Those of you who like the facebook page (and if you don’t already, please do) might have noticed this image.
For my art class we did two self-portraits, one in pencil and one in ink, where we were supposed to practise hatching and crosshatching.
I got the comment that it looks like I have fur in this picture. Close-up, it sure does, but if you take a couple of steps back it stops looking like fur and looks rather interesting instead.
Don’t get used to getting two posts a day, but in the beginning I feel the need to get some content out here. And while we are on the subject of clay, I think I can show off this poor guy that I haven’t been taking properly care of since I made him.
I call him “poor guy” because he’s no longer stuck to the backboard, as he broke free of the glue several years ago and I still haven’t fixed it.
I mentioned in my intro post how my school had this art profile, which meant I got to do a lot of artsy stuff in school. We could have different combinations like metalwork, but I did fine art. Still we had to do crossovers and work with different materials than we’d signed up for. So one assignment was to create a face of clay and then mount it on a wooden fram we built.
I’ll never forget how my teacher asked me, before I painted it, if I intended to make an “African mask.” My intention all along was to make a sculpture of Severus Snape, who is one of my all time favourite characters. Unfortunately I was ill during the time we dyed the hair, so he ended up blond. Hence, a failed Snape.
The best plans of mice and men, you know…
Done somewhere during the school year of 2006 and 2007.
For my first TBB-post, I thought I’d show of some work in a medium I hardly ever work with: clay. This was an assignment I did for my art class back in upper secondary. While I didn’t fall in love with the exercise, I thought it was a great deal of fun to try out something a bit different.
We had to partner up for the assignment, sit opposite one another and try to make portraits of each other. I partnered with my best friend at the time, but I don’t think it turned out to look much like her at all. Still, there’s something about the expression that reminds me of her…
We were told to make them intentionally rough and not smooth them out. Our teacher encouraged us to keep the places where we added new clay visible.
I can’t see myself doing it very often, but I must say that looking at these pictures make me almost want to buy some clay and get to work. But I don’t think I have the patience for it, really.