From Entrepreneurship (if there's one thing that class has taught me so far, it's how to spell 'entrepreneurship'). A mock-up for the possible wall painting (inspired by the interior of the Radio City Music Hall) of an Art Deco/Jazz-inspired coffee bar concept that my group was working on. Hopefully the gods of Photoshop will forgive me for using the dodge tool in this particular instance of trying to make lines look like gold paint.
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad. Assignment: paint a portrait of someone in the news. I was reading that story about Iran finally letting the (American) hikers that were arrested a couple of years ago for accidentally crossing the border and held on spying charges go free. It led to a story about Ahmadinejad making a speech to the U.N. about how the rest of the world should start behaving as Iran does. Then I wondered where I had heard that one before...
...Edward Cullen and friends. Work from last semester. A supposed editorial illustration for an article we were given about one woman's search for the Balkan roots of vampire mythology. Oh how far we have come from this:
Adventure Monday (brought to you by Posting Things Two Days Late)
On Monday, I had a painting to do. The assignment? Controluce. Against the light. There wasn't much to be seen in silhouette from my window.
So I went for a walk. I started looking at tall buildings against the sky.
I liked the pictures, but none of them seemed quite right. Up the Hill I went. I found some houses looking out into infinity,
and a pretty brick house ready for Halloween.
Then I found a place where the asphalt truck did not pick up after his dog.
I had a color moment when the leaves went so well with the house,
and then I realized I had no idea where I was. I was afraid I had missed the light.
But suddenly I was no longer alone.
The cat pointed me in the right direction, following me to make sure I'd be okay,
and then hid in a bush when a dog passed by.
I turned around,
and the light was perfect.
I made my way back down the hill. I passed the house that looked onto infinity,
and the racist statue contemplating the modern age.
I said a brief hello to RoboPig and RoboCat, standing vigil over the city,
and then the street lights began to turn on.
Even the abandoned dormitory seemed kind of nice.
Then it was back to the RISD campus, where Monday night activities proceeded as normal.
It was a good day, but sunset paintings are still kind of lame. * *To be fair, it's only halfway done. But it's still lame.
