magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

19 July 1999

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in 2d we critiqued the gouache projects that are finished. she sort of left the deadline a little nebulous, so the people who got a late start or are doing very tedious pieces have a little longer to get them done.

mine looked okay finished and up on the wall. there are things i would have done differently if i had to do the whole thing over again. but, of course, the beauty is that i don't.

after dinner i dragged my stereo and all my drawing supplies down to the scary basement to start on my final drawing assignment. we have to do a series of at least 30 drawings. the subject of the series is entirely up to us. so i had pretty much decided to do abstracts, since that's what i enjoy doing and i seem to be able to do one decent drawing out of every three or so, rather than one out of five or six with figure (or other representational) drawing.

so i sat in the basement and drew until i ran out of charcoal and paper (on the same drawing, coincidentally enough). i tossed a little gouache in there about half way through, just because my mind was sorta still infected with the stuff, and it was like fingerpainting when mixed in with charcoal.

i did nineteen drawings. i don't think any of them are actually any good. but i'll look back at them in a few days and see.