Artwork
tidbits of my heart and mind, like little puzzle pieces.
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The picture Uncle Will sent to me via iMessage on November 22nd, 2019
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January 2020 : Prisma SoftCore Color Pencils and my grandparents' house
My most recent completed piece. This one was for my Uncle Will. He went duck hunting with his buddy, Jake (pictured). My art teacher told me he looked cartoon-ish and that I could do better, and I told her it was because he isn't actually real. She didn't find my response amusing.
I wanted to submit this piece to the Dr. Mari Jon Filla Student Art Exhibit - "A Man's Best Friend" competition in Houston. Darn COVID-19 got in my way. Maybe I should've drawn Jake with a mask for historical accuracy.
This artwork is now hanging up in the dining room of Uncle Will's house. He thought it was funny that he made me draw the "naked lady on the front of the boat" (also pictured) for a class project. She doesn't have a name, and ironically enough, actually isn't real. My art teacher didn't seem to notice that part of the drawing, but she still had issues with Jake's cartoony face. Well, I forgot that teacher's name anyways.
Poor Jakey. We still love you. You're a good duck hunter.
My muse, my little sister, Ashlynn.
To know her is to love her.
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November 2019 : Graphite, chalk, and
3 erasers. Also love.
I drew her big eyes first. She was two years old in this picture, a silly kid, and a lover of donuts (still is). This one was submitted to the regional Scholastic Art and Writing Contest, where I won the Gold Key and proceeded to national judging. There I won a Silver Medal.
This piece is now a tad smudged and at my parent's house. I don't mind it, the purpose lies in my concept of the piece and getting to capture my little sister at an innocent age. I wanted to remember her like this, a tribute to childhood and a time where the donut in your hand is the brightest thing you can see.
She's eight years old now, speaking like a fearless leader and class president for second grade. Being the older sister, I feel like a parent sometimes. I remember meeting her for the first time and now it's almost been a decade since she came into my life.
She's my best friend and my inspiration. Ashlynn Rae.
I took this picture a few minutes ago
(May 16th, 8:53 pm).
Seems like drawings can age too.
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(This certificate only exists in digital form)
It wasn't long before I started receiving requests from my mom's friends. For my mother's coworker's father's 63rd birthday gift, I'd do just about anything.
It sounds as if I took on this project begrudgingly, but I promise it's only for the sake of humor. Truly, I was excited to create a timeless portrait, develop my skills, and receive some praise from adults. To my surprise, she paid me sixty whole dollars. Quite a hefty fortune if you'd have asked me at fourteen years old. I would credit my blooming confidence to people like her and my parents, as well as their unwavering support.
August 2018: A mechanical pencil (why?) and a portrait of a stranger from 1982, I think.
Not sure.
May 2018: White graphite! Didn't even know that existed! And a kneaded eraser, coolest thing ever. It's like Play-Doh (but an eraser)
What a concept this one was. My drawing was inverted and somehow it was easier than using normal graphite. Apparently charcoal pencils could simply be white instead of just varying levels of "gray".
This project twisted my brain in the best way possible; I was focusing on highlights rather than shadows. No contest, no friend/family request, just me and my middle school playlist and personal reflection.
I do remember that the nose of the lion was the hardest part to draw. Thank God for my Play-Doh eraser.
I drew this in my eighth grade art class with Mrs. Owen at Seven Lakes Junior High in Katy, TX. It is a picture of my little sister, Ashlynn, when she was barely a yearling. I thought she was the prettiest baby I'd ever seen, and I drew it just so we could hang it up in her room.
Mrs. Owen saw more, however, as she named it "Baby's Breath" and submitted it to our regional art competition. I won a blue ribbon: the highest rating from the judges and my first art award. Thank you, Mrs. Owen.
April 2018: Watercolor, graphite,
an eraser, and sparkly gel pens
November 2017: The same mechanical pencil, some laziness, and commission (?)
When my extended family in India saw my drawings through our Whats-App messages, I started getting personalized orders.
This one is framed in a living room somewhere in Delhi. Not sure who this lady is (it was another Google Image search). Her hair is quite pretty though... but only the braided part. I didn't care much for drawing details into the bun.
Okay, what thirteen-year-old girl didn't have a crush on Tom Holland when Spider-Man: Homecoming was released in theatres. So much so that I drew a portrait of him from a Google image search and also discovered that I was better at shading than I gave myself credit for. I guess you just need the right motivation (and the right mechanical pencil). Yet, It must be noted that I still haven't perfected my signature.
August 2017: That same 0.8 mm mechanical pencil and a gifted sketchbook.
Also Google and after-school free time.
There are many more pieces from my artistic pursuits, but these are the only records I could access at the moment. Mere papers and sketches tend to disappear between moving houses and starting college... and apparently so does my inclination to create. As you can see, it's been nearly five years since my last major project.
More to come as it unveils itself. Thank you for stopping by.
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