6.01.2009

Antisocial: Part III (Anatomy for Artists)

the last installment of my 'antisocial' series! i've blogged about this class before. and i'd really REALLY like you to visit Laura's post about it...she summed it up really well. i'm giving the extended version, i guess. :)

i just remember coming out of class every single day with new appreciation and fascination of the human body. and of art, but more of the human body. here is one example of those days. as you can tell, i was pretty excited.

okay. being months later, i'm going to try to explain how amazing and inspiring this class was, but i'm sure it won't have the same feeling that it would have if i would have blogged then. i apologize. i mourn for the knowledge that has seeped through my mind like sand out of a cupped hand...but i want to try to gain it back.

a couple of things::
anatomy for artists (VAILL 252) was taught by niki covington, a young teacher who had just returned from the Florence Academy of Art (as in, Italy!). he was classically trained, and thus taught us in the same method. and 'method' it was: everything was very methodical, drawing-wise.

lectures:: each day, we'd come to the 3-hour class (8-11am) and for the first two hours or so, he'd lecture on anatomy. then we'd draw the model for the remaining time. to start with, we bought books by Paul Richer (the ultimate genius of anatomy) and Eliot Goldfinger (who copied off of Richer...like the rest of us, but his book was more helpful to figure out how muscles/bones relate together) -- which i highly suggest for anyone interested in drawing anatomy. niki would show examples from the great artists. during lecture, he'd use slides projected from his computer and we got bajillions of awesome handouts (from Italy...i feel really lucky to have them). we took tedious and meticulous notes as much as possible (i even attended the night section of the class...just so i could reinforce what i'd learned). later, during muscle reviews, he'd project the skeleton on the board and draw the muscles on top of it, or have us come draw the muscles. he'd use the muscle statue in the room, the models, and joe (our trusty, but very old skeleton) to teach us about specifics (sometimes, he'd use all three).

drawing::
this is how niki taught us (not the only way to draw, but this is how we did it in this class):
-pencil sharpened with a razor to a very tiny sharp point
-make sure your easel is upright, and stand so th
at half of it blocks your body so the other half of your body is where you can see the model
-stand an arms length away from the easel (where your palm can touch your paper)
-take away any distractions (even move the p
aper to the edge of the easel so there's no line between the paper and the model)
-if you wear a hat with a rim, it helps because it takes away the light that comes from above which detracts from seeing the figure totally accurately
-sight size: where you draw the model exactly how big you see him/her. can directly translate proportions and measurements
-good way to start: draw constraints first: a top and bottom mark in which your figure will be placed. find the middle line, then the angles. find the pit of the neck. then block it out.
-make sure you can always see the entire figure, and st
and back to always make sure everything relates to itself
-triangulate-- take one point (landmark on body) and measure it with at least 2 more points to ensure accuracy
-simplify. anatomy isn't everything. just because you know tons about the body doesn't mean you should use all that information in your drawings. the best drawings are designed well and have strong and confident shapes.
-"appreciate this curve and how it dips down into that depression....appreciate how there is a subtle transition between the bone and the muscle...appreciate the curve against that straight there..." niki said 'appreciate' a lot :)
-"yeah. yeah. for sure." anyone who's actually taken the class can just picture niki saying that and chuckle. he said it daily. we loved it.
-SQUINT; LOOK AT THE WHOLE!!!! (niki pounded this into us; he'd always always say it! if there was ever too long a period that went by with too much silence, you could hear scott or someone mumble it from across the room :D)

bones::

we started with bones. we learned about a new set of bones each day. we'd come to class having drawn the specific bone or bone set 3 times, labeling everything, and after the lecture our homework would be the same bone(s) 2 more times now that we knew more about it, plus 3 of the next lecture's bone(s).

(if you look closely, you can see some that say "drawing 1" vs "drawing 2" signifying before and after the lecture)

our teacher would then correct anything that was wrong by laying tracing paper over the top of our drawings and correct them individually and write comments. which i thought was awesome.

then we put all the bones together. the skeleton.


5-eyed squares::
we learned how to draw the skeleton from memory by learning about the 5-eyed squares. did you know the width of your face is five of your eyes wide? well, so is the height from the top of the head to nose, nose to top of sternum, top of sternum to bottom of sternum, bottom of sternum to end of rib cage.......do you see where this is going? AND everything (except for the arms) fits nicely between two 5-eyed squares next to each other.


muscles::
so. freaking. awesome.

