Forgotten

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FORGOTTEN (2016)

Ok so first off I’m going to tell you a bit about the painting itself. Technically this isn’t a piece that I would have made of my own volition, though planning and painting it turned out to be a lot of fun. Forgotten is a painting I did for my IGCSE art mock examinations, and was the outcome for my coursework topic “The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword”. (The two might not seem obviously related, but I’ll explain everything in my sketchbook videos).

Forgotten is a tribute to those victims of war whose lives are torn apart, yet whose voices go unheard, whose faces go unphotographed; the thousands who suffer anonymously every day. To quickly draw an analogy to the original topic – their stories, carved and cratered by the destructive power of the sword, never have the chance to be healed or reconstructed by the constructive powers of the pen. There cannot be war without victims. Their stories overlay and are woven into the tapestry of conflict, of war, of the explosions and awful acts of terror that define it.

The drips were referenced from pictures of graffiti, again, again an integral part of modern war (the attempts of the pen to understand the sword’s chaos, and a bid by the anonymous victims to reclaim their lives by protesting the war which tore them apart).

The blank canvas beneath is just that – blank, open to interpretation. It could be the empty pages in memoirs that were never written, the empty futures of the victims, yawning like caverns beneath the immediate shock of war. Or perhaps, a futuristic city, a commentary on how war has shaped our civilisation, and the way we will never be able to wipe away the blood that smears the foundations of our skyscrapers. The inherently bloodthirsty nature of humanity. Your call.

… so yep, that’s the general idea behind Forgotten (:

Manifestations of Boredom

So I discovered this grey paper that actually feels like it should be awful to draw on but isn’t… awesome. I made off with an entire stack and am industriously working my way through it.

The first was inspired by a cassowary documentary I had been watching (this is a show I definitely recommend to anyone interested in what lies beneath the skin of evolution… literally), but is otherwise drawn without a reference or any real purpose other than an excuse for not studying for my German oral exam.

Carnassial was done while listening to a series of lectures on the Hong Kong art scene (I swear drawing helps me focus), likewise without a reference. Doodles!

Happy Easter!

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After brainstorming and gathering references for Bunte Träume, I found myself with a couple sketchbook pages’ worth of bunny sketches. Raring to try out our new scanner, I took it into Photoshop and coloured the doodles digitally. Happy Easter!

Digital (More Recent)

After, for as-yet unidentified reasons, I had neglected digital art for some months, I picked up my tablet again and started drawing… these are really my first forays into the world of Photoshop and its unblended deserts (ok I’ve since figured out how to make Photoshop blend but the sentiment’s there.)

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My first experiments: many of these were done in Paint Tool SAI, while I still had the patience to dig out the ACER every time I wanted to paint. No such patience now, so I’ve moved onto different media… (: Red Castle, for example, was already done in Photoshop (30 minute spitpaint. The others took somewhat longer…)

“Bunte Träume” Illustration

“Bunte Träume” is the first in a series of illustrations I hope to make for my grandmother’s beautiful poetry. This poem, clearly inspired by the season, tells of an Easter Bunny caught in a bit of an awkward fix – in the middle of painting Easter eggs!

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BUNTE TRAEUME

by Sigrid Prasser

 

Was seh’ ich dort im grünen Gras,

ist das vielleicht der Osterhas’?

Was macht er da zur frühen Stund’,

und warum ist sein Fell so bunt?

Ich schleich ganz leis an ihn heran,

so leise, wie ich es nur kann.

Was glaubt ihr was ich da erblickt,

und was mein Auge so entzückt

Im Grase sitzt ein kleiner Has’,

Mit Eierkorb und grossem Fass.

Eifrig taucht er einen Pinsel,

in des Fasses Farbgerinnsel.

Ein Ei wird rot, ein andres blau,

er ist bedacht und sehr genau.

Legt sie dann sorgsam in ein Nest,

für’s brave Kind zum Osterfest.

Er hat geschafft die ganze Nacht,

mit kleinen Pfötchen viel vollbracht.

Und wenn er sich die Äuglein reibt,

spritzt Farbe auf sein Hasenkleid.

Ein Zweiglein unter meinen Füssen knickt,

das Hasenkind springt hoch, erschrickt —

Ich reib die Augen mir, was ist geschehen,

wo ist der bunte Has’, was hab’ ich da gesehn — ?