my soul.
I mostly used Amsterdam acrylic paints, gesso and a black pencil. I painted in my art journal, which is about an A5 size.
She sure brought some sunshine to my rainy day! Hope you like it.