reblog, because I setup my tumblr stupid.
Sometimes nice things happen. Sometimes they don’t.
At SVA I used to draw from models for 9-15 hours a week, and my work was way more sensitive. Something happened to my life-drawing when I found myself drawing cartoons all day. I’m not sure if it’s good or bad (probably a little of both).
Looking at these drawings, done about a year and a half ago, I look like i’m attacking the drawing more than I would back in school (10 years ago). I think some of the confidence is good… but maybe I’m overcompensating for my lack of focus and anatomical knowledge. I’m supposed to know what I’m doing, right? …but I guess that’s actually the problem. I was taught to treat the model as a miracle versus a tool. The model/pose is not something I could ever truly know, but that I should try to experience through my drawing.
I feel my identity as a character design fighting with my identity as an artist.
huh…. kinda neat I guess.
Do people read these? To the people reading: on a scale of 1 to lame, how do I come off?