I graduate next fall and I’m taking this summer to really bring a strong body of work together. This past term has been wonderful. Not only was it the hardest, it was the most rewarding and I’m very happy about it.
Eunice San Miguel
My mind stopped.
So soon?
So, I have been missing in action here for awhile. I apologize for that. It’s the start of week 6 of 14 of this term. and things are already hectic. I’ve been working non stop, but I’m enjoying it.
I’m taking an independent study this term to focus on applying my work commercially. Last week I completed my first project.
It is a Cd cover for one of my favorite singers, Lhasa de Sela. She recently passed away due to breast cancer. She had the most amazing voice. It’s deep, sweet and thick. Her music is full of feeling, and her last cd was more poignant to me because of her passing. The Cd cover is one of those cardboard ones. I’ve still to photograph it. I will do so, and then share.
I’m really happy with how it came out. Here are some parts of it
this is the front cover:
this is the lyrics to one of my favorite songs from her
here is another, I did all the hand written type.
I feel like i’ve been sitting at my table for months. it’s all i do. This is where i am everyday.
Inventory of stuff on my desk:
plate of food, cup of tea, cup of coffee, cup of water with lemon slices, brushes, blow dryer, scissors, rubber cement, acrylic inks, acryla gouache,pencil sharpener, rubbing alcohol, chocolate chip cookies, tv remote, cell phone, pliers, pencils, pens, sketchbooks, palette…
All of these things are absolutely necessary at all times.
No More Running Away.
I finished of my sketchbook. This makes me happy for two reasons:
1. i have not finished a sketchbook so fast before. (especially since being at art center)
2. i’m happy with the work inside.
Here are some more scans of it.
These last three scans are a collaboration between Graham, Nate, myself, and some random dude at a kick back.
Qu’est ce que tu veux de moi?
today is crooked. today is bloated and cross-eyed.
i found poetry i wrote a long time ago. I have not written for years since then. the words don’t come as easy now, and don’t make as much sense as they used to. I like integrating words with my drawings, but sometimes it feels like the writing and visuals are watered down when they’re put together. so, i don’t know.
tell me what you guys think.
The boy with the fake hummingbird wings would try and exploit
his ability to fly. He’d rent his nectar off to anyone at weekly or
monthly rates. No down payments were necessary. It was all based
on a system of honor. Although random identity checks were
required by law, he never followed through. He figured that as
long as he got paid, it didn’t matter who was who. And besides, he
was never really interested in those he dealt with. People who can’t
afford their own wings are never appealing anyway.
The unasked for, The unwanted, The uncomfortable
I’ve been drawing and painting alot. I have nothing finished. I want to stop using that word for a while.
I live in my sketchbook right now.
Most of the painted bits feel very different from the drawings. Right now I’m struggling with abstracting my work, and getting away from rendering. Line work and rendering is so seductive to me, that it’s hard to break away from. I’m going to try collage and more oil painting to get out of my own head.
In the last image, the big floating head is my favorite thing right now.
Make me happy
It’s been a while since I”ve posted any work. For the past few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about art, and why we make it. For me, it makes me happy. It’s as simple as that. I love making marks on surfaces. It makes my world go round. I’ve also been thinking about some of the reasons behind some of the marks I make and why I continue to make them. It starts when you stumble upon a way of working that feels right, and gives you the result you’re looking for. This is not enough for me anymore. I want to go beyond what’s comfortable, but with out loosing myself in the process. I do not want to make other people’s art, that’s not the point. To make my own art, I really have to hone into what i want and how i want to do it. I do not know if this makes sense to anyone else here, but i feel that I’m at a turning point right now. It’s exciting.
This is something i’m working on right now. it’s a new way of working. It’s oil on canvas and it’s an experiment.
Here’s a closer look
and some detail
I hope to finish this piece tomorrow. so I will show it on wednesday.
It's going to rain this week…
Life is different when it rains; people don’t drive with their windows down, blasting their music for everyone to hear, skanky chicks are covered up, and hot chocolate is drank by all. Anyway, i guess the point is that rain makes me happy.
Something else that makes me smile is that on October 30th I’m going to have a piece in a group show. It is at a Gallery that is part of a non-profit that provides a safe educational space for kids who live in tough neighborhoods. The non-profit is called HOLA and is located near the MacArthur Park Area of East L.A. If you know Los Angeles, you know this is an area that you don’t want to walk through. The show has the theme of Day of the Dead. At first i wasn’t too thrilled about the theme, because i dont care to draw skulls or any of the symbols associated with this holiday, but I found a way to make my piece conform to the theme, while keeping it as my own. I’m happy with it, and I’m happy to be part of the show. Not only because this will be the first time my work is featured in a gallery, but also because it’s helping those kids. now, if my piece sells, that would be freaking awesome! we shall see. I forgot to scan it, so here is a shitty cell phone picture of it. The colors are washed out, a bit. imagine the greens in the background and her dress more vibrant.
oh me, oh my
i just photographed some old work i did in a drawing for illustration class last term. these are all around 5 hours each, from a live model.
i am my happiest when i get to sit and get lost in a drawing and/or painting for a few hours.
there is nothing more that i could ask for.
sometimes i feel the little hairs on my right arm stand up…
…for no reason. well, there must be a reason, but i’ve no clue to what it is…. it’s a weird feeling though, its an anticipation of something to come, but nothing does. anyway, i like that expectant feeling , and the current goal is to try to capture it. I just thought of this right now, so i haven’t started any work on it yet. here is an old piece i made. It makes me happy, and i just found the digital file, so i decided to share it here, with you guys.
here are some more sketches from the sketchbook. gotta keep busy busy busy!!
ink and smoke
la is consumed with smoke and heat right now.
it’s gross. and scary. and too close for comfort.
here’s a picture i took yesterday with my phone from baldwin hills, which is about a 20-25 miles from where the fire is in la cañada.
tomorrow I’ll be in pasadena, which is only like 4 -5 miles from the fire. the air quality is going to be horrible, but i gotta go to work. I’ll be inside all day, so im not too worried. I’ll take more pictures.
on other news, I’ve been drawing in my sketchbook alot. just drawing on location and drawing out of my head.
its fun.
