No prize for me

It's time for ArtPrize in the GRap again! I love how it took off as a phenomenon immediately -- like, last year was its first year and it instantly became the annual event everyone in town talks about and looks forward to, attracting hundreds of submissions from around the world. This year I know a couple people who entered, and one of them has already been voted into the top 25 (with very good reason)! (This is actually the guy who taught the figure drawing class I took a few years ago.)

Anyway, I don't have anything entered (I think few people would vote for my Laura Roslin sketches), but in honor of the event, I thought I'd follow up on my promise of last February by posting some older work. Rather than doing a progressive post starting with childhood, though, I'm just going to post some of my favorite high school stuff, because... there's a lot of stuff.

Yes. Epically long post of... epic... longness. Perhaps I should've split it up. Sorry. I'll pretend it was due to some professional need to have these all in one place.


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This is my baby cousin. He's turning 17 soon (eeeesh).


Playing with charcoal...




When you're in art class looking for something to draw while the teacher's talking, sometimes you draw the teacher:


A self portrait of questionable accuracy. I was supposed to be doing homework at this point if I remember correctly.


Hand exercises!




Random sketches.


Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.


9th and 10th grade was my Ingrid Bergman/'40s actresses phase:




After that, Glenn Close. Disney has an impressive history of HBICs; unfortunately, most of them are villains (there's a dissertation there somewhere). Cruella's a pretty kickass example.


Sense & Sensibility:




Hercule Poirot. (I went through an Agatha Christie phase that coincided with my Ingrid Bergman phase; convenient since she was in Murder on the Orient Express.)


At some point I started this drawing of me and my grandma. I need to find that photograph and finish it.


...You're still reading? I'm way impressed. Almost done.
In 12th grade, I went to France and took a picture of Canova's sculpture Pshyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss at the Louvre, which I then drew. Which makes this, what, 2 steps removed from counting as original?


Summer before college; my cousin and I were drawing from her fashion and dancing magazines.






One of the first friends I made freshman year in college. Conveniently for me and my need for models, he had a tendency to fall asleep in public places.