ok..its been a year...
i SWEAR i shall try my bestest at posting new drawings and such...
i have an instagram: KEBERNETEKA
that i post on...i just am rarely on the computer since i always have my phone- and the blogger app sucks.
but anywho.
ive been making tons of new drawings that i am finally seeing myself in and happy with my progressions...
so that is goot...
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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Thursday, October 18, 2012
more
i lack severe skills with the picture takings and computer happenings.
Friday, September 14, 2012
woooo wee
been a while.
i gave up for a bit.
had a major case of creative constipation.
i decided that the point i hate my work is when i add color. soooo...think i may just stick with good ol drawing. its what makes me happy, its what i like. some say color gives life. i disagree, i think it takes away the character, like makeup, covering up what is really under there, taking away its natural beauty. its flaws, the line work that makes it...you cover it up and it hides...at least for me anyways. dont get me wrong, there are fabulous painters out there, and i love to admire their work, this is written for me, about me.
they brainwash you in school..saying that a drawing isnt a finished piece of art. that for some reason adding paint and color makes it a worthwhile art. i was always a stickler for rules in class...reaching for that 4.0 gpa was always on my brain. needed good grades, needed to keep the scholarships. needed to not get yelled at. so i pushed myself...but for the grade. which is where alot of my anger probably came from in the college years,
i made a note to myself on a recent drunkie pants night, i was going on and on spewing my artistic words and beliefs. and for some reason i really felt like i came to an epiphany when i wrote "i'm an in color person, in black and white"
i have big ideas, grand plans, but when i envision something, its in black and white. im leaning to start photography...i realized (also drunkiepants) that whenever i would thing of some setting for a paitning...it needed to be a photo, i wanted to capture that moment in time...not dwell on it for endless hours getting so fed up that that moment i wanted to capture i now hate. i never taken a photo class, somehow i made it all the way with my MFA without....i think i may go back for one class...just good ol black and white photography. nothing fancy...no crazy digital, thats not me, i would end up fucking around on photshoppe forever trying to get it perfect, when perfection was the very second i caught the image in the first place.
i like the tediousness of drawing, from the idea, to the sketch to laying it down, how it changes and how i see the image coming to life, how it almost forms itself. i can spend hours on a drawing, but when it comes to laying down that paint, i dred it. its almost a panick, of knowing im about to fuck up. each layer i put down, i see myself getting covered up, until i no longer can see what was important.
i know painting. i know its fundamentals and theories. i can teach classes on how to paint. like i said, i needed that 4.0 gpa. i damn well paid attention to my instructors. i know what im talking about.
but when i paint, its almost like a chore, i get bored and fusterated. in college i painted thick and opaque. then i started painting thinner...drawing more with the paint instead of slapping it on, thought that it would be a good substitute. its not working for me. i still find myself fighting that urge to lay it on thick, some may say..oh well thats the kind of painter you are then, no. its not. cause im not happy with the end result. my underdrawings were always the best part, then i fuck it up. so i try thinner paints, layering trying to draw,,still not happy. so i just draw, and draw, and adding no paint. and im happy.
there may be time for color. or not. i may add a little paint here or there, or not. i may read this blog again and completely contradict myself.or not. the point is. art should make you happy. even when you are saying the worst, feeling the worst, being hateful, disgusting or ashamed. the act of making art should bring you fulfillment or some sort of release or accomplishment,no, its not always going to be unicorns and fucking rainbows,but if it gets something off my chest or out my brain, good or bad, it'll relieve some of that tension that builds up, and little by little, happiness can have room to grow.
i gave up for a bit.
had a major case of creative constipation.
i decided that the point i hate my work is when i add color. soooo...think i may just stick with good ol drawing. its what makes me happy, its what i like. some say color gives life. i disagree, i think it takes away the character, like makeup, covering up what is really under there, taking away its natural beauty. its flaws, the line work that makes it...you cover it up and it hides...at least for me anyways. dont get me wrong, there are fabulous painters out there, and i love to admire their work, this is written for me, about me.
they brainwash you in school..saying that a drawing isnt a finished piece of art. that for some reason adding paint and color makes it a worthwhile art. i was always a stickler for rules in class...reaching for that 4.0 gpa was always on my brain. needed good grades, needed to keep the scholarships. needed to not get yelled at. so i pushed myself...but for the grade. which is where alot of my anger probably came from in the college years,
i made a note to myself on a recent drunkie pants night, i was going on and on spewing my artistic words and beliefs. and for some reason i really felt like i came to an epiphany when i wrote "i'm an in color person, in black and white"
i have big ideas, grand plans, but when i envision something, its in black and white. im leaning to start photography...i realized (also drunkiepants) that whenever i would thing of some setting for a paitning...it needed to be a photo, i wanted to capture that moment in time...not dwell on it for endless hours getting so fed up that that moment i wanted to capture i now hate. i never taken a photo class, somehow i made it all the way with my MFA without....i think i may go back for one class...just good ol black and white photography. nothing fancy...no crazy digital, thats not me, i would end up fucking around on photshoppe forever trying to get it perfect, when perfection was the very second i caught the image in the first place.
i like the tediousness of drawing, from the idea, to the sketch to laying it down, how it changes and how i see the image coming to life, how it almost forms itself. i can spend hours on a drawing, but when it comes to laying down that paint, i dred it. its almost a panick, of knowing im about to fuck up. each layer i put down, i see myself getting covered up, until i no longer can see what was important.
i know painting. i know its fundamentals and theories. i can teach classes on how to paint. like i said, i needed that 4.0 gpa. i damn well paid attention to my instructors. i know what im talking about.
but when i paint, its almost like a chore, i get bored and fusterated. in college i painted thick and opaque. then i started painting thinner...drawing more with the paint instead of slapping it on, thought that it would be a good substitute. its not working for me. i still find myself fighting that urge to lay it on thick, some may say..oh well thats the kind of painter you are then, no. its not. cause im not happy with the end result. my underdrawings were always the best part, then i fuck it up. so i try thinner paints, layering trying to draw,,still not happy. so i just draw, and draw, and adding no paint. and im happy.
there may be time for color. or not. i may add a little paint here or there, or not. i may read this blog again and completely contradict myself.or not. the point is. art should make you happy. even when you are saying the worst, feeling the worst, being hateful, disgusting or ashamed. the act of making art should bring you fulfillment or some sort of release or accomplishment,no, its not always going to be unicorns and fucking rainbows,but if it gets something off my chest or out my brain, good or bad, it'll relieve some of that tension that builds up, and little by little, happiness can have room to grow.
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