Artist: Tamara McDougall.
2ft X 4ft plywood. Mixed medium. Mostly pastel, color pencil, and photos collaged.
Final project #4 check!
My final project was wide open with a couple of guidelines once again. It was to be a minimum 18x24, it had to involve collage and had to mix atleast 3 mediums.
In this I am the big sprite and I am at my favorite place in Calgary. It is this bend in the river Ian and I coined as the "turn around spot". It is a half hour walk from our house and I miss that bike path so much. My elfish hair lends itself to this and I don't know why but as soon as I thought of the shape and size I wanted to use I immediately saw wings coming off the picture. Then when I found the wood I wanted I saw little angels in the grain of the wood. I had wanted to use a Canada theme before and nothing fit till this. I am at the family tree and that is where my roots will always be.
I teared up when it came to life and is the most personal piece I've done. The only reason I am in it is to make it as personal as it is and that was the hard part, so please don't see vanity. If you must blame my hairdresser cause that is where the wood sprite thing came from.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Ode To Ripley
18x24 drawing paper. Color pencil
This was my first project in my Intermediate drawing class. I had never worked with prisma color pencils before and really enjoyed working on her face. Although I think her chair translates the best and she looks a little faint in the photo it is a little different in person.
This was my first project in my Intermediate drawing class. I had never worked with prisma color pencils before and really enjoyed working on her face. Although I think her chair translates the best and she looks a little faint in the photo it is a little different in person.
Napa - Vin de terre
18x24 pastel
Project #2 check!
It was a color study to match reference pictures in a collage I created and then had to duplicate it in pastel. Matching color, shapes and composition was most of the lesson and the other part was to take a collection of pictures and form a theme that took you somewhere with pictoral references you had to duplicate.
Project #2 check!
It was a color study to match reference pictures in a collage I created and then had to duplicate it in pastel. Matching color, shapes and composition was most of the lesson and the other part was to take a collection of pictures and form a theme that took you somewhere with pictoral references you had to duplicate.
Changing Spots
22x32 watercolor paper. Watercolor and ink
Project #3 check! This was our surreal "use your imagination" project. The only stipulations was it had to be surreal and it had to be mostly about the drawing but the color was to be watercolor.
My theme was about roll reversal and the literal leopard changing his spots........ with a zebra. I could have put a ton of captions above both of their heads and thought it was pretty funny.
To further smack you with the bricks even harder the serene African Sunset is interrupted by a very angry tree.
I am opposed to deforestation but I don't want to repulse or make a viewer uncomfortable with that underlying message. If they look away in disgust where does the message go? Besides I thought it was time some trees kicked ass.
This is all about fighting rolls we have been lumped in to because I am not the average housewife and I can't help but think we all need to look a little closer.
Don't get me wrong, the zeopard still looks pretty hungry but you have to decide how it ends. What does happen when the shoe is literally on the other foot?
Project #3 check! This was our surreal "use your imagination" project. The only stipulations was it had to be surreal and it had to be mostly about the drawing but the color was to be watercolor.
My theme was about roll reversal and the literal leopard changing his spots........ with a zebra. I could have put a ton of captions above both of their heads and thought it was pretty funny.
To further smack you with the bricks even harder the serene African Sunset is interrupted by a very angry tree.
I am opposed to deforestation but I don't want to repulse or make a viewer uncomfortable with that underlying message. If they look away in disgust where does the message go? Besides I thought it was time some trees kicked ass.
This is all about fighting rolls we have been lumped in to because I am not the average housewife and I can't help but think we all need to look a little closer.
Don't get me wrong, the zeopard still looks pretty hungry but you have to decide how it ends. What does happen when the shoe is literally on the other foot?
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged
I guess my name is now Lest.
So I am at Trader Joes (for the Canadians this is a grocery store here). I asked a sweet lady who works there if she would by chance know where the port wines might be. I was all excited buying truffles for Christmas and wanted the wine to go with them. She called another employee to come and help me but I said that was fine and just started looking and thanked her.
Another employee came down and pointed at the lady in front of me in the aisle and said "Port?" I immediately spoke up and said yes and moved toward him to avoid confusion. I noticed a look from this older lady as I moved passed her. I was dressed like I usually am and she really looked me up and down.
NOW LET ME CLARIFY, I WAS NOT ABRUPT, RUDE OR EVEN FORWARD!
It turns out we were standing right at the ports, which is why I didn't want help, so I apologized for taking his time.
