"Waste" was probably the most fun with art I had in a while. I had been having a tough day. I was overthinking certain things I said, believing, like Jemma Ford in the drawing, that I was a "waste". At the same time though, I had hope for my future and I infused it into my art. While I originally planned to simply have Jemma falling from the sky into a pile of her failures, I realized that she deserved hope and maybe I did, too. I added that her failures pooled into a bright sunset, my favorite time of day. Feel free to interpret my work as you wish, but to me, Jemma's failures are what makes her her. They are what makes her strong enough to take on the next day and deserve that sunset. Even with her struggles, she still is strong. Thanks for reading! How do you interpret "Waste"?
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One of my favorite books are the Frazzled series by Booki Vivat. I love how the author mixes words and drawings together, each caught in a symbiotic relationship. Her art has really inspired me and my art. I have now started drawing images with simple words surrounded by a picture symbolizing the words. If you follow me on Instagram, then you know about "Waste". In the drawing, I have girl falling from the sky into the word "waste". The word itself has streams of liquids extending from each letter to a pool that reflects the sky. With "Waste", I attempted to illustrate how when someone feels like a waste, sometimes there is hope. It's just buried under the whole mess. I've had a lot of fun drawing lately and I hope you enjoy my new style. While you're at it, check out Booki Vivat! See you in August!
Okay, I know I'm not supposed to say what my art means, but I'm not going to force my ideas down your throats. This is how I see my art and if you see it in a completely different way, good or bad, that's your view and I accept it. I imagine this taking place in the fictional town of Buchtton, probably by Warner Field or the baseball arena. The girl lives around that area and is spending a night out to see the stars, possibly worried about an upcoming test or something more serious. I hoped to convey the message that although life can feel hopeless, little spots of joy can be found right behind you. Through middle school, I struggled with finding positives in my day and reminding myself that I was not alone. Too often I found myself sitting by myself at lunch and staring at my friends from far away. In sixth grade, I buried myself in books. In seventh grade, it was graphic novels. Eighth grade, music. I still love all those things, but over the years I've realized that I can find happiness in the way light shimmers through the window, in the way wood itches against my fingertips, or even how rain drips down a hill. Well, thank you for reading! How do you interpret my art?
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