after lecture each day, we'd be given a handout of a photograph of a model. we'd take tracing paper and put it over the photograph, drawing the bones where they should be. then, we'd put tracing paper on top of that and draw where the muscles would be, in proper relation to the bones, including where they originate and insert. these were called ecorce drawings. we'd only put down the muscles we'd talked about thus far (we knew the bones by then) so it built over time. we also had to draw the "deep" muscles, then erase those to draw the "superficial" muscles on top that cover them, so we could understand the form better. the more muscles we learned, the more complex the photographs (and our drawings) got. note that we couldn't just put generic bones and muscles; we had to draw exactly where they'd be on that individual (we are not all the same!). which made it a hecka lot harder.
(we started with heads)















(then upper body and lower body. for some reason, i didn't include my lower body ones so i'll get some up soon. check back. i censored some for anyone who might be offended, and i won't show any picture without the drawings on top of it. however, the real things are really awesome, so you are welcome to come over and see them!)



this was probably my favorite position we had to draw (and the most difficult). i re-did part of it to get a better score, and a better understanding.

creativity::
for the pseudo-final exam, we had a t-shirt contest. we made our teacher enter as well, and the majority voted for his, so we all got shirts with his design on them. which i was perfectly fine with :)

here's the one i submitted, front and back:





































final exam::

then. for our real final exam, here were the stipulations, as dictated on a contract we signed:

1) draw the entire skeleton: front, side, and back
2) draw all the muscles on top of the skeleton drawings (on tracing paper)
3) label every bone and muscle
4) all of this must be done in one sitting (as in, sit down, draw, you're done when you stop)
5) though it is a take-home final, all of this must be done from MEMORY with NO NOTES.

well. in all my experience being an artist of any sort, i believe this was the most strenuous and concentrated work i've ever completed.

i started studying hardcore -- 7:30 pm
i felt adequately ready, thus beginning to actually draw -- 12:06 am
i had the entire skeleton drawn -- 3:00 am
i finished the first set of muscles -- 4am
second set of muscles -- 4:35 am (the side view is fastest)
completely done with my anatomy for artists exam -- 5:30 am

i was a sleepy little puppy after that. but do you know what? i have never felt so blessed or accomplished. that night was one of discovery for me. it was a near impossible task, to take all of the knowledge i'd gained in one semester to spit it out in one night.

but i did it.

here it is.

(this is all we were given:)

(below are the bones on tracing paper on top of the squares page)

(this is the muscles on top of the bones on tracing paper)



how i survived::
i'm not generally one to toot my own horn, for lack of better term, but i was so proud of this final exam. i could never think that i did it alone. my teacher was awesome and helpful; so were my classmates and books. but that night, as i sat solitary at my kitchen table for 10 tedious hours, i knew that my Heavenly Father was up with me. he blessed my mind to recall all i'd worked so hard and studied for. he blessed my body so that i could stay alert and focus. he blessed my hands and eyes to connect with my knowledge.

i'd prayed beforehand when i started to get one of my infamous headaches that i would make it through the final free of pain. all was well. as soon as 5:30 hit, i got super sleepy and started to sense an ache in my head. atypical of my usual response, i grinned from ear to ear. no headache during the final. no sleepiness. that's all i wanted, and i got it. this was one of my favorite things i took from the class.

another thing i learned from the class was how sacred and special and utterly amazing the body truly is. each day, as we learned about the body, i realized how much of a divine design it truly is. there is no way we could have just 'happened to be'...the body is way too complex for that. as we learned about bones, we'd have to label tiny little ridges or indents. i'd first thought it was ridiculous and insignificant, but as we learned about the muscles, we realized that big muscles would attach to those tiny little marks. each part of the body is crucial to itself to function properly. i am now reminded of the scripture in 1 Cor 12:12-27 where it relates the church to a body. it really is so critical that we all help each other and learn together, being so unified. as laura puts it, "We're China-doll fragile"...yet we can accomplish so much (my brother competed in an IronMan triathalon a few years back...that opened my mind to a lot of possibilities).

anyway. i think it's kind of funny when people say 'art major' with tongue in cheek, rolling their eyes. i think it's funny when they think it means all we do is draw pretty pictures out of our heads all the time. i'd love to see them take this class. :]

*all images copyright kristin gulledge, 2008

5.21.2009

Antisocial: Part II (Graphic Design)

{{...And YOU thought that I had forgotten about my 'Antisocial' series. Think again! I will be posting the 3rd and final installment this week or next (I wrote the actual blogs a while ago- this was written January 9...I just had to get the images). Then I will post my art from this past semester. The camera is up and functional again, so here we go!}}

Wow! I got a lot of feedback to my first installment of my Antisocial series...thank you all so much! You have no idea...after slaving away on these projects it's nice to just present them and hear what people say.

On to my second time-consuming class in Fall 2008: Graphic Design.
In this class, we had to make up an alternative fuel company. We went through many series of sketches, drafts, and printouts to get to the point we could produce a good final project. Joe Jackson was our teacher, and our class turned into a big survival posse, as we'd all work slavishly on the h-fac computers or in the print lab.

