Adventure!

Welcome to my adventures, my stories, my experiences as a young woman who is striving to do what makes her happy.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Aching For Family

Hello, lovlies!
Beside and below you will find a compilation of just a few of the drawings I did in my figure class. Some I am proud of, others - not so.

Finals are upon me and I'm having a hard time figuring out how, exactly, things will fall into place. Project upon project. It's like a huge hurricane is coming through, then in a second it will be gone. I'm hoping that I will be able to produce quality work in all of my classes before I go off to break.

AND SPEAKING OF BREAK. I cannot wait until I go back to my beloved Georiga! I've been gone ever since I left the chapel, graduated with a robe and hat. My heart longs for the air, the smell of the trees, the sweet people, and most importantly my family. I'm aching for home. I'm aching for peace.








Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Pushing Through The Colors

This first piece is an abstract painting that represents fall  by using mostly triadic colors (purple and green and yellow). Like most abstract paintings, many people saw something different. However, when I was creating it, I wasn't considering what others might see, but mainly what I felt I saw. While painting, I felt a strong longing for my family and friends at home because fall is that special season for me. It's full of so many special memories of so many special people that collectively create a mosaic in my heart.

The second one is made to represent rhythm, using analogous colors. How I came up with the concept: I was relaxing on a sofa after a long, hot afternoon, and about to enter one of the deepest sleeps I have had - and this 'billowing, blooming' image appeared under my eyelids. So during class, bored out of my mind, i sketched it out. It became this sucker!

While I've been at Ringling, it's been an incredible experience - don't get me wrong - but like many, (because there's always that kid who's ready to get away from home, well, I wasn't that kid) I began to feel lonely, because leaving home the world became a massive space of people and scary things. Massive, loud with hate and selfishness, wittiness, smiles, tears, laughter, screaming, hands and bodies and faces and smells and the heat. I was congested and terrified.

But so far, it's all been worth it.
Is it easy? Heck no! Nothing worth pursuing is going to be easy.
Just have to push through the colors, I guess, and then everything will turn out the way it should.