Thursday, November 25, 2010

Drawing

This is all from my fundamentals of drawing class.
My last homework assignment was to do a small charcoal still life.

As my midterm assignment I had to do a contour line drawing still life with at least three objects



And on Sept. 29th as a homework assignment I had to do a contour line drawing of a plant

Lately...

I have been busy with projects and other work.  Though I have finished a couple more master copies for my composition & color class.
This is the latest one I completed on 11/22
Our assignment was to use a limited color palette and to get as close as possible the the original master's palette.  The hues that we used were white, yellow ochre, venetian red (or others),raw umber, burnt umber and black.



-The original masterwork-
Netscher Caspar The Lace Maker

And I completed this one before that as my midterm on 10/12
This was a restricted color palette; only using hues white, black and burnt umber

Friday, October 22, 2010

Display

Mine is the one on the left
As I walked through main campus today I came across this display window.  I was surprised to see my master copy painting in there.  Though I wasn't able to take the best picture with my phone.  The assignment was to do an achromatic painting; out of the possible choices I choose this.
Original
St. Francis - Zurbaran
Here's mine
again not the best picture taken with my phone
the angle is wrong, some of the picture is cut off and table added

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Mutation




About your window's happy height 
     The roses wove their airy screen: 
More radiant than the blossoms bright 
     Looked your fair face between.

The glowing summer sunshine laid 
     Its touch on field and flower and tree; 
But 't was your golden smile that made 
     The warmth that gladdened me.

The summer withered from the land, 
     The vision from the window passed: 
Blank Sorrow looked at me; her hand 
     Sought mine and clasped it fast.

The bitter wind blows keen and drear, 
     Stinging with winter's flouts and scorns, 
And where the roses breathed I hear 
     The rattling of the thorns. 

Celia Thaxter

Tuesday, October 19, 2010