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New Videos Up | Studio Vlog + Making A Digital Collage

Over the last week I posted my first (of the year) two videos on YouTube. I have a studio vlog from the beginning of my finals month when I got hit really bad with allergies. In the video I show you how I managed to keep making art even though I was sick and stuck in my room for most of the week. It's a really dramatic video but I did feel really really bad.

I also uploaded my first time lapse video. I like making digital collages as a more casual form of creative expression, as opposed to my paintings or drawings. So I filmed the process of a quick digital collage I made a couple of weeks ago. I might do a tutorial on making a collage in photoshop in the near future but I hadn't made one in a while and was a little rusty.

I'm currently editing a vlog of the last couple of weeks of finals and then I'll move onto my first week of summer. Then regular studio vlogs (or studio diaries as I like to think of them) will be uploaded every week. I want to post on Mondays and Fridays but I'm not sure if I'll upload two vlogs a week or one vlog and one extra video like a speed tutorial or something. I'll work it out as I move along and catch up with my studio diary videos.

- Ali

Recapping Sophomore Year at SCAD

It's been four days since the final quarter of my sophomore year ended and I finally feel relaxed enough to make a post about the entire year in review. I'm sitting on my girlfriend's couch surrounded by three cats, with a fan blowing full blast (thanks Georgia summer) and an ice cold bottle of water next to me. It's a very quick turn around from a couple of days ago when I was hunched over a printmaking table desperately trying to push ink into the burrows of a copper plate, running back and forth between that and the painting studio where I was willing paint to dry faster than physically possible.

This year was ultimately a very good one for me. From where I'd sit I'd say freshman year was the hardest. I missed my home, I was going through it, my friends were going through it, and the distance from everything that had been so familiar for 20 years of my life was extremely heavy on me at all times. But I came into my sophomore year a little more experienced and a little more prepared. I had my ups and downs of course but in the end I'm much happier.

I started my painting classes in the fall which was probably a huge benefactor. My freshman year I had to take all foundations courses, despite having gotten a lot of the credits from my AP classes in high school (don't ask me why I didn't receive those credits. We're still working on that). I learned very quickly that design classes were the bane of my existence and giving 105% in my drawing classes didn't leave me with a lot of energy for the rest of my schedule. It was a year of learning to balance things and I'd say I'm still probably working on that. But finally getting to explore the major that had given me a lot of apprehension (everybody wants to know what exactly you're going to do with a painting major) (paint.) since switching from illustration halfway through my freshman year, was like lifting a very very very heavy weight off my shoulders. My friend from home who came to SCAD with me as an illustration major was originally hurt to see me ditching him and our future as illustrators together for painting, said I seemed much happier and right at home up in the painting department. It also helped having constant support from my painting professor and parents over the year.

I can't say if the body of work I put out over this year versus last year is better. My work as of late is definitely more "me". As my painting professor says, I've taken ownership over my work. I did a lot of experimenting which led to immense growth in my creativity, but ultimately I'm still working at the medium. I learned more about painting with acrylics and oils in a couple months than I had in years, but there's still so much more to explore. 

Now I can compare my work from the beginning to the year to the end and definitely say my work is better. It's just entirely different from what I was doing last year. But over the year I clearly became more confident in the expression of my ideas and my experimentation with the media and I feel happy with whatever direction my art is going in. I have a vague idea. But my professors always say to discover the painting as we're working. And I feel like that's what I'm doing.

Outside of my painting classes I took a lot of art history and when I wasn't taking an art history class I was up in the library looking at art history books or books on painters or printmakers or sculptors. I always knew the library was up there, of course, but this year I really discovered it as a nice place to hang out, listen to some nice music, and stock up on a ton of inspirational resources, while also not being bothered by the regular hustle of the busy school. The highlight of my year was probably finding a book on the entire art history of Colombia, though I never got to read it. I know where it is and I'm going back to get it as soon as I return in the fall. 

I also took a Computer Arts class which sucked. Just flat out sucked. If you have any experience with computers at all just save yourself and take the advanced class and actually learn something. In CMPA I we were taught how to open up Microsoft Word and change the font. Seriously. 

Aside from that, I took Life Drawing I and Printmaking for Non-Majors which were both extremely beneficial and fun classes. Life Drawing changed not only the way I drew the figure but also the way I looked at the figure and the rest of the world around me. It sounds corny to say but drawing from life will always change the way you look at things. It also felt good to pick up a pencil to draw again. I hadn't taken a drawing class in about seven months and hadn't drawn much in between. I was a little rusty no doubt. Printmaking was an entirely different beast. I had done linoleum prints in high school but even then they were simple and basic. This class really made me appreciate all the work that went into prints. I guess something about the replication of it, the fact that you could make so many copies of a print once it was done made it seem like a quick and somewhat easy process, though I knew that wasn't really true. But there's hours and hours and days of labor that goes into making a print that really makes the final result so worth it. The duplicative nature didn't make it easier at all, in fact that's what makes printmaking so intense. But it's a very rewarding process and while the work I turned out might not be great I'm still proud of the work I put in. It was definitely a balancing act. 

