I recently stumbled upon a mixed emotion-inducing goldmine in my family’s spare bedroom—virtually my entire art collection compiled since I was born. I casually curated a selection from age 15 to present, weeded out the über embarrassing, and included quick snapshots to share with you. As stated, these are somewhat embarrassing, but everyone starts somewhere, right? They inspire me to work harder. Be gentle please. I’m a delicate flower…
Toucan (vintage Guinness poster Rip-off) | oil bar | Age 17
(plagiarism is o.k. when you’re 17?)
Field of Birds | colored pencil | Age 17
(placed 7th in drawing category at Culture Shapers, an area contest for high school aged artists)
[Insert the void from age 18-19 a.k.a. “quitting art and getting my biology degree”]
To see pieces designed after 2008, go to my portfolio site.
As you can see, I had a thing for drawing birds when I was in high school. I still do and I think most artists do. It’s probably tied to the graphic and geometric nature of their anatomy. Also this.
I’m slightly more critical of the latter two images shown above as these are the most recent. But I’m not interested in reworking them. They are what they are. Looking back it’s interesting to see the transition from “fine art” to design (if it’s appropriate to call colored pencil and stippling “fine”). My school did not offer solely a drawing concentration which is what I was interested in originally for pursuing medical illustration. Multiple people directed me toward graphic design saying it was the next best thing and better paying as far as art jobs go. I will not lie. I did not know what graphic design was when I signed up for it. I sat through most of my art history class confused, which is probably why I sold the book soon after. Once I made it into the design program I didn’t understand why my professors got excited about fonts and letters. And paper. As time went on I understood. Well, not so much the paper part. It’s been a learning process.
So there is a humbling selection of my past drawings and designs. I like my work better now, that’s for sure. But I know I can improve—and I strive to. This weekend in Dallas was especially inspiring to me in that sense for numerous reasons. I believe our ability to advance and learn new things is limitless.