The Art of Ramona: Rebellious pencils

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Rebellious pencils

I have these days where my pencil hates me and purposely makes my drawings sub-par. Sometimes you dont want to be mean to this pencil, because it has served you well in the past and really its the only one you can find at the moment. But the little bugger has an attitude problem and likes to rebel.

That is my weird introduction to explain that for a week or so, everything that I drew did not live up to my expectations. I had lost my inspiration.

Here are some of the drawings I did on those days ( I did not put them all up cause the others were not even slightly good.)

Now you may be thinking, "those are not horrible" and I agree, but they did not feel right or live up to what I had wanted to draw.

Understand?

Anyway, then I went to the mall yesterday because that is a place just exploding with inspiration! And you know what? Im so very glad I did. It got me excited again! A few people even came over and complimented me on them. Usually I just get the creepers who walk by (thinking they are clever) and peek over their shoulder. But I know... I know!

Inspired by an old man with basically a hunchback and a long face!

The one called "eighteen flavors" was inspired by a poem from the book Where the Sidewalk Ends. Amazing book by the way!

So I am going to try and post more regularly, as I keep saying I will do. I need to keep practicing! My portfolio is due in less than a month.... EEEP!!

2 comments:

MelissaMarch 9, 2011 at 12:08 PM
Wow, your portfolio is due really soon!! That's crazy! You can do it though.

that old guy does look EXACTLY like ratatouille guy! Haha! And the pictures you did at the mall are all very good.

I understand where you're coming from - things not living up to your expectations. I feel that way a lot with my writing and it is HARD but I know you'll get through it cause you got mad skillz!
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The 3 BroadsMarch 19, 2011 at 11:56 AM
I agree...def Ratatouille :p Good job pal
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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.