First Semester < or = Eight pounds of Clay

I’m feeling insane.

Here, let me prove it to you:

That’s Thomas. I sculpted him in my 3D Anatomy class. Sadly, I didn’t get very far. So I added a sweet bikini.

This is the back of him. I vaguely remember doodling a tramp stamp on this picture…guess it’s gone.

We did a second sculpture. They kept calling it an ecorche. I kept calling it a ferrero rocher.

Yeah, the back view is pretty smexy.

Now, here are some arty shots that make it look not as hideous to look at!

I have no explanation for this one.

Clean clay just got a little sexier…didn’t it?

And that’s what I learned in 3D Anatomy for illustrators.

Out with the old…

This is an old sketchbook of mine. Perfect to start off with. It’s from 2007-2008.

 

I was (and still am) very into Alphonse Mucha, King of All Things Art Nouveau. Please for the love of art, if you do not know who he is, look him up.

 

I went through a marker phase. My inner child demanded tools, but my inner adult would not let me use crayons.

 

 

My marker phase was extensive.

 

I had a brief love affair with medical illustration. I even bought a medical illustration coloring book because – let’s face it – I fucking love coloring.

 

More medical illustration fetish. I was (and still am) into writing all over things. I can’t explain why.

 

 

That was it for the old. I promise only new things from now on. And I’m terribly sorry for the wonky sizes of things. I’m trying my very hardest to be more technologically literate, but it’s like teaching Helen Keller how to drive.

Yes. I did in fact make a Helen Keller joke. 

Will be working away in my newish sketchbook for the rest of the week. Sneek peeks will come later.