A 5 Minute Me. - day 12.
Thursday, July 31st, 2008


DAY TWELVE RESULTS:
Face Shape: If there was a word for the accuracy of my face shape in this illustration, it would be - wonky. My left jaw (right) look like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, if it was televised.
Eyes: Surprisingly accurate. I’m starting to get a lot more used to drawing them and what defining features helps me create more of a likeness to myself when working on these self portraits.
Nose: A little small and very crooked. I think that I still managed to make the bottom portion look similar to how it actually does in real life though.
Mouth: Looks a bit too animated, but as I’ve found with the eyes, I’m learning what parts to draw in order to increase the likeness to myself.
Details: There is obviously no real shading in this 5 Minute Me. I wanted to try something different and do a contour drawing, but as I was doing it, I realized that it didn’t jump as much as I wanted it to, so I trailed back over and filled in the eyes, brows, and nostrils. I still didn’t lift my pencil off the page for the duration of the illustration.
Final Thoughts: I am exhausted today. I’ll admit that this one was actually pretty trying. Knowing that you’ve gotta do something everyday for the sake of your own projects and commitment to yourself and others really helps you realize how much you can bring out of yourself even when you’d rather not perform. I know it’s just a drawing, but I think that the 5 Minute Me project has brought me back to the dedication of The Beer Weight Experiment, and although in most cases this is far easier than the BWE was, there are still similar difficulties in commitment to my word to gut through it that I’ve found myself facing. No pun intended.

DAY TWELVE PIECE:
The Others. (written in 4mins 49secs)
I’m tired of being appeased and appealed to
by those who I can see through
and peel right by.
My speed may lie in my will to stand still;
see this cliff for the challenge of it’s hill
and not be too concerned with jumping at the end.
It’s easier to think like this when you
just recovered from the crash down.
The majority of new casualties didn’t know me past now
or before this year.
They seen me ordering 12 beers and asked for a sip.
I watched them act like an ass and never asked them for shit.
I got knife wounds like worms and one I actually stitched.
They got it hard.
What I see is what I get,
Softy.
be.
07.31.08





















