These are a few things I made this summer, while I was discovering and experimenting with acrylics. I forgot to post them and since I have nothing new to show you, here they are.
Some of these fish vaguely look like real mediterranean fish, the first one is all wrong, nothing I did could save him.
Testing colors and working with tape.
Collage - it's a lot more technical than I thought. The paper doesn't stay flat. Need to work on this. Had fun with it, anyway!
I wanted to thank all of you who commented on my last post, on the boat painting I made for my father. I was really nervous about it and you helped a lot!
I don't know if he liked it. He seemed to appreciate it, said it was nice, but then, he also said my hair was nice that one time I had a problem with my color and it turned orange. I learned later that he really thought it was particularly ugly and unfitting. My father is polite that way.
I sold my flat = great. I still haven't found a place to rent and I'm out of my place in 33 days = a bit nervous right now, and I don't have much time or desire for drawing...
dimanche 11 septembre 2011
So I made this painting for my father whose birthday is today. I'm going to give it to him on tuesday. I really don't know what to think of it.
Will he like it, do I like it, is it complete crap? I usually don't have this kind of problems with my drawings. So any feedback will be welcome, critics included!
Easier, for me : books! On the left is a book I'm currently reading, by prolific french author Eric-Emmanuel Schmitt. He imagines what could have happened if Hitler had not been refused the entry of art school in 1908.
It's a fascinating read, I'm devouring it very fast! On the right is a book by Maeve Binchy who is not at all well known in France, so I tried this at random when I found it in English in the library. It's awesome. I read it too fast, though I didn't want it to end! I'll look for her other books, next time!
And this is what I see from my balcony. I'll be moving in one month and 20 days, not one day too soon. I hate the place I live in now with a passion. It's noisy, my neighbours love to cook and burn garlic since 9 am, I can't sleep, can't rest, can't not hear them all day and night long. I'm glad to go to work so I don't have to hear them for a few hours a day.
It doesn't seem that horrible, in drawing. Well, it is. Luckily, it won't be very long now until I move out.
It's my dad's birthday today, and also ten years after for New York, so I'm thinking about all those people who die each year because of terrorism, stupid, blind hate, not only in New York, but all over the world.