that is both,
a) how I feel right now,
and,
b) what the hell this picture means.
Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
self-portrait
Tuesday, January 26th, 2010
In Drafting we use these Macs (with Windows OS) and they have these large black reflective screens. We usually have loads of time to spare in class, so me and my friend decided to pull up Paint, make the background black, and draw ourselves from our reflections. It was a bit tricky, and we had to keep one eye closed, but this is the result.
We also tried drawing sunglasses on top of our eyes or stuff so it would look like the images of us would be wearing them.
Fun times.
transcendentalism
we were talking about it in English and so far my drawings haven't been that pretentious...
back to school
I guess I'm going back.
I perceive my own hair weirdly... but this is kind of what it looks like briefly after waking up.
Also, I'm sure this is terrible perspective and all, but it's a sticky note, around midnight, what will you expect?
I was a (cool) 11-year-old
"This isn't really what my DAY was like, but it's what I'd LIKE my day to be."
(as drawn purely from memory, without much detail)
Yes, I guess it was ever since I got the VHS for Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, I'd always harbored something of an obsession with Hogwarts Castle as depicted in the films. I've observed the subtle or obvious changes in each new movie, and adjusted accordingly. I've drawn the building plan, mapped the grounds; I even tried to do the floorplan(s) on several occasions. It obsessed me to find out how the castle worked, how the interior and exterior coexisted, how such a beautiful castle looked.
I mean—no joke—I've literally made a physical, paper model of the castle three times between when I was probably 11-13. Like, I'd take these hugeass (they were like the size of my eleven-year-old body, I'd imagine) pieces of construction paper, and I'd take a pencil, ruler, compass—all that kind stuff, and then I'd proceed to cut out these intricate shapes, much like the ones you see in those four-year-olds' cut-out-a-box or whatever things. I'd fold them and tape them and put them together and get frustrated when they didn't fit right. Eventually after looking at the 95% complete models, full with penciled-in windows and all, for a few weeks, I'd get frustrated with its imperfectness and crush it and do it over again in like a few months or years.
Wow I was a pretty antisocial eleven-year-old. jk it was more like I had a lot of time and actually did something creative and cool with it. I was much more successful at 11 than I am at 17. I want to be 11 again and go to Hogwarts.
I want to go to Hogwarts.
Meta
Well, this is actually gonna be on time, and this is pretty much me today as I am and as I'd like to be. I felt like being a bit meta today...
The blue car is homage to Draw My Thing, where by unwritten rule it is said that any car drawn must be blue, and anything that is blue must be a car.
Commitment
But I liked Friday, the 1st. Well, I liked Friday night. I guess it was Saturday morning. But that's just crap, that midnight changes the whole day, right? Eh.
I guess Friday was okay.