As far as the finished product goes, this is not work I am proud of. I enjoyed the experimenting and the process which is how it managed to crawl onto my blog.
This piece was my first attempt at transfers. I also experimented with stitching and using paint/ink on top of it all. While the finished product won’t end up in my portfolio, it was a good practice piece for techniques I hadn’t used before.
Okay, so I am not a big fan of all of the drippy rain melted crayon art out there. I don’t like the millions of different versions of a couple kissing under the multi-colored rain. I wanted to experiment with crayon art and come up with something a little more original.
For this piece, I heated up the crayons with a blow dryer until the tips were dripping. I layered all the dots of colors into the shape of an octopus. Then I put the canvas on the stove to melt the colors together and make it flat. The color went everywhere and went a bit faster than I anticipated. So I painted black acrylic everywhere that the octopus wasn’t supposed to be in an attempt to contain the running colors.
Definitely a lot of trial and error but I love the colors I came up with!
The Civil War ended slavery. We don’t have slaves anymore, right? WRONG! 27,000,000 people are slaves today.
Last year at school, I saw a poster for an art contest promoting awareness for human trafficking. I decided to try it just for the challenge. I had to do some research because I wasn’t very educated on the topic. The numbers were terrifying! This is very much still an issue today.
So many people in this world struggle. This is a cheesy over used topic, but it’s an important one. In this piece, I wanted to show that if people would come together, we could fix so many problems in life and help people. The solution is present but is out of reach for the time being.
“Every artist was first an amateur.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
I love shoes, but not for the reason you probably think. You can tell a lot about a person by the shoes he/she wears.
I did this piece right after I graduated high school. This is the story of my high school life in shoe form. Each represents a significant event or memory and tells a story.
This was done in one of my many art classes I’ve taken. Each class member took a turn destroying this piece of paper. It was ripped, stepped on, folded, splattered on, and someone even glued an ugly piece of tattered red fabric onto it. When it got to me, I was supposed to turn it into something.
I remember my Jr. High art teacher would make us scribble or step on our paper before we started a piece. When you do that, you stress less about it being perfect because it’s already ruined. That’s when you start to make art.
“If you hear a voice within you say, ‘You cannot paint,’ then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.”
-Vincent Van Gogh
For my first 2 years of college, I played the violin in the symphony and had to take violin lessons to keep my scholarship. Week after week I continued to be uninspired and unmotivated. My violin teacher told me he had some suspicions as to why I felt this way. He proceeded to tell me that as an artist, I am always coming up with new ideas. Everything has to be original, creative and new. As a classical violinist, I am required to play the same pieces everybody has been playing for 500 years. Not only that, but they must be played the exact same way too. Crescendos in all the same places. Some people prefer this but I don’t. My brain is different from a musician’s and that is OKAY. There’s nothing wrong with being an artist.
Another idea to get your creative juices flowing: Go to a thrift store and buy some ugly old piece of art and paint on top of it. This is really good for when you are stuck with no ideas.