Outside of academics I just grew a lot this year. I gained a lot more independence. I got comfortable going to events alone. I went to my first concert by myself and got used to walking around the city more alone (though still with caution of course). I'm overall a lot more sure of myself and my decisions. I just made a somewhat spontaneous decision to join a girl's creative trip to Cartagena, Colombia (<3333) with My Closet Etc. and I'm so incredibly excited. I have family members that go back every year but in my 21 years I've never gotten to visit. So I'm going to work extra hard this summer to make the money and take my own butt to visit The Homeland. 

I've got a lot of traveling planned this summer, which is weird for me, but I'm not going to let it get in the way of making art and growing more. I'm gonna brush up on my digital art and make more collages and I've also got my dad prepared to help me build some canvases this summer so maybe I can start working larger. 

I have two vlogs I started filming during the final month of finals which hopefully I'll edit to be cohesive and get up on YouTube. I want to make a lot of videos to document my journey and life as an artist to add to here. I've got a lot of plans for the future and I couldn't be more excited.

Dealing With Criticism (Or Rather Lack Of Positive Reinforcement)

I'm resolutely refusing to let it get to me.

We've only had four classes of Human Image: Capturing Identity and Essence and I feel like I've already fought a whole uphill battle and gotten nowhere. I haven't even hit the "Capturing Identity and Essence" part. I'm still trying to figure out the "Human Image" part. If I could tell past me anything it would be to take Portrait Painting before this class and save myself a little trouble. But, of course, with scheduling that would have been impossible anyways. This is for the best. Even if I'm struggling.

As I finished in my last blog on Monday, I've started practicing in my sketchbook (who would have thought that sketchbooks could be used outside of class to supplement learning?? Certainly not my life drawing professor who gave us sketchbook assignments outside of class every week to help us master figure drawing in just 10 weeks. Thank you Professor Hung) so that I can get better a lot faster than I...am. I started working in acrylic and felt fairly good until class on Tuesday when my professor reminded us we'd be working in a limited color palette of Burnt Sienna, Burnt Umber, Yellow Ochre, Ultramarine Blue, and Titanium White. 

This is what my palette eventually looked like after a lot of trial and error with color mixing. And after ditching acrylics again.

This is what my palette eventually looked like after a lot of trial and error with color mixing. And after ditching acrylics again.

My first day back to drawing from a live model was not...I would say...successful. It took me a while to realize that when drawing from a figure it wasn't good for me to just start painting like I can do when painting other kinds of still lives. As I said earlier, I haven't even gotten to the painting identity and essence part. I can't get past getting the figure right. And maybe I'm getting too hung up on accurate representation of the human figure but I'm going to keep being hung up on it until I'm satisfied.

Each class I leave feeling bummed, dissatisfied, and ambiguously angry. Ambiguously because I can never really tell what I'm mad at. Myself? My professor? The model? Paint? It's frustrating not being instantly good at something and having to work at it. So after class, like I did on Monday, I pulled out my sketchbook, gessoed some papers, and dragged my butt to the studio to work some more. I played around with acrylics one more time before deciding my paint was frankly too cheap to mix the colors I needed to mix with a limited palette. Like, I'm not trying to blame the material because I often don't believe you need expensive materials to create good work but with acrylics you can only mix so much before paint turns a gross grey-brown. Especially when the paint's filled with filler. So I had to ditch the acrylics. But I had calmed my earlier disappointment once again with my sketchbook practice and felt good calling it a night after a couple of sketches.

More acrylic on gessoed paper. My old life drawing professor once said when you feel bad about your work not being appreciated in an academic setting you should post it on facebook or instagram so your family can see it and your confidence will be r…

More acrylic on gessoed paper. My old life drawing professor once said when you feel bad about your work not being appreciated in an academic setting you should post it on facebook or instagram so your family can see it and your confidence will be restored. He was right.

Wednesday I went up to the studio a couple of hours before my 5 o'clock class so I could get some more practicing in but ended up leaving after finishing my English and Print Making work because I felt sick. So Thursday I walked into class feeling great and ready to work. I felt optimistic and confident. I had started a moodboard with inspiration on Pinterest and I had thought of a great idea for my midterm project. I started with a quick sketch of the model and felt confident enough to start on my 30x30 canvas which had been daunting me since I bought it on Tuesday.

