school is out friday, for good.

in light of my college career ending. i suppose i should show some evidence that i have improved.

old piece from spring 2008
drawings, mixed media piece and painting from this semester




tada. now i must find something else to do! :)

i was present in an art conversation but didn't actually participate.

The Hazards of Love 3 = creepy and inventive.
The Decemberists using harpsichords and distorted guitars = melodious delight


Today I was enjoying the wonderful sunshine, just drawing my female nudes for my painting, when a coffee shop acquaintance sat down beside me. We talked small talk until one of his friends, who i know to be a poet and quite good, came to chat. They both commented on my skill and then preceded to talk about art. Well, I don't know how this came up but Dadaism quickly became the topic. I have no knowledge about dada. i know Duchamp and that is all. As to its philosophy....i haven't a clue. Personally I like the idea that they went against the art world at the time. I know better and more now. Both of my seat fellows had previously loved Dadaism. But, alas, had gone there separate ways. In conversation like these...i just like to listen to people talk their viewpoint up or down, seeing how the conversations go. I chimed in about how the epoch of Dada was short, similar to the Fauves, because it didn't really have any true depth. This chime was not out loud, it was in my head as i heard the two view points. When the converse was done those guys decided to f*** English Club and go grab food. I decide not to do that, for i am not a member. Instead i just went to class. 20th century Art...where we will soon learn about Dada. better late than never...and better in class than on my own time.

current up to date paintings:


remember the bubble/circle/shapes/orbs painting from before? well here it is now. it is not done.

a bad pic but the work is finished...i think.



and say welcome to my hipster culture series.

just a starting sketch.

geeking LOTR and Joseph Cornell

I totally just geeked out. Erin has begun to read The Fellowship of the Ring. I am so proud of her! She asked me the simple question of whether Gandalf was a human wizard or if the wizards were human at all. (in LOTR, i am sure about this in real life)
How could I explain what a Maiar was unless I explained the creation of Middle Earth? And how could I relate that creation with out telling about the Music of Iluvatar or Melkor? I had too. Then I had to tell who the Valar and Valier. I attempted to tell about each...then she walked away from me and bought a Latte.








These pictures are from the imaginative mind of Joseph Cornell. I am doing a research paper for Sculpture 270 on his works. They are amazing. The vision in them is enchanting.
This is what they are: enchanting.
Enchanted 3D collages that tell of the child's simple creative grasp of reality or of the story, of the fleeting nature of beauty, and of the exploration between the spiritual and nature worlds by way of studying the cosmos. Such weight for what looks like a pack rat just put things in a box and stood it on its side for "artsy" people to see and admire. Thus was my thought process once. Since I began to study art, I have found that I was rather hardened to ways of creative expression. So people can call me a snob for loving the Abstract Expressionists or those who make collages for a living. Visual subjects we don't understand at first glance are the visual subjects that should be understood. Just put forth effort.
same in life. such is life. in most instances, they deserve it.

You enter the room- that's being born;
And then you must live- work out your soul,
Aha! - lines from a poem by Edgar Lee Masters

o me, o life. why must i always go about blogging with a depressing air? well...today for the first part of this day. Another line from Masters is "As they read this empty rhetoric." I will tell you what the lines of empty rhetoric was in a moment...sit on the edge of your seats, please. in order for language to be persuasive....motive and belief are very important elements. Motive to persuade the other, belief that you are correct in your stance. This is why, i believe, I have trouble understanding and using rhetoric. I must stand on solid ground in order to stand straight. I shift on so many ideals and emotions...mainly pertaining to the art world. This world of aesthetics seems to be at times just a curse to me. Perhaps it is because I find it a struggle to proclaim the solid ground which I stand on in life, in this "other world" i step into everyday. This world consists of my sketchbooks, the studios, the critics, and my own mind. I know the light of Christ is there with me...but in expressing through art....it isn't coming. i think i am looking too hard. Enough. my posts do not follow any form or outline. Another example that I am not praticed in rhetoric.

the lines were from another poem by Master about a man who life had beaten but everyone thought that life was kind to him.


