Showing posts with label chinamarker. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chinamarker. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 10, 2023

chiaroscuro puppy

The night was dark and stormy. Everything was soaked with water. The woods cannot even protect much of anything inside. A little puppy sits in the shed that is slightly intact in the forest. Sleeping, while awaiting the end of the storm.



This piece was fun to make. The china marker added this faded, gothic tone to the piece which added to the dark nature. This material made it even better for the chiaroscuro element in the piece. I liked learning about chiaroscuro method from our lectures that mentioned the method and different artists. An artist named Caravaggio inspired me within this method. I never used chiaroscuro with this material before so it was a different route for me but I think it came out well.



Monday, April 17, 2023

Dancing in the Dark




 The rhythmic pulse of electronic music had been teetering up in intensity for an eternity, building and building until you felt like it would burst; like you found yourself slowly leaning further and further over the edge of a cliff, heart racing as gravity begs you, and your own heart commands you, to give into its power. Before you fall, you’re always weightless. You float in limbo as the music cuts and the lights of the club snuff out, the lingering glow of their dimming fire fades just as quickly as you can notice it. In the moment of anonymity of a crowd packed into this dimly lit warehouse, you rip your pierced nose up across a collared wrist and inhale a potent mixture of various carcinogens. Your nose burns as your eyes widen and your brain starts twitching, a new fire lit inside of you to move, go, keep going, never stop. Like yourself, only a fragment of their skin is covered in a fanatical arrangement of precious metals and woven plants. What’s left is soft and warm as it presses into your own flesh, grabbing and pulling you closer as you wrap your body around them. As your lids shut behind the tinted lenses on your face, you press your lips onto theirs. In your peripheral vision, a sea of arms rises and points to God. And then the beat drops.