Peter and Wyatt

I ❤ these boys.

http://www.penandpicas.com    +    www.wyatt-glenn.com

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Um, where have you been?

Hello interwebs, I’ve been busy with second semester.

I’ll post some of my work later on.

Right now, I wanna talk about tattoos.

I enjoy this one. Mostly because I enjoy cameras and it’s nicely done.

I he(art) nouveau.

This one is nice and subtle.

If I had a long torso I’d probably do something like this.

This is just a nice photograph.

So is this one.

I ❤ this.

I’m getting a big chunk of my sleeve done in May.

Can’t wait.

This Is Limbo

So there I was, crusin around beautiful crime when I stumbled upon a unique artist:

Now this is my kinda art.

They do everything from 2D-3D and installation work.

I couldn’t find their name, probably because I was just fascinated with the work and didn’t look hard enough. All I found was their flickr account: thisislimbo

I’m pretty sure if my soul looked like anything, it would be these hooded characters that appear all through out their work.

Their medium of choice is cardboard, water color, string/yarn, and packing tape.

There is also this little bird character that appears in a lot of their work.

This was piece was made before the disaster in Haiti. Apparently they were tearing up a street and thisislimbo found it a perfect spot to make art.

They also include the phrase “know hope” in most of their pieces.

This is my favorite piece.

I dont have the link to their flickr account, but I’m sure if you search for thisislimbo, they will come up.

Go check them out.

Too much girl power

Hey Internet.

I’ve got that warm, feministy feeling inside today.

So here’s Tracy Emin:

She’s well known for this piece entitled “My Bed”. It’s actually kind of gross and makes me never want to sleep in anyone else’s bed ever again…but whatever.

I like the idea of her neon work better.

I like the idea of writing whatever you want in bright lights.
If I ever get to work with neon my messages won’t be this feministy.

I don’t think I’d ever want to get into a fist fight with this bitch.

Shit, I mean woman.

Tracy is really into writing sad, obscure messages on things.

Fun.

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.