The project: Brand a pseudo-alternative fuel company.
We first researched alternative fuel companies, then based on what we learned or what interested us most, we each picked one. I picked hydrogen fuel. Then, we produced sketches of ideas for a logo for that type of company.

However, before we kept sketching or started taking our ideas to the computer, Joe had us think of traits or qualities that we wanted our company to have. We made a long list of these qualities. Then, we had to narrow it down to our top three. Mine came out to be:

1- innovative
2- intuitive
3- user-friendly

Then we based our sketches around these qualities. It was an interesting process: it kind of made me think backward. I liked it, because it turned out to be more applicable. We went through a series of what we called "horizontal thinking", which was to expand our ideas in many different directions. Here are a few of mine (out of MANY MANY sketches I did....I have a notebook full of them. Literally).

After we picked about 3 logos that suited us, we continued to expand into "vertical thinking" which was to go in depth on those 3 ideas. Finally, we produced our logo, based on our initial 3 words and presented it. Later, we chose the company name. Joe didn't care so much about the name as he did about the typeface and whether or not it went with the traits and logo of the company. Eventually, we presented the logo and company name:


Then we did a "transformation" assignment: We had to "transform" our logo to fit a bunch of requirements, which was actually pretty fun. The explanations for the transformations are under each one.


After that, we went on to do what was probably the most laborious part of the process: the corporate, or brand, identity package. We had to successfully brand a letterhead, envelope, and business card. It took a LOT of time and concentration, with a prevailing eye for accuracy.

Draft after draft, dead tree after dead tree, we finally got to the point where we could call it complete. We selected special paper to print on, and I did waste a bit. Then we had to mount it. Here's mine:

*note: it looks way cooler in person. cool texture and everything.

(And here are the actual files. Click to enlarge. They look in their final printed stage [so come by and see!], but not so great in the above photo.)

Throughout the process, we were always thinking of application ideas. It couldn't be
"swag" (basically anything you could buy at a football game: pencils, mugs, t-shirts, etc...unless we could convince Joe). It needed to correspond to our company and logo. I decided to screen print a white canvas bag, used for shopping in grocery stores instead of wasting paper or plastic materials. Simple, but I was okay with that:



















(I should acknowledge that I couldn't have done this last part without Jeff, who found me the white canvas bag. A normal tan colored canvas wouldn't have worked with this, because that would introduce another color into my color scheme. Tricky, eh? I also couldn't have done it without Craig, who connected me with his brother's friend Steve, who screen printed it for me.)

Then, we presented. And it felt gooood.

Travis Lovell (who was at one point my photography teacher and now works in the print lab) made the comment that was along the lines of, "graphic designers notice the tiniest things that no one else would ever even think about checking." So annoying. But it separates good designers from excellent ones.

Again, comments are appreciated. Let me know what you think!

*all images copyright kristin gulledge, 2008.

5.01.2009

Obituary of a Beloved Fallen Tree

[I originally wrote this on April 17-18, 2009 but didn't post because I didn't have photos. I took all the photos in this post the morning of April 16.]

I tend to be an optimistic person. When it happens to snow in April, I'm usually like, "Hey, snow. Cool. Wanna make a snow castle?"

However, the snowstorm last night destroyed something that I can't get back. Those of you who know me well know that
I'm pretty passionate about nature (think about it). It's sad to hear about the natural disasters and such. However, on the fateful early morning of Thursday, April 16, my mom raced into my room and informed me to look out the window. I went to the front door and saw what's depicted in the photo on the topright. When I realized that our once huge, slender beautiful tree with fresh pink blossoms that resided just outside of my window had come crashing down due to the bizarre inclement weather, I was heartbroken. This wasn't just any tree...it was one of the things that I loved most about my home.

So...I am writing an obituary.
Our dear pink blossomed tree fought a good fight for over 19 years [ever since we bought our home] until a terrible accident took its life. Vile bitty critters had infested and weakened its once sturdy trunk, but when a freak snow storm crept upon the unassuming town of Provo, the little tree couldn't fight any longer. Its branches, already weak with disease, were suddenly laden with the extra weight of wet snow.
No longer do we have the pink beautiful tree that held the memories of six childhoods and a caring mother who watched over it through the years. Our yard seems empty, and we will sorely miss its previous occupant.

It is preceded by its elder peach tree, two umbrella trees, and a weeping willow, due to similar accidents. It is survived by two umbrella trees, three pine trees, a few rocks and an apple tree (one that sustained major injuries as well, and is now in critical condition but will be fine).

We will miss you, little tree.

I partly write this in humor, but it actually has been a really hard last couple of days for Mom and I. That tree had a lot more than just branches and leaves. It was the tree that I most associated with our home. In reality, it was an extension of our home; it grew up with me. I do miss it, sappy as it sounds (no pun intended).

