Everyday

Everyday: Day 17

in

Day 17 - This is based off an old assignment from my college creative writing class. One sentence is given, the second sentence is done, and then a week or so later (or one day) you write what would be the first paragraph of a story. 

Are these thoughts my own, or are they just words written on a screen?  Because lately, I feel like a robot that is repeating the thoughts and words of someone else. Which would make a lot of sense. I don’t even remember the last time I could articulate my thoughts into speech. They always seem to come out different than what I had originally thought.

Everyday: Day 16

in

Day 16 - I know this is still cheating, but yesterday made me want to post this! Check out this short video I made during my Junior Year at the Minneapolis College of Art and Design. 

I remember that the assignment had us a pick a period of art and make a video inspired by it. I picked the Surrealist art period with a mix of Freud, fear of nightmares, and the opening credits to American Horror Story.

Everyday: Day 15

in

Day 15 - Doing this every day is really reminding me of school. So I have been digging around in my old computer files from classes and I am just loving the reminders of things forgotten and that I don't have to do millions of hours of homework anymore! #Grateful. Ha

Then I began to wonder, do people even realize how detailed into bones and muscles artists have to study? It has been my experience that people do know that there are figure drawing classes with nude models and that you have to draw skeletons. Anyways, I found these studies in my folders and thought they were really beautiful. I know this is cheating but I am pretty swamped with things to do today, I hope you enjoy them - 

Everyday: Day 13

in

Day 13 - This is based off an old assignment from my college creative writing class. One sentence is given, the second sentence is done, and then a week or so later (or one day) you write what would be the first paragraph of a story. 

The night is young and the sky is bare, it is the perfect evening for mischief.  I throw my backpack over the fence and hoped that no one else saw it as I threw myself after it. Landing on cement is always hard on the ankles. I give myself a moment to feel the pain before I push it behind me and move on. I have a lot more pressing matters to take care of.

Everyday: Day 11

in

Day 11 - Today I drew a design for the best dog harness ever. I want this harness to be real! As a dog mom, it definitely has everything that I would want it to have for the safety and comfort of my dog. I thought about posting it on here, but I decided not to because I think I should look into what I need to do in order to have this produced. So instead, here is a great affirmation:

 

I am the consciousness of success,

attracting success - -  

Everyday: Day 9

in

Day 9 - I took this picture of Jake a month or so ago and the way he was smiling while tilting his head just reminded me of the laughing hard emoji. So I flipped the image in photoshop and drew it out with some quick shading... made me laugh!

Everyday: Day 8

in

Day 8 - Halloween is just around the Elm Street corner and I am so excited. Definitely my favorite time of the year! Sweater weather, bonfires, fall leaves and Halloween. It is pretty sad to see summer go but I love Minnesota in the fall and having a Friday the 13th during October this year is just a cherry on top of the Halloween Lover's Fall. So here is a pattern with a Halloween theme, probably more to come as well!

Everyday: Day 7

in

Day 7 - This is based off an old assignment from my college creative writing class. One sentence is given, the second sentence is done, and then a week or so later (or one day) you write what would be the first paragraph of a story. 

Beware of everything for everything is trying to kill you. Fear it and you may as well die. That is the first lesson you learn when growing up here. I have seen is happen over and over again. Countless times I have held friends in my arms as they take their last breath. There is no room for fear. And I am beginning to learn that there is no room for sorrow either.

Everyday: Day 6

in

Day 6 - This is based off an old assignment from my college creative writing class. One sentence is given, the second sentence is done, and then a week or so later (or one day) you write what would be the first paragraph of a story.

“You’re full of the energy, I can see the future of our coven’s survival because of you.  You will be the greatest of us all. “ Those words repeated over and over in my head as I struggled with the idea of killing the woman who said it. She had betrayed us all. She had left us all to burn and now I was holding her life in my hands. Literally. My hands are currently around her neck and she is gasping for air. I have to remind myself, either she dies now or we die tomorrow.

Everyday: Day 4

in

Day 4 - I have become pretty addicted to this. (please refer to day 2) I find the creativity this requires really opens my mind to so much that I haven't felt in a long time. I miss that community of artists.. that world of art that is created while going to school with all artists. I hope to find it again one day.

Where is my mind? I cannot seem to contain it. It is an ever-fleeting object that I cannot seem to hold. It liquefies through my figure tips and reforms on the floor before it takes off on another journey. Where is my mind? I cannot seem to contain it. It is an unknown substance that does not want to be held back from the possibilities of existence. 

Everyday: Day 2

in

Day 2 - I often think that a creative person should experience as many or all forms of art, including writing. This is based off an old assignment from my college creative writing class. One sentence is given, the second sentence is done, and then a week or so later (or one day) you write what would be the first paragraph of a story. 

Our escape is written in stone, we will survive. There are no other thoughts that I am allowing myself to have. These very words might just save our lives or at least mine. I have to repeatedly remind myself that we will survive. I am the only one who has the inner strength to keep going at this point. The others will soon have a psychological break and then our demise will be up to the Gods. Who have so obviously made it clear that they have not been on my side lately. Our escape is written in stone, we will survive.

Everyday

in

Or every other day. Let us see how it goes! 

My plan is to do a "sketch" a day. Whether that is a drawing, doodle, a completed illustration, an art with nature piece, a paragraph, or a chapter of a story, I am challenging myself to do one a day.

Today is Day 1. This image is a small drawing that I did to re-introduce watercolor to myself. Lately, I have been pretty focused on physical objects, pieces of nature and tissue paper as my instruments of art. 

 

52563980603__5706B120-59F0-4DAA-B1C9-6C119FBD9D79.JPG.jpeg