Lawrence week !
For those who don't know him, Lawrence Marvit is the dark side of a "normal" TAW teacher.
He didn't hesitate to say these types of things
"Don't step on ur own dick", "Ur life is a lie", "Anyways French never won a war"
Or to push u to dig better in urself to really find the feeling u want to put in ur drawing.
But actually, he was a real nice teacher who also asked u how to pronounce ur name or if u have slept sufficient hours the day before.
His lectures about design and composition were AWESOME
The focus of this lectures were based on the 7 elements of drawing:
We had a lot of assignments, everyday but we just gone through line and shape.
Some of these exercises were meant to make us fail, and even for the others, I think, I failed.
But, most important, I have the impression to have learnt so many things in this week that I'm pretty sad to not have him again on next Monday.
-even if that means also that I will sleep more next week-
We had to eat some dark (Lindt) chocolate and write a poem or a history that this taste reminds us.
here is only my story because I'm not very proud of the drawing I did.
It was not the day, it was not the
night. I was under the earth; in a kind of half-night.
Under the ground.
Stuck in mud, my feet were moving
closely away from the sharp trail.
The cave was enormous, huge and
stupendous. But I didn’t feel little in front of it. Actually, I wanted to be a
part of this water melting with the brown thick ground.
Plic. Ploc. Drop of curving water
were falling to the ground. From the top. In a line.
Stalactites grew up. Stalagmites
I let the rest of the group fading
away. I stayed in front of a close vault of rock. As the light of our guide was
vanishing down I raised my arm toward the huge wall.
Drop singing resonated in my hands
when I finally touched it. And the water falling on the wall took another path.
I felt the cold running through my arm, beading through my veins. I was
listening to this feeling again. I was a waterfall under earth.
I remember thinking that I can
escape from my body and become so much taller !
I was growing up without moving my
feet from the ground like a part of the cave. In my deep soul, for the first
time, I was silent, calm. Right.
And my mom called me.
But I didn’t reply.
In fact. I was a stalagmite.
same process for the listening of Miles Davis "King of Blue"
bubbles on silky way.
Park or shine.
the question of the mass in the gravity.
Urban sensuality ?
and my jazz interpretation in picture
At the end of the week we had to do a full picture of an astronaut who just discovered a ancient civilization on an other planet but he will be attacked soon by alien, in white and black, using all we learnt (line, shape, focus point, contrast) and a Samouraï Jack kind of style