Some favorite memories include:
- climbing it when i was little and staying there, reading books
- climbing it and observing my big brother Jonny [on the ground] stick up for me when his friend poked fun at me, not knowing i was in the tree
-playing hide-and-seek and other games with my nieces and nephews around the tree
-seeing the pink blossomed trees around Provo and swelling with pride a bit to know I had a tree just as gorgeous (if not more so) in my very own front yard
-watching the setting sun's beams pierce through the tree
-taking sibling pictures beside it and glamor shots of my sister in front of it
-having to duck underneath its branches when walking to my front door, basking in the scent of the blossoms
-looking out my window, just to see it there
-my mom telling me (when I was very young) that I couldn't eat the red berry-looking things...they were NOT cherries :)
-the first time there was snow and blossoms...at the same time

It's been a few days...but still I get a sad little shock when I look outside and recognize its absence.


For those of you who had any experiences with our tree or with their own, or would just like to add anything, please record them under the "thoughts" part. I'd love to hear.


I think that I'll plant a pink-blossomed tree in my front yard when I have my own home someday.

4.22.2009

perspectives & houses

guy francis teaches institute. this makes me more excited because he's a friend of mine, and a professional illustrator. he and his wife lorien are some of my favorite people. anyway, the lesson tonight had a bunch of art examples, which made me just smile from my little desk and soak it up even more.

he started out by reading us the book, "the dot" by peter h. reynolds (i happen to own this book, because zach gave me it last month for my birthday). it's become one of my favorites. i suggest you read it, rather than me explain. really. go read it. (you can even borrow it from me, if you want.)

we discussed potential and perspective. lots of good analogies and discussion commenced, but i just wanted to blog about one quick example.

draw a house.

(go ahead, do it. i'll wait.)

ok. most people draw houses like this:

right? when we add some perspective in there, we might draw it

like this









or this
or even this.











we often see ourselves like that first picture shows.
'this is how i am: _______.'

'squares + triangle.'

however, God sees all those other perspectives as well. though we may think we're simply a combination of squares and triangles, certain abilities or strengths, Heavenly Father knows better. he sees the other parts of our house. he might see a window on the east side under the roof, or the garden in the backyard. he sees the back door and that little path on the west side. he notices the chimney and recognizes the garage.

our little house could have

windows
and paths
and stones
and doors
and stairs
and gardens

that we don't even see.likewise, we could have

strengths
and likings
and abilities
and pleasures
and talents
and lessons to learn

that we don't even see.

how do we see? add perspective. through trials, sufferings, difficult callings, opportunities, etc, we can learn about what's really part of our spiritual homes (or mansions as they may become). we're not just squares and rectangles.

we may be called as a nursery leader. 'what? nursery leader? i don't think i can do that!'
we could find a hidden door. 'i really enjoy kids.'

we could experience a parents' divorce. 'what? i don't like this. this isn't how family is supposed to be.'
we could look for a window. 'oh. i have a lot more love for my family now.'

we could get our hearts broken. multiple times. 'i don't like this. it hurts so badly.'
we could plant a garden. 'i'm learning to depend on Heavenly Father.'

we could fail a test. 'i deserved a good grade- i studied.'
we could discover a secret path. 'ah. a lesson in perseverance.'

do you get the idea? it's a good thing we're more than just squares and triangles. guy then talked about how we are all creators. elder uchtdorf says 'everyone can create...something of substance [and] beauty.'

as guy quoted,

you are the architect of your own destiny.

so when you start to doubt yourself, start to create. make those windows and stairs and doors. discover your potential; create your mansion.



i could even venture a step further into the analogy and talk about creating that house on a 'firm foundation'...but that's a lesson for another day.

4.21.2009

liberated!

I AM DONE WITH FINALS! (i even got the pdf sent off!)

i marched right into that jsb (the "extension" of the testing center) and i showed that advertising test who's boss. marched back out with a 93%, to match my previous advertising scores of 96% and 90% (i only feel good about saying this because i'll tell you this: i spent at least 13 hours studying for each one).

huzzah!

after, while waiting for a ride, i found myself sitting on a bench as the sun was setting, listening to coldplay's 'rainy day' and 'glass of water'. i felt so free up there (on a remote h-fac bench) i just wanted to dance and sing. but i had my sketchbook in hand, and started to wonder how i could illustrate what music does for my soul...especially after something as happy as closing a crazy hard week of finals.

this is as close as i could get. a quick sketch, but it still makes me happy.


ps. two posts in one day; is anyone proud of me?

FINALS

well...this is how my days have gone these last couple of weeks. life has been organized on small planners and note cards, a strict hour by hour schedule.


but now i'm one final exam (and a pdf to be sent) away from FREEDOM!