My Art Bio

When I was 9, I was incredibly withdrawn, and I’d get bored and would draw Sonic doodles on post-it notes, and phone-books. 

I won an art competition at school when I was 11 and was awarded many arts and crafts stuff. First thing I ever won. At 13, moving my doodles from post-it notes to my school exercise books (angering my teachers), I found out about an anime called Naruto and decided I wanted to illustrate my own manga–I dreamed I’d get so big that my stuff would get animated by a STUDIO… I’m not Jewish or Japanese so that didn’t happen. Good times though.

Somewhere around age 14-15, I made my first animation using small slips or paper (a lot like those post-it notes but without the stick). I would give the slips to my substitute teacher and she would burn them onto a DVD. It was awesome! I got a real taste of what it was like to be an animator, at such a young age…

…17, and still doing manga, but would also post very adult themed Sonic the Hedgehog stop-motions & MS Paint Cartoons to YouTube. Later, I grew into my Heritage, and after becoming a bit more… sensible, I decided to move on from those stop motions & ‘toons.

At 18, I started an anime project called Arclem about teen convicts that were granted superpowers. It flopped. But I learned a lot of skills like making music, animating, and editing from it so that’s great!

A year later, I came up with the idea about a stuck up girl that would humble herself into the Faith I believed in, called the OutSider. Over the years, it has evolved and is now called Vardowska. 23 now and I’m still on the up and up; illustrating the web-comics, making my own animations and even found an affinity for voice acting!

By the time I’m 24, I hope to be in the habit of being more consistent, confident and productive with my artwork and animations.

Thanks for reading!

We’re saddened to share that artist François Morellet has passed away. His painting Random Distribution of 40,000 Squares Using the Odd and Even Numbers of a Telephone Directory is on view now as part of the exhibition From the Collection: 1960–1969.

After he divided the canvas into 40,000 squares, his wife or his sons read the numbers from the phone book out loud, while he moved across the canvas, marking a square for each even number and skipping a square for each odd one. He then colored the marked squares blue and the blank ones red. 

[Installation view of From the Collection: 1960–1969. The Museum of Modern Art, New York, March 26, 2016–March 12, 2017. © 2016 The Museum of Modern Art. Photo:  Martin Seck]

bispaceprincess  asked:

Bellarke + “my friend thought you were cute so she tried to take a picture of you for snapchat and her flash went off but when you looked our way she shoved her phone into my hands and nOW YOU THINK IT’S ME AND OH GOD PLS DON’T BE MAD” au, If you wanna :)

FUN FACT #1: I will probably always wanna write prompts. ;) FUN FACT #2: I have never used snapchat so I hope I was close enough for this prompt. But thanks so much! This was hilarity itself to write. FUN FACT #3: And apparently I am not very good at keeping things to drabble length.

[AO3] [FFN]

Clarke’s got her nose in a paperback copy of Pride and Prejudice while she waits in line with Raven at the campus bookstore. It’s the first week of the new spring quarter and there’s a line of students wrapping throughout the whole building and down the stairs, all of them hoping beyond hope that they’ll get through the check-out line before they’re late for their next class. 

Clarke ordered her textbooks from the cheaper online vendors weeks ago, but Raven guilted her into accompanying her to the bookstore when she reminded Clarke that she had ditched their spring break plans. 

(“I had the flu!” Clarke had protested.

Raven didn’t care.

“You want me to remind you who took your spot in the group, Clarke?”

“Not really,” Clarke had said, “considering you already complained about him to me for the last five hours.” 

Kyle Wick, Clarke. I had to hike in the woods with Wick. For days.” 

“And Sterling, and Mel, and a bunch of our other friends,” Clarke reminded her. 

“And Wick,” Raven had snarled, color high in her cheeks.)

They’ve been in line for nearly an hour, and thankfully they’re almost at the front, but Clarke’s not all that sure why Raven insisted she come along. The other girl has been preoccupied with something on her phone basically the entire time they’ve been waiting together––she hasn’t even yelled at Clarke about reading a book while they’re supposed to be hanging out. 

“Clarke!” Raven hisses. “Look at how hot that cashier is!” 

Clarke glances up from Mr. Darcy’s first ill-mannered meeting with Elizabeth Bennet, follows Raven’s not-so-discreet pointing. The guy she’s indicating is pretty cute, all tan skin and dark messy hair and bone structure Clarke would love to sketch. But…

“He’d be cuter if he took that nasty look off his face,” she replies, and returns to her book as they shuffle forward in line. There are only a couple people in between them and the check-out stands, and even as Clarke watches the second, nicer-looking cashier waves them forward. 

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