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Animation Practice

2015-05-04 08:47:37 by themonsterghost

After all these years, I'm finally going to try my hand at animation. It will probably take me a good while to find my own style or get any good at it but... Let's see what happens.


2013-09-27 06:19:18 by themonsterghost

I've been in Canada for a couple months and I'm starting to really like it here. I am considering what it would be like to live here... It's awfully nice. And peoples' ideas of what 'the sketchy part of town' is makes me giggle. That's what happens when you've been to the westside of Chicago, I suppose. Everything else seems pretty tame. Except maybe the Greyhound station in Detroit. Haha, just kidding. That's probably the only place in Detroit I feel safe.

Anyway. I've been on a soft grunge high. I apologize for the... soft grunge... I have only uploaded one drawing so far that reflects this growing interest but I can assure you that it is slowly taking over my life. I especially like to dress men in soft grunge since it's kinda funny... not really seen as much. Or maybe this is a thing people don't even know about and I've just been spending too much time on Tumblr...?

I'll try and draw a nice monster or something soon to make up for it. Pinky swears. Winky face. In the meantime, here's a doodle I did in paintchat. Anyone actually read this far that have any opinions on women with half-shaved heads? I'm surprised by the hate I've seen the style get and also discouraged since I once had my hair done similarly. But yeah, I'm curious. Anyone think it's cool? Terrible? Hilarious?


life is good

2013-02-20 06:28:44 by themonsterghost

Been a while, hasn't it? Haha, not that it matters, really. But I hope if you're here and you're reading this that life is treating you well. If not, kick its ass and tell it I sent you.

It's past five in the morning and I haven't had a wink of sleep but I'm still wide awake. Class is in three hours and it takes me an hour to get there. You'd think this would be a terrible thing but I'm feeling pretty good. Got my class project out of the way and I'm in love and shit's just going pretty well. Mmn, of maybe it's not but I'm just... not stressing about things like I used to. I think that's it. I mean, things can always be better, right? And things can always be worse! So I don't know. I'm not stressing over it. Not yet!

Been drawing a lot but nothing worth posting. Meh! :)


2012-09-10 15:52:59 by themonsterghost

To summarize my last post, school just started and none of my classes are helping me feel like I'm contributing to my major, which is Illustration. This sucks.

In other news, whatever shit I do end up finishing and I think looks nice, I'll go ahead and share on here. Thanks for checkin it out, peace.


Major Classes

2012-09-09 22:06:14 by themonsterghost

So I started school again. It's my first semester at my third college and hopefully I will graduate from here! But I'm having some trouble staying motivated when almost none of my classes have revealed themselves to be related to my major, which is Illustration. I have photography for one thing and despite what I was lead to believe, we basically DO have to own our own super-expensive camera. It's kind of ridiculous, I mean, why would the school even bother telling me otherwise? It's not like they sell cameras, like they could profit out of tricking me. I'd easily have taken another class. But no! They want to watch me suffer. I guess I'll go ahead and get that amateur faux-fessional canon and try to convince myself it was worth starving this month.

Next I have History of Communication Design. Not only is this more of a graphic-design centered class, it's history and it's boring as fuck. And it doesn't even count as a history credit even though the class starts with the fuckin word 'History,' capital 'H' and everything cause that is a proper fucking noun. It's total snoresville but at least my teacher is pretty chill even though he sounds a bit like Dracula. Later that day I have Creative Non-Fiction, which obviously has nothing NOTHING to do with illustration. The only reason I have to take this class is because I was too-qualified to take a regular english 1 and 2 like the rest of the kids in my major. This is FINE but I'm the only illustration major in there. It's shocking to be surrounded by people who keep you challenging yourself and then suddenly, in the same environment, be surrounded by people who feed me the old 'I can't even draw a stick figure' line. The saving point of this class, and the reason why I chose it out of the other higher-level english classes, is because you get to illustrate a graphic memoir. I can incorporate my skills but that's hardly going to be what I'm graded on.

NEXT we have INTRO TO GRAPHIC DESIGN which is shaping up to be exactly like my typography class meets my digital illustration class, both of which I HATED. I mean, god, TYPOGRAPHY? Sorry for you type lovers but I really fuckin hate working with type like this. I'm more of a 60s, 70s type illustrator where the words are hard to read but incorporate themselves into the design. This was a skill I learned in my intermediate drawing class. Oh, and let's not even get into the fact that this is a GRAPHIC. DESIGN. CLASS. I didn't major in that for a reason augh. My other classes are easily teaching me the skills I could take from this class as it is. It's such a waste of time...

Finally, we top it off with the fundamentals of 3-D design. Shoot me please, I am 3-D challenged. We're going to have to make sculptures and I just want to rip my face off. I loved painting and drawing... I want to draw more naked people or learn how to design a building instead of a poster. I don't want to make a six-foot, free standing tower out of 3x1.5 inch pieces of carolina board.

