Salvaged Sketches
When our basement flooded, Mark was able to move most of our stored items out of harms way. Unfortunately, a box was overlooked, and even more unfortunate: it was the box holding all of my painting and sketch books. The paintings were all fine, though mildly discolored.
The sketch books were pretty soggy. Luckily they were not mucky--their cardboard box/shell saved them from that doom.
I spent sometime this last weekend peeling the sketches apart and laying them out to dry. It was fun to see them all again. (And I felt a little like I was in "Titanic," with my art being discovered and salavaged.) :)
These are some of my favorites:
This set is from a college art class when we had a live model:
I don't really know what this is from. Just a random thought from my mind, I suppose:
Here I was visually expressing my experience of Jean Paul Sarte's "The Room." I did one of the "The Wall," too, but it's not pictured here.
The sketch books were pretty soggy. Luckily they were not mucky--their cardboard box/shell saved them from that doom.
I spent sometime this last weekend peeling the sketches apart and laying them out to dry. It was fun to see them all again. (And I felt a little like I was in "Titanic," with my art being discovered and salavaged.) :)
These are some of my favorites:
This set is from a college art class when we had a live model:
I don't really know what this is from. Just a random thought from my mind, I suppose:
Here I was visually expressing my experience of Jean Paul Sarte's "The Room." I did one of the "The Wall," too, but it's not pictured here.
1 Comments:
Thanks for drawing close on Mark in that one of him in the chair! I know he's usually butt naked! ohh foo
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