The Art of Ramona: Crunch Time!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Crunch Time!

It is mid March, which means I need to hand in my Portfolio to the animation program in about two weeks!!

That means that all the things I have been putting off drawing (like hands, feet, buildings and real life faces) must now be drawn. Here are some drawings I have been doing, though most of them are just practice for the real drawings I need to do.

In other news, I just got over being sick and it feels WONDERFUL!

I pretty much read Winnie the Pooh the whole time I was sick, which is what inspired this silly poem-

sitting

waiting

dying

crying

Crying till I'm bored no more.

Yes I know that one is depressing, but I was soo tired of being sick!

lying here, lying there

sinking in a solid chair

watching, waiting

contemplating

life inside this borish lair.

Even though they are both depressing, they were fun to write. I think at one point I made up a song about Karly (my friend in animation who was with me) preparing to die. She was a little scared, but hey, I enjoyed it!

Do you have any songs or poems you like to sing to yourself, that help you through the day (question mark)

(darn button isnt working again)

4 comments:

bloggeranonymousMarch 18, 2011 at 7:56 PM
Um "Friday" by Rebecca Black helps me get through until the weekend!
In other news... I LOVE the way you draw!!! I just seriously realized it looking at your pictures! Thank YOU Ramona!
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JKRMarch 21, 2011 at 5:13 PM
Nice work! I'm sure you'll have no problem putting together the portfolio!

I ALSO need (desperately) to work on my portrait drawing... It's something that I'm in serious need of practice of. I can cartoon-ify them okay, but when I shoot for realism in faces it fails pretty badly. Hmmm...

I think my favorite of your drawings is your cousin there in the middle. That's really well done! How long did it take you? It looks like you did an under-drawing first with shapes, is that right?
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RamonaMarch 22, 2011 at 10:31 AM
Thank you so much (both of you)! The drawing of my cousin took me maybe 15 minutes? not too long. I always draw shapes first, way easier for proportions and such. Sometimes I like to start in a different colour like blue or green and then go over it with darker pencil. :)
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MelissaMarch 22, 2011 at 11:20 PM
OHHH I really like the one of Angela! It looks great. And all the dogs are awesome.

I LOVE your second poem. I wish I came up with it because it ROCKS. Just saying.

I hope the portfolio drawing is still going well.

OMG Josh. rebecca Black, Friday? Are you KIDDING ME?!?!?!
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The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd,
because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?""I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!
"The Walrus did beseech."
A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stoodAnd waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"

"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--

Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would beA dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
"The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.