First of all, Happy Easter, y’all – you go get em, Back-From-the-Dead-Jesus.
But now for more important non-religious affairs, I’m going to talk about me. (Lol I’m so getting crucified for that. Oh come on, don’t get hung up about it, it was just a bad pun! Gosh, you’re so self-sacrificing getting all cross about it – no one likes a martyr. Personally, I think I really nailed it.)
I haven’t yet elaborated on how my art club/class has been going, so I thought I’d post on what we’ve been working on to date.
It’s all really casual, but we’re working from the ground up, which is really nice. Thus we’ve been working on perspective, proportioning, and recently shading and line weighting.
I seem to be one of the few people who’s actually had any experience in this at all (although even so it’s not much), but the guy leading the class has been really helpful in bringing us through the motions. My main problem is in line weighting and I suck at drawing realism because I get too caught up in the little details and am overwhelmed before I can see the larger shapes.
But anyway, let’s look some pictures because pictures are fun!
So first we did 1-point perspective. The first one here is mine, and the second is Andrea’s. (Imma just put hers up because she probably won’t notice anyway ;P)
So for 1-point perspective, it’s very basic; you see it in the grand majority of classical paintings, and all it really means is that you have a single vanishing point. A vanishing point is, very simply, the point at which the eye will no longer be able to see any forms, aka the point on the horizon where all things vanish.
You probably also recognize the classic railroad tracks disappearing into the distance dramatically.
Anyway so that was our first class and we had fun making shapes an whatnot.
Next, we moved on to 2-point perspective.
2-point perspective is, as one might guess from the name, the perspective in which there are two vanishing points on the horizon line. This makes shapes a lot more natural-seeming to our eye than the 1-point, and looks something like this. (Alas, Andrea only made it to the first class, so the rest of the drawings on here are my own.)
Here’s a more detailed drawing by some mystery person on the internet.
Aaaand because we were such good students, we moved on to 3-point perspective in the same class. Three guesses what 3-point is? Yeeeeup, it’s 3 vanishing points. It’s used a lot for comic books because you get a very dramatic sense of scale and proportioning. I made a little city!
And here’s how you see it in a comic book.
Anyway, I actually missed last week’s lesson because I was in Wonju, but luckily I could catch up by using a tutorial posted on the blog (incidentally this one here on how to draw an apple using shadow and light).
It’s my first attempt in a looonnnnggg time, if ever, at genuinely trying my hand at realism. It was a really good tutorial though (seriously guys, if you want tips on drawing, it’s awesome), and so it didn’t turn out too bad.
Today we jumped into a tad more complex of a subject – flowers. Appropriate, what with spring and all, although definitely tricky. I spent most of the two hours in class just mapping out proportioning and scale and all that nitty gritty (so tedious and frustrating).
Didn’t quite finish, so I went to lunch with a super awesome person in the class with me, picked up some supplies at the art shop, and headed to the park to finish up the sketch.
The park, it turned out, was designed specifically for ajeossis. Ajeossis are men who are older than you – it means “uncle” in Korean, although in this case I suppose they more accurately were grandfathers. I swear, it’s like the entire elderly-man population of Cheongju and the surrounding cities comes to this park to play Chinese checkers or yutnori, a Korean game involving the throwing of four wooden sticks.
So anyway, I walked, fairly bemused, through the crowds of crowing and booing ajeossis and settled myself on a free bench at the edge of the park. The hollow clatter of the yutnori sticks and surrounding gusts of city traffic promised to be very good meditative sounds indeed when, as soon as I opened my sketchbook, an ajeossi saw and came to stand right beside/behind me.
“Uh, hi,” I said, hoping that my acknowledging of his presence in English would scare him off. I’ve never enjoyed hoverers, as one might imagine.
He just made a guttural, incoherent (to me at least) sound and waved his hand at me as if to say, “Get on with it.”
Well, I’d gone through the whole park and this was the only unoccupied area of it. I didn’t want to get up and leave, and quite frankly it was a lovely day with few other green spaces to enjoy it in. I was staying, hoverers be damned.
I’m glad I did in the end. It turned out he really did just want to watch me draw, and after a while, I stopped noticing he was there. Other ajeossis saw that I had a dedicated crowd of one and came over to see what was happening. They all were really nice and said my drawing was beautiful. And it wasn’t at all in the creepy old man way it would have been back home, either!
Eventually, I stayed so long that my loyal fan had to say goodbye as he went home for dinner. I felt a little like the Jesus of art, on this fine Easter Sunday, accumulating followers for a short time.
And here was the drawing.
It still needs some touch-ups, but after more than one hour drawing, I had to put it down. The day was far too lovely to head home though, and so I stayed and read Dune, which I’ve been neglecting.
As I was happily immersed in my world of science fiction, a guy suddenly drove his coughing and sputting scooter right in front of me and stopped, brakes gasping (mind, we’re in a park: people drive their scooters everywhere, as I assume they are understood to be the Korean road amphibian – able to move unabashedly between street and footpath whenever they please).
He handed me a flyer and an egg.
I looked at the egg and saw: “JESUS IS RISEN FROM THE DEAD” wrapped around in a plastic Easter egg cozy. The flyer was equally religious.
I tried to be the dumb foreigner who didn’t understand what was happening and give him back the egg, but he didn’t care.
“Over there – house – God – you come – there, there – house!!”
Exasperated, I then tried the “I’m an atheist” spiel, but again, to no avail.
“No, you come – God, sing. Now. Now, now!! Soon!!”
I don’t know why I was so keen to give back the egg, since I’m usually very compliant, but ultimately I failed, kept it and the flyer, and told him I’d be there. He drove off to the God house where angelic singing soon after rose in varying cadences of devotion.
Well, I thought, Happy Easter to me.
The egg had to be thrown out (who knows how long it had been riding around with the scooter-Christian…it wasn’t exactly cold anymore, and I wasn’t about to have another round of vomiting and call in my second sick day), but it did inspire me to have Easter dinner of an egg salad sandwich. Not my Omi’s family feast, but I watched some True Blood, read some more Dune, and all the while was much more sad about missing out on 4/20 than Easter Sunday.
So happy 4/20, guys ❤