I can literally count on one hand the amount of times I’ve painted from life. Even if I was missing a few fingers, I’d still be able to do it on one hand. I always said it was because there’s too much to carry, and it’s kind of inconvenient, but really I’m just a huge baby and drawing is more fun because it’s something I know I can do. There’s really no pressure at all.
So today I decided to get out of my comfort zone, finally, and I painted in the park. And it was totally fun, and kind of scary, but I learned a lot and I guess that’s the whole point. And I’m hoping that sometime in the relatively near future I’ll need more than one hand to count how many times I’ve painted from life. Maybe I’ll need to get an extra hand, or start using my feet…
But really, I just want to be able to pick up a paintbrush and feel as confident as I do with a pencil. So here’s to moving forward, and becoming a better artist instead of just a scared one!
Hi, guys! I painted something in color! Traditionally! And it didn’t come out muddy!
So, as I love to mention, I’ve been interning at Penguin Random House all summer. Recently the company launched its internal website-thingy called Igloo (cause, it’s like, a random penguin house, GET IT? HAH), which uses employee’s artwork as the banner! How cool is that?
The only requirement is that it relates, somehow, to publishing. So this illustration is about the adventures that kids go on when they read. Not necessarily where they go physically, but like, mentally. In their imagination. You know.
I’ll take a screenshot when it actually goes up as a banner, just because I’m so excited and need to share it with the WORLD. And because only employees of Penguin Random House will actually be able to see it…
Another page from my book. This one’s about my dog sunbathing while we swam in the pool, because she hated getting wet. We’d always try to splash her but she’d plant herself at the back of the deck so we couldn’t reach. Then when we weren’t looking, she’d come to the edge and drink from the puddles!
Every time my mom gave her a bath, she’d run outside and dart up the stairs to the deck, then wait for us to open the gate. She loved sitting up there in the sun.
Watercolor/colored pencil + some tinkering in photoshop.
Michelle, stop painting so many dogs! Especially really creepy ones!
My mom snatched this up as soon as I finished it (oh, mom) and it’s been awkwardly hanging in her office ever since. I’m not sure how I feel about the final piece, but I learned so much while painting it that I don’t particularly care. It was also my first time painting something so texture-heavy, so it was a great challenge, and I can officially add fur/hair to the List of Things I Can Paint.
I spent a lot of time resisting paint, and my biggest struggle through college was finding a medium that I could not only use well, but one that didn’t send me spiraling into a panic attack. A professor during my Bachelors basically just told me to pick up a damn paint brush already, and I’ve basically been painting ever since. Thanks, Professor Velasquez!