I know Christmas is, well, TOMORROW, but for the record, here’s a list of things I’ve been jonesin’ to see under the tree or stuffed in a sock on Christmas morning:
10:30 am • 23 December 2012 • 3 notes • View comments
For art class at school! The point was to create a “stationary decorative object” and incorporate a logo you made in the previous term into your design. Nearly sliced myself from all the X-Acto knifing but through it all I have trained myself enough to become a pro samurai should zombies attack me (and if said zombies were half a foot tall)
I didn’t know I’d end up putting this logo on a lamp when I made it so I had to make do with what I had. It was either this or “SugaMama Pastry Shop” — ‘nuff said.
Considering I’ve never made anything legit-legit like this lamp before, I guess you could say I was pretty happy with how it turned out! Definitely gonna try making another when I’m not too busy.
9:45 pm • 25 November 2012 • 11 notes • View comments
After months of my nagging, my dad finally decided to take me to “Da Home of Da Master” a.k.a. his pal Roger’s house/makeshift-print-studio to learn the sacred and ancient art of Screenprinting Like a BOSS. We basically got the 411 on old-skool printmaking. It’s safe to say that I now have another bullet on my list of favorite things to do.
We couldn’t stay at Roger’s for very long so I only got to print one design, but I’m beaming nonetheless because the finished print looks fantastic! If I do say so myself!
This design, which I shall hereby call “Forest Magic” for lack of a better name (ideas, anyone?), is basically a compilation of my doodles that I put together on Photoshop like 15 minutes before the actual printing process. I couldn’t take any pictures because we had to work in the dark, but I did get to bring home the materials we used.
Two separate silk screens for a 2-color print.
What you do with a screen is lay it face up on your substrate (that’s the fancy word for the surface you are printing on), and spread textile paint over the silk net thingy like peanut butter with this fabulous doodad known as a Squeegee. Greatest word ever, I know. Now go ahead and say it 5 times.
Pop suggested taking a picture of these outside on the pathway to our house ‘cause the sun was out and Harlow the Cat was begging to play model for the day.
As of now it’s in a state of lonely canvas sheet sitting on top of my desk day after day and I really ought to sew it into a bag or something, but I’m really looking forward to printing more designs and hopefully including some process shots next time!
8:46 pm • 9 September 2012 • 12 notes • View comments
The School of Visual Arts’ spanking, brand new 2013-2014 Catalog arrived from The Big Apple today! Literally just found it on my desk. Here are some snaps I took of it to show you what a purty little thing it is.
I’ve considered SVA to be one of my DREAM schools for the longest time, and in fact, so has my dad (ever since the 80s when he was but a lowly young fine arts major) - can’t wait to see the look on his face when I show this to him
Though it does contain a more than substantial amount of info, the book’s got more pictures than text, which I think really goes to show how much they live up to their reputation as the place to be to flourish as far as the aesthetic eye is concerned
It even comes with a complete set of application forms, which totally would’ve been a reason for me to type “SCORE!” down as a caption on this post, but sadly they’re no use to me - the only possibility of me going to a good art school is through getting a scholarship, and unfortunately SVA doesn’t offer grants to International applicants. Insert heavy sigh here.
But ordering this catalog wasn’t all in vain! It’s nice to have at least a little part of a lost dream. Besides, the art in it definitely makes for an excellent coffee table book.
6:12 pm • 7 September 2012 • 16 notes • View comments
I go to a Catholic school, and every year, my school arranges for each of the 9 separate sections (or classes) in each grade level to have what’s called a recollection - it’s when your section gets to skip lessons for a day and do spiritual things together like praying and opening up to each other about your feelings and stuff. Prior to the actual recollection - or in my case, since I’m a Senior, a 3-day retreat somewhere up in the mountains - you get to nag your friends and classmates to give you retreat letters that usually contain “thanks for everything”s and all the reasons why they think you’re cool, which you get to read (and bawl your eyes out over) during your retreat.
Because it’s kinda hard to keep all the letters you get organized, my classmates and I each got to personalize our own PO-Box-esque brown envelopes that we taped on the back wall of our classroom, and this is mine!
I get an envelope full of letters every year, but this one’s especially significant because I’m on my last year of high school, and these retreat letters are probably the last ones I’m ever going to receive. On top of that, of all the 4 years I’ve been a student at my school, Senior year’s the first time I’ve ever felt a real bond with my classmates. I went into my final year before college wanting it to go by as quickly as possible, but these letters made me realize how much I’m gonna miss my Senior section and how sad I’m going to be when I graduate. So I guess I just wanna say kudos to everyone who wrote me a letter for making me feel depressed and shit. I love you all to bits.
2:09 pm • 22 July 2012 • 13 notes • View comments
I don’t know if I should be tense or amused about the fact that my cat is eyeing my brushstrokes like a hawk (Taken with instagram)
12:49 pm • 7 May 2012 • 3 notes • View comments
Had my birthday about six days ago, and while I (relievedly) didn’t get an MTV-esque Sweet Sixteen party, I did get some pretty nice presents!
- Clinique City Block that I’ve been keeping my eye on for months (would you please let me be a teenage girl for one minute ugh) from my little sister.
- Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon record that my dad got me when we went vinyl hunting the day before.
- Tees, also from mi padre. (Frida shirt, come at me bro)
- A Dance With Dragons, book five of George R.R. Martin’s epic A Song of Ice and Fire series from my mother-slash-fellow-Game-of-Thrones-fan-girl.
I don’t really know how to describe how I feel about being another year older. I guess it just really irks me to think that I’d be a legal adult in certain countries now that I’m 16 and I’ve “come of age” or whatever, and that fact that most strangers mistake me for a 13-year-old makes it so much weirder.
1:30 am • 11 February 2012 • 3 notes • View comments
