My dad was working on a presentation at the Heritage Foundation in the coming week or so, and asked if I would be willing to illustrate a few of his key points in the PowerPoint. He wanted me to depict how someone would feel if their employer treated them different ways and asked for the three emotions of “beaming,” “crushed,” and “frustrated.”
I also screen recorded the process and put together a speed art video below.
The school administrator asked me if I’d be willing to spruce up the kindergarten classroom in the school (because at the time, all the classrooms were white walls — soo prison-like!). I readily agreed and worked with the teacher on what the mural would look like. She wanted a tree she could use to teach the seasons throughout the year and asked if I’d paint the tree without leaves. After a week of work, I called it finished and watched as the kindergarten teacher added leaves for the beginning of the school year.
A friend asked me if I’d be able to do artwork for a film he was working on for the Bob Jones festival competition at Bob Jones University. He wanted to incorporate caricatures of his actors into the film as part of the plot and sent me a link to a video of the actors that I could use as reference. I spent about two hours on this piece, and the artwork is featured on the film’s website, pursuitofgrace.com.
When we redid our basement, I got the chance to practice graffiti on the cement walls. With graffiti being illegal in most cases (#sadness!), I jumped at the opportunity to do it in my own home. I was sure to take plenty of pictures before the new walls went up, hiding the artwork for the next century.
“Cake” was a word I’d been writing places for awhile (like the mirror in my bedroom). For anyone who plays Portal, they’ll understand the reference.
My high school’s initials with their mascot, Gill the Patriot, by their side.
A memorial to our contractor who helped with most of the work in the basement. He’s a big cat fan, and has the phrase “Bad Gato” on his car.
Because it’s subway graffiti depicting the Subway fast food.
Doodles I did in my free time as a freshman in college.
Top left: I felt like the end of the semester was crushing against me, like two walls closing in as I ran down a long, cement hallway.
Top right: My friend and I regularly ate ramen in the dorm rooms when we didn’t feel like socializing with the outside world.
Bottom left: Going to school in Florida, there aren’t many days where it’s cold enough to pull out a jacket and Doctor Who scarf, so I celebrated the occasion with a doodle.
Bottom right: My first “college doodle,” at the end of the day where the edge of a hurricane hit the panhandle. It was a miserably, cold, wet day.
An art journal entry about the college’s campanile.
After the Panama missions trip, I wanted to dedicate a couple pages to the country in an art journal. I added a map of the country, a slang phrase teenagers use to say “whazzup,” some rubbings of Panamanian currency, artwork from photos I took, and write-ups on clothing worn.