And then...it all fell apart. I've been rather dramatic this week and my emotions are on a rollercoaster so really it wasn't as bad as I still feel like it was. I started to lose my confidence the more I painted. I had thought of an interesting composition as I sketched the model out on my canvas but accidentally lost it and ended up messing up my proportions which I thought I could fix with a cool idea that ended up falling flat and leaving me with more ambiguously smudged paint that did not look good. My colors ended up getting muddy as I tried to make this limited color palette work in ways it probably wasn't meant to. And my professor kept coming by to give me slight critique, really just tips to help me make the painting better, and floating around the room to praise other students. 

Now I know comparison kills or whatever and I should be focussing on my own work rather than listening to my professor talk to other students. But as I worked so hard to try to make my painting work I couldn't help but notice the bits of praise he gave other students and the lack of praise I was getting. I knew my painting wasn't good. I still don't like it and didn't like it for the majority of my time painting it. But I can honestly say it's a huge improvement from my other paintings. And really that's all the recognition I wanted.

Like I said it feels like I've fought a whole uphill battle and gotten nowhere. I left class today honestly fuming. I wasn't ambiguously mad. I was mad at myself. I was mad at my paint. I was mad at my professor. I was mad at the model. I was mad at my class. Really I was dramatic and a more than a little pissy so I left my stuff in my dorm and blew off steam with a good walk to Target and some retail therapy, if you could call it that. And after hitting my 10,000 steps and buying a couple of facemasks, I picked up my stuff again and set off to the studio with burning determination. I didn't try much on anything pre-college but since coming to art school I've had some unquenchable desire to actually try and achieve something. So I sat down in the studio, finished my English homework, pulled up a live model session on youtube, and set out to paint until I was proud of something.

And finally I think I get it. I think I get painting human image and this limited color palette and all of the help my professor was trying to give me in class. 

I still, obviously, have a lot more practicing to do. But I'm glad I have this drive that makes me want to try harder when I really just want myself to give up and sulk. I know the more I work at it the better I'll get. Last quarter my professor told me to kick his ass and then kick my own after I did that. So I guess my goal is to kick both of our asses. Or something.

New Quarter At School

Last week we started our spring quarter at SCAD. The school operates on the quarter system so we have the fall quarter, winter quarter, spring quarter (which counts up a full year of credits), and then the optional summer quarter.

This is my second spring quarter at SCAD so come this June I will have been in college for a full 2 years now. At the beginning of this school year, in September, I started my major classes, having finally finished enough intro level credits. I try to take my classes in the recommended order for my major so I don't mess up my scheduling in the future. So far, as a painting major, I've taken Water Based Techniques, which was an intro to acrylics class, and Oil Based Techniques, which was an intro to oils. So far I've come out of each class with works I'm extremely proud of so it looked pretty promising that I would continue making solid work the more I learned.

This quarter...it's only been a week but I already feel like I've hit a wall. This spring I'm taking a class called Human Image: Capturing Identity and Essence, which sounds great but I have a strong feeling I should have taken Portrait Painting before this. You know, learn the basics and then build up. I've never really painted the human figure before. I painted a couple of self-portraits before I came to SCAD but that was before I had any technical skill. I've certainly never painted from a live model before so this is all very new to me. I know with a lot of practice my skills will definitely improve but I took kind of a hit coming into a new class and feeling so out of my element. Last class we practiced drawing each other, every student taking a turn modeling, and the work I came out with isn't necessarily work I'm proud displaying. But I think it's a solid jumping off point. I'm trying to approach this with as little hesitation as possible and just diving right into the paintings. My professor always says not to be afraid of making shitty paintings and I think this quarter I'm going to have to finally embrace that.

acrylic on gessoed paper

acrylic on gessoed paper

oil on gessoed paper

oil on gessoed paper

acrylic on gessoed paper with medium

acrylic on gessoed paper with medium

I tried working in a couple of different ways to try to get used to working with the different mediums but there's definitely a learning curve. I put those pieces away for the weekend and didn't come back to them until today. My printmaking class on Mondays and Wednesdays isn't until 5, which basically gives me an extra day on the weekends to get work done. I decided I should do some practicing before class tomorrow. I pulled out my multimedia sketchbook and gessoed a few pages, looked for some references on instagram, and sat down to practice before breakfast this morning. 

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acrylic on gessoed paper

acrylic on gessoed paper

As I was hoping, the more I practiced the better I felt I was getting. And I started to have fun with it too. My professor asked me how I was liking it last class and, because I'm honest, I said "I hate it". I'm happy to say I don't hate it as much anymore. I'm still trying out different techniques, though. I attached another piece of paper to the one pictured and decided to paint over it with some acrylic medium. Now I'm waiting for it to dry to see if I like painting over the smooth surface of the medium versus the chalkiness of the gesso. Later I'll test out oils more too.