Thursday, November 12, 2015
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Beginners in Illustrator
Illustrator is brilliant for editing and creating almost anything. Before I discovered Illustrator, I was always a huge fan of Photoshop, but strongly disliked that the graphic would lose it's quality when scaled up or down. I found out that Illustrator is a vector based software, and won't lose it's quality when scaled. I think everyone in graphic design should learn how to use Illustrator at one point in their life. If they are like me, they might find that prefer it better than Photoshop. Here's some tips for beginners:
http://www.creativebloq.com/illustrator/beginners-tips-6133280Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Saturday, October 3, 2015
Unfinished Life
I find the search for lines, colors, shapes, forms, textures, values and space absolutely fascinating. Why do we have to finish an art piece…perhaps it is best we don’t. Maybe we should want people to understand and see what the artist saw, layers. Dimension. What if we let the person viewing the art focus on dimension? What is unfinished, is art? Is that it? No, art is supposed to make you feel…and life is never finished. So like art, I follow life.
Sincerely,
The reason why my portrait isn't done
Sincerely,
The reason why my portrait isn't done
Friday, September 25, 2015
This Art is Mine
My art always seems to be a useless masterpiece stained with tears and with intimidating scars, and if you look real close behind all of the curved lines that were intended to be straight, it is signed with everything thing I am. It's not great, but it's me. I constantly struggle with the thought of the way art is "supposed to look," and the way you're "supposed to make it." I am learning that those things don't exist when it comes to art. To me, art is a way of expressing myself, feelings and it's a way of life (my life). When my heart aches and I feel like I’m ready to rip my soul away from my very own chest, I make art, pointless art. When people ask me about my work I normally describe it as simple as just "me" because there's no other way to explain it. My art is everything I would describe myself as; my art is imperfect; my art is like no other; most of all, my art is pointless (in the most amazing way). I think I'll always have that voice in the back of my head that will say "You have to do this a certain way, or it'll never be 'good enough,'" but I have to remember this is my art, and this is me!
Friday, September 18, 2015
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