It’s an amazing thing finding someone you can ask the hard questions to…
“if you were to have a marvel team of 5 who would it be…also team up with Any any dc cross overs”
“vampire or wherewolf, and why” (without twilight being brought up)
Also helps when she is better at videogames than I.
Color me a happy camper
Hell week… that is the best way to describe finals here. long hours all for 10-15 minutes of critique.
i wish i could quote all that was said by some of the amazing professors in the illustration department about future and art. its true only about 1% of artists get to the top jobs and really make a living at doing art, but truth be told if you have dedication you can do it. “you have to have true love for art to take the lumps that the art world dishes out and still come back” - George Pratt. we go to art school to get better, not for a grade. its art its all subjective.
but its all about loving what you do. its said that if you love what you do, you will never work a day in your life. i believe that to be true.
i wish i would have recorded the speeches given today to share with everyone.
for most a degree is just paper. to me its a badge of completing 4 years of hell weeks. please understand i would gladly do it again and again every year. i truly love making art.
ringing college has such amazing professors. their, pratt, barker, brandes, casmer, dunnik, matto, prachnow, olivarez and many others.
i leave you with a story by sean murphy because many of us as artists look up to frank frazetta
I once heard a story about Frank…but I don’t know if it’s true.
Apparently, Frank liked to work out. Which makes sense because Frank’s paintings LOOK like they were painted by one hardcore motherfucker. So when I saw his self-portrait (with all his motherfucking intensity), I was all, “hell yeah”. The man matched his art.
The story goes like this: Frank was working with one of his Conan models, maybe on a Death Dealer painting of some kind. Apparently the model wasn’t posing properly. After a while, Frank got really pissed, tore off his own shirt (revealing his own chiseled physique), pushed the model off the stage and flexed into the position he wanted and said, “No, no, no! Like THIS.”
I don’t know if that story is true. But whenever I’m taking photo refs for someone like Wolverine, I’ll often find myself without a shirt, standing in front of my bathroom mirror while holding a camera in one hand and flexing my marginally exercised body (far from Logan’s, mind you) and doing my best Wolverine impression.
And in that moment I’ll usually think of Frank Frazetta and how, maybe—if I keep working out and drawing—I can one day be like him.
Normally I’d say “Rest In Peace Frank”, but he’s probably beating the shit out of the devil right now…
…with the Death Dealers watching as Frank says, “No, no no! Like THIS.”