Art is Smart

Update on my entries for Gerard Way's '#artissmart' twitter art contest.
Here is one:

I like this one the best. 

And this one which I have worked on in class for the past two days:

This one looks better in person and I hate that. Even my paintings are not photogenic.

float on

Just finished this now. I used the program called 'FireAplaca' it is a mix of Photoshop and Paint tool SAI.

Drawing for ジェラールド

So today in the twitter verse Gerard Way asked for people to draw is twitter icon. It will be some sort of contest ish thing. Although I doubt I'd win I feel like this could be a good little project for the week.
I think I want to use a couple mediums for background but have Gerard painted (not sure if i'll use oils or acrylic).

here is his twitter icon:

so many sparkes. かわいい as hell.

High Lines and Good Times

Nice field trip on Friday, sorry I could not get to the show, had to take SATs bright and early. As far as the photography project goes I did take some pictures that I could justify with The Real, The Magic but I think for different reasons. I also took pictures not for the project that could be used for montage reasons. A lot of the pictures I took are things that if I was sitting around waiting and that was nearby it would probably spark my imagination (I felt that magic and imagination could be interchangeable). Chelsea market had some cool stuff in there, I only bought a pin that said "Name of an Obscure Band" for $1. The High Line was very beautiful, I have walked from FIT to Chelsea before and seen The High Line from afar but being up there felt like being in a little sub world. The juxtaposition is very intriguing. One thing I took a picture of there was this child sitting alone next to an empty chair talking and make noises to himself. I wonder what was going on inside his head.

Okay I need to take the time to ask DID THE ENTIRE COUNTRY OF ITALY DECIDE TO ALL COME TO NEW YORK AT ONCE? Never in my life have I heard so much Italian in one day. It was kind of nice because most the time when people are speaking foreign languages around me I have no clue what is going on but somebody near me knows. Somebody will turn to me going "oh they are talking about bathtubs". After six years of Italian class I picked up what they were saying for the most part (Grazie Signora Iaconis).

The Guggenheim was meh.
I'm ambivalent on what I saw there. In some ways I thought the Splendid Playground was kind of cool and in some ways it seem like a phot. One of the pieces there just looked like a fruit roll up to me (you know what I am talking about). I did like the room called No Country: Contemporary Art for South and Southeast Asia. One piece I liked was "What Do We Want" by Vietnamese artist, Truong Tan. It looks like this:

I like how the painting gets another dimension by adding a piece of rope. In the Guggenheim's video about No Country Tan says, "Other artists present the front of the face or the 'good' side of society, which I have a hard time seeing, but they hide the 'dark' side of society". He said the person was rope bound because at the time in Vietnam "Communism destroyed religion, morality, and tradition, and secondly did not allow art to flourish". I did buy one of the cards from the Gutai Card Machine because the machine looked cool went 'beep'.

After the Guggenhiem I returned to Neue Galarie; I have not been there since my Freshman year. Sadly only two rooms were open but I still got to see great work by Klimt and Schiele. I probably spent half the time looking at the wall full of Schiele drawings. It is this weird feeling seeing art you have seen before in books or on a computer screen and then have the real thing in front of your face. It gives me that emotion that I can't talk about because I don't know how to describe it. I was thinking wow the person who drew this has almost been dead for a hundred years now but this is still here, and still appreciated. That is what I like about art, you can leave a mark with art. I never hear about how a corporate guy from 50 years ago still impacts many day to day. I can't understand how people willingly spend their life in a cubicle. When I hear kids my age say "I want to do business when I am older" I can't help but think 'do you really want to? Are you lying to yourself in hopes of making a buck?'. Now I'm sure some people out there enjoy it, but I can't completely understand why.

After that I made my way home.

so lonely.

Don't you laugh when the hearse goes by

or you'll be the next to die!


While doodling for a few days I ended up doodle people from this one dream I had; a dream I like enough to try to continue it in day dreams. The dream was something along the lines of a girl is walking her dog in the woods at night and comes across a guy carrying glowing rods into a spaceship long story short girl almost kills him and the crew but doesn't so they have her travel space with them. At some odd point the space they have to stop and borrow something from some floating spaceship that isn't really going anywhere. They go into that spaceship and enter a hot room full of teddy bears in sunglasses going along to old exercise videos. They go to the very humid cockpit and who is sitting there?

This old, skinny, black woman wearing a bikini, smoking. She is a bit batty.

And that is where I am at now as far as artwork goes.

Today I was looking at Francis Bacon's work. Dublin born painter known for his "bold, graphic, and emotionally raw imagery". I really like his work because it releases emotion and a lot of his paintings could be considered horrifying. I like morbid and sometimes sadistic art, it is like you can hear them scream (does that may be sound like a serial killer, I feel like I'm sounding like a serial killer here). I think I'm figuring out that emotion is a big part of art for me. That is why I like faces. That is why I don't really like painting a bowl of fruit (which of course I'm very willing to do in the name of practice).
Here are some Francis Bacon paintings:

Focusing on the subject of dark matter, I have always been attracted towards it. It could very well be because I was born in Halloween season. Since I was a child I have liked that kind of stuff. I have a grim reaper that has been hanging over my bed since I was in elementary school. I loved watching shows about ghosts and supernatural beings. One book series I used to love reading over and over was Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz. You may or may not know it as 'that book with the creepy ass illustrations'. I was kind of thinking about the illustrations (done by Stephen Gammel) when looking up Francis Bacon.

this kind of art in books I read as a child

Since a lot of Francis Bacon's work looks like people who are tortured it also drew my mind to one of my favorite comics Johnny the Homicidal Maniac by Jhonen Vasquez (most known for Invader Zim). I have it if anybody would like to borrow.

Don't worry I am sane enough.