Also, I'd like to point out that I'm coming from a school that did quarters into a school that does semesters. Talk about this DRAGGING ONNNNNN. Shit in a fuckin' bread basket man, choke me with a rake.

Losing Friends

2012-08-15 22:41:58 by themonsterghost

Life is hard.


2012-07-11 10:39:19 by themonsterghost

So I am transferring to Columbia College by the end of this month. At least, I hope to be. As long as my transcripts decide to send, I should be good.

I'm really looking forward to this experience. I've been living in Chicago for a year now and it's been the most wonderful, the most awful, learning experience of my life. I really am in love with this city, although I grew up on a countryside. My family thinks I'm crazy since most of them grew up in the middle-of-nowhere Oklahoma and haven't even seen New York City.

I'll be majoring in Illustration. Not something most Columbia alumni are known for but I really value the chance to be able to take other classes such as an acting or vocal class, just to get it out of my system or maybe to even fuel an otherwise unknown fire. All in due time.

If you're looking for a pretty badass art college and you wanna live in the Chicago area, I highly recommend looking into it. It's cheaper than a private school and yet way better. Trust me, I know.

Chicago is Melting

2012-03-06 19:34:25 by themonsterghost

Just kidding. Not really. It's fucking gorgeous outside. And it looks like it's gonna stay that way for the rest of the week at least. Pretty mild winter but I'm glad it's ending regardless! Aaand with the end of winter comes the end of the winter quarter. I'll be moving on to the SPRING QUARTER where I will have class on a FRIDAY. Not looking forward to that. >:(

So speaking of Chicago, locals may know about the dye bomb incident that happened a couple days ago. Ended on kind of a laugh. But not really; not for me. What the news didn't really mention that day was the, I'm guessing, suicide that happened later that day. My roommates and I were on the red line heading south when the train suddenly lurched forward as the conductor slammed the breaks. There was a quiet murmur and nervous laughter in our car. People began to bring up the dye bomb incident, wondering if something similar happened in another car. But no; it didn't turn out as clean and it was far from funny. But I guess I was kind of annoyed more than anything because that kind of suicide is just so selfish to me. Making a mess of yourself and traumatizing the conductor, just doing her job, and making a ton of people late, as well as have to walk to another train stop in the cold rain that was falling that day. That's not to mention the loved ones they might have left behind. Later that night I read that they didn't take him to the hospital. I said, "That's a nice way of putting it."

The most peculiar thing about this whole thing though... A couple weeks ago I spotted a man in the subway as my train was taking off towards the next stop. He was so interesting looking that he immediately caught my attention; long dreads, a huge hat, and a hand-made looking pancho. I planned on drawing him but never got around to it. I, of course, figured I would never see him again.

Jump forward to when I was getting shuffled along with the entire subway back to the surface after the accident. The group is moving slow because everyone wants to inspect the front of the train, to see if there's a mess of blood on the window. I admit my own curiosity and I held up my fair share of people trying to catch a glimpse over the shoulders of the CTA workers. But I nearly forgot about the possible gore when who do I see standing near a corner, apart from the group being pushed along up the stairs, but the man with the long dreads and big hat and hand-made pancho? He didn't notice me, not that he did as I passed him in a moving train beforehand either, but I was so ecstatic! I tried to tell my roommates to look at him, because I'd mentioned him before. I kept grabbing them and pointing and saying, "That's him! That's the guy I told you about!" They nodded, yes yes, but as we boarded another train and I brought it up again, they admitted to not actually looking at him; they were too busy trying to spot guts on the front of the train.

It's so strange. Once more I feel like I will never see him again. But I hope I do and I hope he's not bothered by a short white girl trying to strike conversation. I guess the only thing I'd be able to talk about is the suicide, or was it?, of a faceless man. I'm sure I'll figure something out if the time comes.

Here's to peace and love and life. I hope anyone reading this is doing well or at least well enough to continue living for another day. Even if you're just doing it out of courtesy, knowing that someone would have to clean up after you, I hope you can find a reason to keep going. There might be someone who saw you on a passing train and is waiting for the day you'll meet up again. I mean, my guy was wearing the same thing for at least a week; he was probably a hobo or something! And for some reason, I can't shake this desire to say hello. So you never know!


Chicago is Melting

art school

2011-09-08 04:52:08 by themonsterghost

Going to art school in art city with art roommates. Good times! Busy times.

art school

new new new new new

2011-06-12 22:11:14 by themonsterghost

My tablet is broken foreverrr. I need a new tablet. I need a new scanner. I need a new laptop. I need a new camera. I need a new microphone. I neeeeedddd ittttt!

How have you all been bluh I don't even know any of you. Maybe like... one of you. Jesus Christ I'm so lonely without my tablet...

Oh, also I'm moving. Horray! College! Umm... to hold you over, here's a picture I drew years ago. Pretty sure I did it with a mouse... Maybe. whatevs. It's old. Check it out. I'll redo it one day and we can all have fun comparing the two.

new new new new new