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I love Gustav's idea with the angels..could below be devil critters? Devil rats? with little fires and pitchforks? I think the type needs to go in a circle..bassetlover better tell me if she likes this or not so i know if i am to continue on this line or think of something else. I looked at the ViewForth site..what kind of logo did you have in mind? just a symbol or something more elaborate?
Gustav I do not have a single solitary person to share being an artist with..no one that will show me their drawings and let me celebrate in their progress and successes. This forum has meant so much to me on so many levels..i get to talk dogs..which bores my family to tears...they just didn't get Victor's headrush at all...they just roll their eyes..and when it comes to art..after i left school that was it..just me and the customer.
Here i have Tiger's eyes and lion's expressions, zues's little grin and your cat's elegant face all in my memory to enjoy over and over again. YOur little dog with his tippy ear truly made my day. Basset's lovers lovely horses with the veins coursing the life thru their faces..and a precious dobe with well planted feet and tapered body. Cecil's detail and work of simple colours to produce the whole spectrum..my challange..and a fresh dalmation that makes me think of bright may mornings and clean fresh sheets on the line.. All of them are precious to me and it would break my heart if you didn't post anymore. I felt so sad when i went to the doc this morning..on the drive there i thought i had done a terrible thing...thanks for coming back.
My art teacher once said a class is not an empty vessel for a teacher to fill up..but a group of people with similar interests all learning in the same direction..all learning from each other. that was Kate Russell from the Royal academy of Art in England. I had her for my very first class at the art institute. It was a typography class..and the assignment was to place a letter in a pleasing spot on the page..sounded simple enough. i cut one out of construction paper and took it in. Every one else ..and i mean every one else had a letter that was glossy and sleek..press type blown up and reproduced in expensive paper. I was the only junior in a class of seniors (i had transferred in so i didn't go thru foundations) so there was my "piece" looking like jr high in a group of near college graduates. I stood up when it was time..by now i can barely talk..took my piece off the wall wadded it up and dropped it in the trash..i said to the teacher and my classmates that they would never see anything like that again. After the class was over i couldn't hold the tears back anymore and i asked Kate Russel if belonged in this school at all..she didn't say yes..she said bring your drawings into school before class tomorrow. I sobbed most of that night..i just knew she was going to say i wasn't good enough. The next morning she studied my work and said "you are going to be an excellent illustrator but you are going to have to work like hell to get there" and i did..my grades went from a d- (and that was kind of her) up grade by grade until the end of the semester if finished with 6 straight a's. when i started i felt more like a hick missouri girl from backwoods half acre..it was awful. I lived in the library learning all that i had never been exposed to. The people i was going to school with had private art lessons since they were toddlers..i had never done a pastel, or oil or watercolor and i had one of those assigned each day. I was supppose to already have a handle on all of the mediums.
Since i left school i draw about 3 hours a day and sometimes paint for up to 12. That is a ton of practice and i am still making improvements..working on my weaknesses and getting that wonderful high that comes from developing a stronger skill level.
The absolute best thing about being an artist is it never gets worse..never ever..you learn from each and everything you do. The most important thing is that it makes you happy and if it does that..it will make others happy to.o.
Gustav I do not have a single solitary person to share being an artist with..no one that will show me their drawings and let me celebrate in their progress and successes. This forum has meant so much to me on so many levels..i get to talk dogs..which bores my family to tears...they just didn't get Victor's headrush at all...they just roll their eyes..and when it comes to art..after i left school that was it..just me and the customer.
Here i have Tiger's eyes and lion's expressions, zues's little grin and your cat's elegant face all in my memory to enjoy over and over again. YOur little dog with his tippy ear truly made my day. Basset's lovers lovely horses with the veins coursing the life thru their faces..and a precious dobe with well planted feet and tapered body. Cecil's detail and work of simple colours to produce the whole spectrum..my challange..and a fresh dalmation that makes me think of bright may mornings and clean fresh sheets on the line.. All of them are precious to me and it would break my heart if you didn't post anymore. I felt so sad when i went to the doc this morning..on the drive there i thought i had done a terrible thing...thanks for coming back.
My art teacher once said a class is not an empty vessel for a teacher to fill up..but a group of people with similar interests all learning in the same direction..all learning from each other. that was Kate Russell from the Royal academy of Art in England. I had her for my very first class at the art institute. It was a typography class..and the assignment was to place a letter in a pleasing spot on the page..sounded simple enough. i cut one out of construction paper and took it in. Every one else ..and i mean every one else had a letter that was glossy and sleek..press type blown up and reproduced in expensive paper. I was the only junior in a class of seniors (i had transferred in so i didn't go thru foundations) so there was my "piece" looking like jr high in a group of near college graduates. I stood up when it was time..by now i can barely talk..took my piece off the wall wadded it up and dropped it in the trash..i said to the teacher and my classmates that they would never see anything like that again. After the class was over i couldn't hold the tears back anymore and i asked Kate Russel if belonged in this school at all..she didn't say yes..she said bring your drawings into school before class tomorrow. I sobbed most of that night..i just knew she was going to say i wasn't good enough. The next morning she studied my work and said "you are going to be an excellent illustrator but you are going to have to work like hell to get there" and i did..my grades went from a d- (and that was kind of her) up grade by grade until the end of the semester if finished with 6 straight a's. when i started i felt more like a hick missouri girl from backwoods half acre..it was awful. I lived in the library learning all that i had never been exposed to. The people i was going to school with had private art lessons since they were toddlers..i had never done a pastel, or oil or watercolor and i had one of those assigned each day. I was supppose to already have a handle on all of the mediums.
Since i left school i draw about 3 hours a day and sometimes paint for up to 12. That is a ton of practice and i am still making improvements..working on my weaknesses and getting that wonderful high that comes from developing a stronger skill level.
The absolute best thing about being an artist is it never gets worse..never ever..you learn from each and everything you do. The most important thing is that it makes you happy and if it does that..it will make others happy to.o.