These are the last finals I will ever do (unless I live long enough to ever make it/decide to do grad school).
Finally finished the painting for Youngmi's class. Maybe it'll go faster when I figure out the perfect consistency for the white pigment, it's difficult because it goes on translucent, so I can't tell what it looks like until it dries....When I figure it out I'll paint a series, or maybe I'll give up and just snort the rest of that white powder/pigment.
Also I took life drawing with Mary J. Arthur and this is my final and some work that I liked. It's a sophomore level class, but I still learned a LOT. A LOT. And it was nice approaching work in the complete opposite way. (no contour, shading, pencil/charcoal)
My final is a simple self-portrait of my buried in a bed/coffin of books and food. Also I think I went full circle on this one, because this is the way I used to work when I was a freshman, not sure of my materials, lots of layering to make up for lack of skill, making a mess all over the place, hoping that the hours of effort would somehow be absorbed into the fibers of the paper...now I only work this way maybe 20% of the time.
It looks depressing, but that would be the ideal way I'd like to go. That or exploding into flames on a neon star studded rhinestone motocycle.My roomate says that I would enjoy a heart attack, apparently it's akin to the warm fiery feeling I get after some tequila.