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Name: Aris
Country: United States
Metro: Pittsburgh
Birthday: 2/19/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Graphic Design, Warhammer (FB/40k), Magic the Gathering, D&D, and Nerding it in the extreme.
Nerds = Sexy
Expertise: Hockey, Graphic Art, War Gaming, Martial Arts.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
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AIM:  uberaris
Yahoo:  a_goalie30
Member Since:
12/8/2005
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| As many, (almost all) of you know, I am an artist. As an art student,
my college life has been considerably different from my friends and
peers. For example, Brandon has to write 13 journal entries in
Japanese, John program a simple calculator, (no small task, he assures
me). Me on the other hand, have to make a sculpture and present it by
tuesday.
At first this may seem like a cake walk to many. I
don't have to punch out digits or write some ..10 page transcript on
the benefits of global aid... But what I do is at least, if not more
challenging then what others do for classes. What most of you have to
learn by study, I have to learn from muscle memory, Learning a variety
of different wrist, finger and hand movements to achieve a certain
line/shade/variance/curve/etc. That alone isn't really that bad, sure,
like anything it takes practice, but the more one does, the better one
gets as long as I keep pushing myself to do better. But drawing a
picture isn't enough.
If you can draw say... Winnie the Pooh,
and you can draw Winnie as great as Walt himself, and have every aspect
of Pooh down to an exact science... Well thats great, you managed to
perfect your drawing of that character. The thing is though, you just
joined the tens of hundreds of others who can draw Pooh exceptionally
well. Original concept is huge, and even Artists have a form of
plagiarism. For each project I do, I need to make hundreds of concept
sketches, or at least have a good 2 dozen good idea's, (usually I have
to have both) sit down and have to see what works and what doesn't.
Now
I'm not complaining and this is by no means a bitch session, I'm just
explaining how going to college for art is different from going to
college for say... English Ed, or Physics. What I really want to talk
about is my feelings on Art itself, and what it means to me.
I've
been doing a lot of thinking on the topic of my art, what it means to
me, how I see it, what its purpose is, and I think that I've come to a
few conclusions.
To start, ever since I was little I wanted to
help people, I wanted people to be happy, and I hated seeing my parents
argue or be upset with each other, I hated to see kids cry, and still
do. I consider myself to be an emotionally fueled individual. Meaning
that when I'm Happy, I will do something that makes me feel good, and
when I am sad, I get upset and want to talk to someone to get things
off my chest. So this has really fueled my thoughts on art, and I will
sum up these thoughts by saying this:
"I want my art to affect
people. Be it due to love, disgust, anger, offense, happiness, or
sorrow. If my piece makes one want to reach out to it, and feel it,
then I know that for a breif instant, they had forgotten their every
other thought and were focused entirely on my work. That is my sign of
success."
I want my art to carry you, my audience, away. I want
you to see my piece and want to move with it, feel it, relate to it. I
want my work to evoke emotion, I want you to see my piece and feel
happy, or feel offended. To feel Offended, or to feel relation. When my
piece wants to draw you in, and you feel a brief sirens call, then I
know that I have made something worth showing.
Another thing I
believe: Art isn't for Artists. Art isn't something that is made for
the few and there are no such thing as "good artists". A "good artist"
is just someone who figured out proportion right, or had a good idea
and it stuck. Everyone has a creative side, and everyone can make art.
If you have a tune pop in your head, and you've never heard it before
so you whistles it; That is a form of art. If you draw a bad picture of
your grandma, but you tried your best: that is art. If you take a
picture that seems to bring back memories of something that you've
thought you've forgotten: that is art.
Art schools, TV,
Movies, have convinced people that Artists are trained, disciplined,
and precise. No way in hell is that remotely true. I have seen great
work that rivals anything I've ever done from people that just got an
idea and played around in photoshop. No training, no discipline, just
enjoying the moment of doing and completing something they had set
their mind to.
But sadly, not everyone KNOWS their creative.
Society has taught us that creativity leads no where. No money, no
future, its a silly thing for children. And that's what many believe. I
can't begin to tell you how many people say the word "Can't" or
"Couldn't" followed immediately by "EVER do anything like that" upon
seeing my or someone else's work. And I always say 'Sure you can, you
just haven't tried' and that person will just smile meekly and give me
that look that says both "Bullshit" and "Don't patronize me" all in
one. And honestly I mean neither, its true that anyone can do what I,
or Ben, or Steve, or any of us artists can do.
Yes, talent
takes practice, but even Picasso started off with stick figures, (and
arguably... ended with stick figures... freaking cubism...) if people
would take the time to just sit down and try to draw a picture, or buy
some $3 clay and make a crude putty figure, and really just try... try
ones best and be happy taking the time to yourself to attempt something
you never thought you could do before, I'm sure you will surprise
yourself.
So I say to you all, don't let anyone tell you that
art is worthless, don't think that you can't be creative because it
seems childish, be free to express yourself through ink and paper,
paint and canvas, clay and tool.
I hope that some of you
take this blog to heart, if even one person reads this and feels that
he/she wants to go draw or take a picture or what have you, I think
maybe I can sleep better at night knowing that somewhere out there,
someone is learning again what it means to truly be free. Art is
freedom, absolute and unwavering, it is life and death, and there is
beauty in all. Trust in your self, trust in your imagination, and allow
your creativity to flow again.
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On an unrelated note; yes I'm going to be posting from time to time now on Xanga once more.
Coming soon: An update on my life and such.
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| So I found out on monday that I have a chicken pox for a second time, thus I was home all week, and by home I mean back in Amish land. back to indiana on saturday, back in the dorm sunday.
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| At leslie's house. Giving a shout out to the Xanga people out there.
woo!
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| ello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you miss you)
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| Note to self... if I ever EVER want to pursue a career in Figure Drawing... kick my ass.
Hard.
Still planning for spring break. Proably going to go out to Anderson again, thats going to be awesome if I can get out there. Leslie and I are going strong as ever, she doesn't have the internet so I have an excuse for her to call me for a change. ha! 
Classes this week are hellish, 2 projects to finish and no idea how I'm going to do this one... I hate shading...
new art on my Deviant art:
http://uberaris.deviantart.com
enjoy
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