Today's post will be more of an explanation as to why I drew or illustrated this piece of artwork. I will always show the piece in the blog. In the future, I will leave a link to my online portfolio, where I will slowly add my work.
Today's piece will be:
In your hands was a massive art piece I did in high school senior year. It was to be one of my physical pieces that are was meant to be in the art show. Its a cardboard piece that took up a few of my study halls. I started with this piece because I am a "Save the earth." person. I say that in quotes because school makes it hard to try to become eco friendly. Better yet society makes it hard.
Gasline contains over 100 forms of chemicals and we see about a hundred cars on the road by a minute. I own no car because I do not have my permit yet, But if I did I use the car to go long-distance or even to the grocery store. I personally love to walk even if my feet are sore by the time I get back home(unless its winter).
The first time I came up with this idea for the painting was when I traced my hand on a piece of paper because I was bored and alone. In high school, I didn't have friends where I could really sit and talk to. I usually felt weirded out by the people because I couldn't trust anyone. I never told them that, I even on some days distanced myself because anxiety was slowly creeping up. I always thought someone was looking at me when I'm in the lunchroom or hallway. I get easily frustrated in class when I'm working alone with no one to talk to. I would even doodle on the work and turn in the paper with the small scribbles and circles on the corner of the pages. And on this one day, I chose to trace my hand on paper. I was always an over-thinker when it came to art or design. I thought of a way I could make this hand, my hand, stand out or even be apart of something big.
The hand started off as different shades of colors to represent skin tones, But I thought of that to be a little racial and I didn't want to deal with back lace or even me being racist. Better yet, Someone tries to sue me because they feel offensive, I wasn't taking a risk at all. That idea went into the trash, Literally. I started over with my hand on the paper. I went towards something that made love colors, gradients.
I love to mix colors together and blend them, I thought if I did a space like a theme, It would be so pretty, I would make a gradient of black, purples, pinks, some white, and blues. So I started to color in small squares different gradients and looks. I didn't like any of them, I thought they were all organized and neat. I wanted to go for not organized or neat. I went with the flow on the background, I threw on colors I originally planned on doing. I blended some, I left some unblended. That started because of my anxiety. At the time, I was inside a classroom where a class was being kept, but since I had a study hall, I took the time to do art. The kids in the class would look at me, and I found it rather annoying.
I tried to overcome the feeling by thinking about random things in my head, those didn't work. I threw colors on the massive piece of board in front of me and blended as I rushed to finish. When I was done. I was shocked. I hated the look, I wanted to start over but it was too late for that. I spent about 3 hours of study halls on this background and I wasn't going to make it waste.