Some pictures from my very brief painting phase in high school art class. I never liked paint much. Even though you hold the brush, it still sorta goes anywhere it wants to. I have always preferred pencils and markers and stuff. Things that are a more controlled extension of my hand.
Ya, I have control issues.
With no further ado, I present to you my crappy collection of high school art.
This was from my “Save the Earth” phase.
I had T-shirt that said it.
I got it on my class ring.
I did reports on it for school.
I took Environmental Science (and I hate science).
I watched Captain Planet.
Not that I still don’t want it saved, but now I have other priorities. Actually, after 20 years, there is now actually a convenient location for me to recycle at! Imagine that!
This was sort of supposed to be like “Live Your Own Life”, “Do Your Own Thing”, etc.
It was me as a teenager trying to embrace that I would never be in the popular crowd. I would never wear turtlenecks under my sweatshirts or have expensive jeans or my own car to drive to school.
If you take it literally, then you will realize that the Earth only has one moon, and then, well, it just loses all meaning then…
I like that you’re paintings actually had meaning. mine were like,a bowl of fruit, or whatever still life he had on the table that day. (I have no imagination, none what so ever)I mainly took art for an easy a, that’s my laziness rearing it’s ugly head again.
I felt very constricted when the teacher would make us paint a bowl of fruit. I wanted to create the things that were floating around inside my head. And get them out. Like I now do with my blog 😉