At this point I realize the lady he pointed at also had a question. I only discovered that because she made a comment about her time not being nearly as valuable.
I let it go and continued looking. Then this older gentleman walked up and sort of stumbled in to her, narrow aisle, she knew him and laughed it off then she made another comment about me to him.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
THAT'S IT!
I piped up "Excuse me?" She quickly walked away......... I followed her around the corner.
"Excuse me Miss..... just so you know he came up and said PORT? He was called down that aisle to help me so if you thought I was rude you were mistaken that is all you so save your snide comments"
That passive aggressive bitch looked me up and down stopping on my knee high socks in my leather boots and said "trust me, I know who's being rude!"
I should have fucking smoked her upside the head right then but I didn't know how many of her retired church group was there and I still have to live in this community. Besides if I got banned from that Trader Joe's I have too far to travel to the next one.
I smiled at her and just turned away.............. I am still shaking!
She probably went home and after telling this story of this horrible, punk rock, Satan worshiper took a big old sigh and asked her lord and savior what this world is coming to.
Although saying that makes me just as bad so I will wish her well in my heart, maybe even say a prayer for her, and let it go.
If anyone reading this thinks I could have done anything to deserve it FUCK YOU TO! You are her.
But this has been bubbling in me for a long time. So that's my back story and here is the rant!
CITIZENS OF THE WORLD UNITE!
DEFY ALL PREJUDICE AND STAND UP FOR BASIC HUMAN DECENCY NO MATTER HOW SMALL AN INJUSTICE!
TELL THAT PERSON THAT WAS UNKIND JUST THAT AND STARE THEM IN THE EYE WHEN YOU CONFRONT IT!
IF A CAR DOES NOT YIELD TO A PEDESTRIAN DO THEY NOT BLEED?
IT IS NOT ABOUT BEING RIGHT.... IT IS ABOUT BEING TREATED UNKIND BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST ANOTHER STRANGER! STOP THAT RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!
THE NEXT TIME YOU CUT SOMEONE OFF, YOUR MOTHER SAW YOU DO IT, OR IT WAS HER BEING FORCED TO LET YOU IN!
I JUST WANT COMMON DECENCY AND I WILL FIGHT FOR IT!
PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND HELP GET THIS MESSAGE OUT THERE SO THE ENTIRE WORLD WILL HEAR IT!
So I am at Trader Joes (for the Canadians this is a grocery store here). I asked a sweet lady who works there if she would by chance know where the port wines might be. I was all excited buying truffles for Christmas and wanted the wine to go with them. She called another employee to come and help me but I said that was fine and just started looking and thanked her.
Another employee came down and pointed at the lady in front of me in the aisle and said "Port?" I immediately spoke up and said yes and moved toward him to avoid confusion. I noticed a look from this older lady as I moved passed her. I was dressed like I usually am and she really looked me up and down.
NOW LET ME CLARIFY, I WAS NOT ABRUPT, RUDE OR EVEN FORWARD!
It turns out we were standing right at the ports, which is why I didn't want help, so I apologized for taking his time.
At this point I realize the lady he pointed at also had a question. I only discovered that because she made a comment about her time not being nearly as valuable.
I let it go and continued looking. Then this older gentleman walked up and sort of stumbled in to her, narrow aisle, she knew him and laughed it off then she made another comment about me to him.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
THAT'S IT!
I piped up "Excuse me?" She quickly walked away......... I followed her around the corner.
"Excuse me Miss..... just so you know he came up and said PORT? He was called down that aisle to help me so if you thought I was rude you were mistaken that is all you so save your snide comments"
That passive aggressive bitch looked me up and down stopping on my knee high socks in my leather boots and said "trust me, I know who's being rude!"
I should have fucking smoked her upside the head right then but I didn't know how many of her retired church group was there and I still have to live in this community. Besides if I got banned from that Trader Joe's I have too far to travel to the next one.
I smiled at her and just turned away.............. I am still shaking!
She probably went home and after telling this story of this horrible, punk rock, Satan worshiper took a big old sigh and asked her lord and savior what this world is coming to.
Although saying that makes me just as bad so I will wish her well in my heart, maybe even say a prayer for her, and let it go.
If anyone reading this thinks I could have done anything to deserve it FUCK YOU TO! You are her.
But this has been bubbling in me for a long time. So that's my back story and here is the rant!
CITIZENS OF THE WORLD UNITE!
DEFY ALL PREJUDICE AND STAND UP FOR BASIC HUMAN DECENCY NO MATTER HOW SMALL AN INJUSTICE!
