Friday, April 9, 2010

Because I can.

Brought to you by my cameraphone (that means this is a really poor quality photo) I give you: Alice, falling down the rabbit hole: IN PROGRESS! (that means that I'm not done with this painting yet.)

Because I felt like it.

The end.

The passage illustrated:

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled 'ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

I need more space!

I JUST BARELY did this illustration, and nobody else has critiqued it or looked at it or ANYTHING... so I'll probably come back to this and see some horribly glaring error, but ah well. I haven't put much up on this blog in awhile since mostly I've been working traditionally, and I don't have a decent camera for taking pictures, so I just wanted to put this up for you all to see.

This was our most recent assignment in my Narrative class. We were each given a copy of today's New York Times and told to choose an article, any article, and do a black-and-white spot illustration for it. The article I chose was about a couple who were both writers, but they only had room for one of them to have office space to write in, which they decided that the husband needed more. Therefore, the wife had to squish herself into the living room in order to write, before they had an interior designer come help them arrange and decorate their apartment. Most of the article was about the whole interior design bit, but I chose to focus on the beginning.