The Incomplete Artistic Endeavors of a Gen Xer

Art Challenge Origin of a Facebook Quiz

Inspired by the image below. Claire's girl for who?

F igure 1. Chiropractic Man. Kelly Myers, Drawing with Illustrator/Photoshop, 2009      I become a cosmopolitan being when logging on to the Internet. In only a few minutes, I can sort out the latest world news, fashion, or entertainment. Not only can I be my own worldly informant, but an arm chair diagnostic specialist as well. It is now so easy to be an advocate for my own health. Furthermore, I can carefully select my own consumer goods, higher education or anything of interest through Internet research. Also, as a member of a growing global community, I can add a word about anything on the heels of anyone famous or unknown, and on any subject or in almost any language. Exchanging ideas with friends across the world, is now an instant and every day activity. I am a true cosmopolitan woman, from my own studio apartment. I take this new life rather seriously.       It is through our collective new habits that trends form. With the help of mediascapes...

To drag my point even further into the ground, I conducted a little experiment. The figures in the top sketch are outlined from two photographs. The outlines were pretty basic and I filled in the rest with my imagination. However, what I find very interesting is that all of the markings on the drawing are edits from a tutor. The corrections are purely from his imagination. My point is, when a figure is reference in action from a photo, it will seldom look "correct". This is my main beef with this type of work. Perhaps it's like the Greeks who on purpose, made the lines of the columns not straight in order to look straight. People really don't look 'right' in photos, especially action photos.

Yes, the art of the thumb nail. Drawing numerous pieces of paper, for several hours, knowing that only one, if one will be the idea to evolve into 'the idea'. Perspective doesn't work, in my opinion. Printing out a photograph and applying the rules of perspective on top of that photo will tell you this right away. Yet, schools continue to teach the rules of perspective, because, they 'look' like they work. All resistance aside, just for a moment, I am becoming fond of wasting my time like this. I am perfectly engaged in the use of my tools. The pencils are diminishing, the pad of 100% cotton papers cycling through my hands and right into the recycling paper bin...it's like Zen really. Or wait, is that the opposite of Zen? The creation of nothingness, is that even possible?

            T his is discustiing. When I took them, I thought it might be interesting. I usually photo what I like, not what I don't. My nose was curled, and my breath held, it's a whole floor of stuffed birds, so it's bound to be pretty discusting. My first semester back to HSU, I had a class in this building. It's three stories and has various stuffed animals (not the cute kind) through out. My professor was totally annoyed having to walk through the halls to get to the classroom as were many students. Some felt it was some sick irony that Federal Indian Law would be housed in the Wildlife Building. Luckily it was only one course. Yet that was enough for me to attempt this series of photos and convey my contempt.

O kay, I admit to getting carried away with that title. I love this photo for four reasons. The flag is/was erected on a building by a newspaper that just 'did me wrong' and others as well and is now no longer circulating. Next, the pampas grass which is an invasive plant and is not indigenous  to this biome. Finally, the barbed wire and the looming stormy sky.

O nce upon a time, while walking on Cambridge street in London...I happened to stumble on the house where Aubrey Beardsley lived. This page shows the address and this church, St. Gabriel's which is across the street and the first thing Aubrey saw everyday he looked out his window or stepped out for some fresh, um, London air. I sat on his steps until 'me bum hurt' and then skipped off. I love Beardsley.

T he latest assignment for graphic design is a tea box and tea bag. Here is my sketch that was deemed "too offensive" to work on. The instructor suggested something that "you would see on the shelf at Wildberries ". This suggestion deflated my enthusiam in trying to achieve a visual paradox. Also, I am now roaming around in the land of uncertainty, questioning the very source of inspiration for this idea. Which can be boiled down to man love and Republican tea struggles. The idea has not been totally abandoned. I have reduced the hot topic to "Men's Tea" and I am now looking for "handsome" packaging ideas. However, the tea maker will most certainly be, T. Bauger, Inc.