Good news today! I found civa.org!!!! Here is what it is: "Christians in the Visual Arts exists to explore and nurture the relationship between the VISUAL ARTS and the CHRISTIAN FAITH." (and later in another paragraph) "It is our purpose to encourage Christians in the visual arts to develop their particular callings to the highest professional level possible; to learn how to deal with specific problems in the field without compromising our faith and our standard of artistic endeavor; to provide opportunities for sharing work and ideas; to foster intelligent understanding, a spirit of trust, and a cooperative relationship between those in the arts, the church, and society; and ultimately, to establish a Christian presence within the secular art world." Praise the Father of Lights, which all good things are from!!! I have been praying to find out about artists who follow Christ to learn from their worldview and see how this is evident in their work (without it being kitsch or cliché). This is the start! And it renewed my spirit today in the studio. I read in Art & Fear that art is about beginnings....or did Ben Shahn write that....both i have read recently. I would have to agree and this is a new beginning!
ended now.

this painting is flipped. it is a mirror image because of photobooth. dag. so mirror it in your mind. photoshop was not available.

summer winds. only there is no talk of wind in the whole post.

I wish i was there. Even though it is a painting by Grimshaw, who is a master at capturing mood. I love that God also creates an eerie beauty that is quite calming which inspires such pieces.



So here i am. being ignored at work, so i choose to blog. blog, gag.


i am very lazy or hesitant...i don't really know which, when it comes to computer things. as you, dear reader, can tell, i do not use proper writing grammar when i use the internet. i don't really give a flying sack of monkey poo whether comma's should be used here or there...or anywhere. but if i didn't then no one could take a breather when reading this monstrosity.


oh, the ladies are back with some work for me. then it will on to the coffee shop. i do enjoy working there. Spencer's Coffeeshop is a pleasant artsy place.
i need to brush up on my art theory lingo. only after i read my summer children's novels.

boring stuff to write, huh?

a long one on a future memory....

By no means will my life be unfulfilled if this daydream were to never happen or fulfilled if the opposite happens. My life is fulfilled already. I am saved in Christ Jesus, growing closer to being in His image day by day. This is my life’s goal and constant struggle. But I also believe He gives us pleasant desires for our lives with a purpose. That was a bit of a disclaimer I suppose…? This is a slice from the mind of Brittany Anne, this creation gives me such a calm but longing feeling, usually happens in a class or at work. It has to do with the perfect break from a hard morning at [my] the tattoo shoppe or school.

Several years from now perhaps during grad school (the Lord leading me where ever and I hope I follow for His glory) is the setting of this reverie. Yes, I will have several tats, these designs from my own creativity…thus it begins:

I am sitting in the corner of an old bookshop, in a burnt sienna leather armchair. I am curled with my book and sketch-journal resting on my knees, a sitting fetal position you would say. The smell of aged books and coffee is simply soothing. The corner in which I seated myself is by a front shop window. On my left is the window about 5X4 ft, my back is to various selves of antique books not for sale. Books cover all walls of the three-roomed shop and there are some ladders for the other levels of written words. I face a small deep brown table that holds my coffee mug and an a book perhaps about a favorite movement or artist or musical element. On the other side of this is an empty olive green leather armchair. Empty in chance that Gaspard Ulliel should walk in and want to talk….but maybe just for the male tattooed bookworm that I recently met at worship.
The day would be blue-grey and drizzling. By this setting…I suppose I would be in New England somewhere, unless these days happen on a semi-regular basic in So Cal…a bit north of that maybe? I would like to live in Budapest. Oh well. I would stay in this place sketching, reading, sketching, and conversing…so on for several hours. I might get some food at the cheap deli across the lane. Then around 6 I would go back to the shop for an appointment with a back piece. Work til around midnight.
With this day dream in mind, at work I usually go back to it when I wish to stop being so serious. Oh daydreams, they are almost as fun as my sub-conscious ones…

that painting is by someone else. not me. i found it on google. but i am going to make my own sketch of what i am talking about....none that i found to portray exactly what i want.