comparing and contrasting.

As much as I so desperately wanted to enjoy doing the black and white drawing of the bike, I just could not bring myself to that point. I found myself wishing is was doing other projects and I found that it just did not capture my attention. However, I did enjoy doing the candy jar drawing. I believe I enjoyed this one more because it was a change of scenery as opposed to staring at the same blac k and white color for an extended period of time. However, taking into co.consideration that drawing is not my thing, I think that I did very well with both drawings and I surprised myself!

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Candy Jar

During this project, the object was to draw the candy jar that was set up in the middle of the table. Although the candy was very tempting to eat, I sucked it up and drew. I dove right in and before I knew it, I was ready for color! This was where the fun began. I loved experimenting with different colors and shades and combining colors I never thought was possible! It was so much fun to try to recreated the candy the way I saw it and it showed me that not everyone see's what I see the same way.

Bicycle Drawing

In the begining, i thought chosing an angle would be the most difficult part of the drawing. It did not take long to figure out that was not the case. The drawing of the bike itself was not the part that frusterated me. The part that really made me hit a wall was the shading. Now, i have always known that drawing is not my thing and I tried to go into this assignment with my head held high and a positive attitude. It worked for the drawing portion of the assignment. I felt really good about my work and I did feel like I had progressed as a drawing student. However, I soon discovered that I was not entirely correct. When shading started, I could not figure out what needed to be done. Therefore, I decided going incredibly dark with pencil and then lifting the color out was an awesome approach. Not so true. It was time consuming and my drawing turned out darker than I wanted it to be. However, I guess art class is about trying new things and experimenting with different techniques. It did teach me that in order to get the type of shading I was looking for, I should have started light and gone dark insted of the other way around. Regardless, my drawing DID come out better than I had expected and once again, I have proven to myself that I am capable of much more than I though i was.
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Senior Year!

And so begins year two of the best class ever! This year in art, I intend to dig deeper and create things that I never thought was possible. I can't wait to prove to myself and everyone that there is a hidden artist in me that is begging to come out! I took this class last year never in a million years thinking I would take it again! I loved it so much, though, I just had too! I can't wait to see how this year progresses and how much I accomplish this year!

Reflection Post

Looking back at all of the artwork I have created this year astounds me. I never in a million years would have guessed that I was capable of creating anything close to what I did this year. I have learned that if you really set your mind to something it CAN be done, no matter what anyone tells you. If you can dream it, you can create it. It was an amazing experience being involved with the art program this year and it has inspired me to sign up for art again next year!

Art Slideshow

Looking back at all my work from the year was so fun! Making this slideshow was so awesome! It tied the whole year together for me.

Art Slideshow - slideshow

Artist Inspired Story

"A little swim never hurt anyone," thought Brooke. She had the biggest show of her life at five but she knew she would be back in time. It was hard to be a famous ballet dancer. She never got the chance to live like everyone else and now was her chance. She found herself alone in the middle of the woods with nothing but the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and the small waves crashing in the lake in front of her. She so badly wanted to just dive in but then it occurred to her, "What if i lose track of time? What if I am late?" It was only two at the time. The show wasn't until five. She had plenty of time. She jumped into the refreshing blue lake in front of her. She floated on her back and looked up at the leaves slowly falling off the trees. Fall was just around the corner but summer was still in the air which made it warm enough to swim.

She loved knowing that no one knew where she was... well almost no one. Her boyfriend Kyle knew because Brooke had invited him to come along but he declined due to work. She decided it was probably time to get out and start drying off after, what she thought was about an hour, had gone by. She went up to the shore, spread her towel, laid down, and let the sun do the work for her. Before she knew it she was fast asleep and dreaming. She had a dream about the show she was to perform later that night. She dreamed about how thousands of people were screaming her name as she pirouetted across the stage. She could not wait. It was to be the biggest night of Brookes life.

As she was dreaming she heard a voice. "Brooke!!!!," the voice screamed worried and impatient. She woke up in a panic when she realized she wasn't dreaming. It was Kyle. When he finally found Brooke he told her that the show was in 30 minutes and that they will probably not be able to make it in time. Brooke began to cry. "How could I mess this up?!," she thought. She wanted this more than anything. Seeing Brooke cry melted Kyle's heart. He picked her up and ran to his car. HE gently placed the weeping girl in the passenger seat and ran to the other side. He abruptly started the car and began to speed in the direction of the theatre. "Where are we going?," Brooke asked. "You have a show, don't you?," said Kyle with a slight grin. The sped down the highway and pulled into the parking lot of the theatre with seven minutes to spare.

Wardrobe met her at the door and began undressing and redressing her immediately. Makeup and hair worked on her as she walked. They put the finishing touches on just as her name came over the loud speaker. Her music began to play, she stepped on stage, and performed better than she had ever performed before. The first thing she said when she was finished was, "Maybe I should be late to performances more often." She looked to her choreographer who seemed angered by that statement, but shook it off, gave her a huge hug, and congratulated her on a job well done.