TELL THAT PERSON THAT WAS UNKIND JUST THAT AND STARE THEM IN THE EYE WHEN YOU CONFRONT IT!
IF A CAR DOES NOT YIELD TO A PEDESTRIAN DO THEY NOT BLEED?
IT IS NOT ABOUT BEING RIGHT.... IT IS ABOUT BEING TREATED UNKIND BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST ANOTHER STRANGER! STOP THAT RIGHT HERE AND RIGHT NOW!
THE NEXT TIME YOU CUT SOMEONE OFF, YOUR MOTHER SAW YOU DO IT, OR IT WAS HER BEING FORCED TO LET YOU IN!
I JUST WANT COMMON DECENCY AND I WILL FIGHT FOR IT!
PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND HELP GET THIS MESSAGE OUT THERE SO THE ENTIRE WORLD WILL HEAR IT!
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Demo Before
Please follow this story. For any of you that have been to see us you know the mall across the street. This is the last day of demolition as the wall we have stared at for too long. I caught the hole thing so follow my condensed story. For more pics go to my flikr account.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Another Quarter
I am hoping to update a little more. I am starting another quarter. My drawing class and photography.... hmmmm, NAILED IT! I got a GPA of 4.0 right now. Can't be more excited
My Photog class was BW on real film. I have finally bonded with the 35mm slr Ian bought me all those years ago. My instructor was very happy with my eye, my lab work and final projects.
My instructor was a latino Louis Black, he started most rants waving his arms slightly trying to gesture while saying "My therapist tells me to just come out and say what bothers me, so here's the thing".
This mainly had to do with students phones beeping, trio's used in a dark room while we watch an instructional video, and people leaving while he talked. He always threatened to have a serious lecture on student etiquette and yet fit at least one rant in every lecture.
I loved my drawing class but thought I wasn't progressing very far with my B+ on an A effort. I learned a ton but she was giving A's to work she liked which could be handed in a month late. Yet I spent twice the time on my projects and only one A. I was never late or absent. I handed everything in when it was due and poured my heart in to it.
I was translating her response to me as negative and thought I wasn't getting it. Then last day she gives me an A and says I put in so much work and came so far and was one of the most improved. RRR? I felt that way and finally had it validated.
It was funny because I was awed by some of the raw talent by the other students and was convinced I sucked. At the end I looked at one student I idolized and I surpassed her abilities. Our final project was a self-portrait and I was very happy with mine.
Blocking it out is so hard but crucial. Measure twice, stroke once and start light (START LIGHT) which was the hardest thing for me. The magic happens a little after the details fade in. Finding the shape of that one shadow, seeing it and making your hand duplicate it. It is so cool when it "comes to life". From that point time fades and the roll takes over. I am done with a drawing when it says and I step back a couple of feet and go "That's it".
That is my school adventure in a nut shell. PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU'VE STOPPED BY.
My Photog class was BW on real film. I have finally bonded with the 35mm slr Ian bought me all those years ago. My instructor was very happy with my eye, my lab work and final projects.
My instructor was a latino Louis Black, he started most rants waving his arms slightly trying to gesture while saying "My therapist tells me to just come out and say what bothers me, so here's the thing".
This mainly had to do with students phones beeping, trio's used in a dark room while we watch an instructional video, and people leaving while he talked. He always threatened to have a serious lecture on student etiquette and yet fit at least one rant in every lecture.
I loved my drawing class but thought I wasn't progressing very far with my B+ on an A effort. I learned a ton but she was giving A's to work she liked which could be handed in a month late. Yet I spent twice the time on my projects and only one A. I was never late or absent. I handed everything in when it was due and poured my heart in to it.
I was translating her response to me as negative and thought I wasn't getting it. Then last day she gives me an A and says I put in so much work and came so far and was one of the most improved. RRR? I felt that way and finally had it validated.
It was funny because I was awed by some of the raw talent by the other students and was convinced I sucked. At the end I looked at one student I idolized and I surpassed her abilities. Our final project was a self-portrait and I was very happy with mine.
Blocking it out is so hard but crucial. Measure twice, stroke once and start light (START LIGHT) which was the hardest thing for me. The magic happens a little after the details fade in. Finding the shape of that one shadow, seeing it and making your hand duplicate it. It is so cool when it "comes to life". From that point time fades and the roll takes over. I am done with a drawing when it says and I step back a couple of feet and go "That's it".
That is my school adventure in a nut shell. PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU'VE STOPPED BY.
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