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Art dump from my art classes!

Some of these are from last year lol

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The Glutton regrets: A break down

The glutton regrets is an artwork I created based off my own short story, The warmth of his flesh. I highly suggest you read that before reading this as it will provide much more context!

So! Lets set the scene! What's going on?

The glutton regrets is an aftermath to The warmth of his flesh, and as the title suggests, is when Hyacinth comes to terms with what she just did, which was cannibalising her lover.

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Like I said, you should probably read the story before.

I decided to use a more sketchy and a sort of semi-realistic art style compared to my other posts as this truly is a horrific scene with context.

Basic description:

She's sitting alone at the dinner table, all the lamps extinguished, Hyacinth illuminated by a singular light. She dead pans into the camera, her face full of regret and disgust. A plate of meat is set upon the table, barely visible, as if she herself is trying to hide and forget what she has done. Blood is seen from across the table, hinting at the sinister meaning behind all of this. Finally, behind her is a bright red shadow resembling a man, the only defined part being his hands, which are resting on her shoulders. They are calloused and grimy.

I specifically only used a monotone for most of the drawing so it makes the painting more moody and gothic. The red added high contrast, making it so it's the first thing you see. I made the shadow of her lover red to make sure viewers would associate the blood with the man. His hands are only defined to really nail down her regret.

If you've read the story, you are aware of her reasons for wanting to kill and eat her lover, which is the fact that he provides her with comfort. It's as simple as that. She wants to forever be with that comfort, and how else do you that than by eating your lover? The hard and calloused hands are a representation of the harsh reality crashing down on her. Sure she's being comforted, but it's not the way he would. It's almost artificial, fake even. It's there, but it will never come close to the real thing.

It's almost like it's uncomfortable.

Huh.

Fun facts:

The flower around her neck is supposed the represent a hyacinth itself (I know, it's very poorly drawn)! If you aren't aware, hyacinth represent sorrow. It draped around her neck, constant, never leaving.

I can't draw cutlery! :)) -> :((

That's it for today! (Not really I have a lot more to post today for school)

Read The warmth of his flesh!

https://www.tumblr.com/acrylic-ducks/775107031485087744/the-warmth-of-his-flesh-re-worked?source=share

Thoughts on Disney Pixar's Soul

Anyone like me who missed the movie soul cause it went straight to streaming during the pandemic, please take a moment to watch it because it's a master piece.

The art style is a beautiful mix of hyper realistic rendering and cartoon caricature and the intentionality of when it leans more into either style says a story of its own. The first things I noticed were the musical instruments rendered in way more detail than necessary, the pictures in his class of real people and not caricatures.

Then it was the perspective shots of 22 experiencing life, where the art was again, all hyper realism. The overwhelming nature of nyc to the beautiful moment of them feeling the spark of life. And in those moments despite the realism, it was not new york I saw. I blinked and I was transported to all the moments in my own life that paralleled that moment and I remembered the cold breeze on my skin, the smell of rain on cement, the context of my memories that made me feel that spark of life.

And when Joe laid out the trinkets they had gathered as proof of living that day and started playing the piano, as he went through his own memories, his proof of living his whole life, I sobbed. Once again, with every blink I saw my own life and every memory and emotion proof that I have lived. The score he played truly felt like it represented the feeling of being alive. Being alive through all the pain and joy and excitement and despair, a feeling so human.

What's insane about this is that I'm not from NYC, I don't take the subway to work, I have nothing to do with music or jazz. None of those moments or memories are directly relatable to my life. And yet I feel it represented my life.

The movie itself was a piece of art of course but watching it, the emotions it invoked in me felt like a separate multimodal artistic experience. One so deeply personal, I cannot express it to you in words.

Please go watch it for yourselves. If you watched it when you were younger and are now a full adult, please watch it again.

(I could go on about how perfect jazz is as a metaphor for life but I'm not the most qualified for that. If anyone is, please do talk about it)

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