I just turned in my final paper this morning. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm done with the school year. I'm sure half of that essay didn't make any sense, since I wrote it in the early morning and was shaking from a Mountain Dew overload through most of it, but the fact that I'm done is good enough.
Finals were all right, for the most part. My Narrative Illustration final was tough, mainly because I didn't start on it until the day before it was due. Smart, I know. The assignment was to illustrate a story of our choosing, in as many or few pieces as we wanted, but without words. If the class, seeing the piece for the first time, had trouble following what was going on, we would lose major points. Scary. I was tempted to immediately jump into a fairy tale or make up a random story, but, after wasting about three quarters of my time brainstorming, I finally decided on Joan of Arc. I liked it because I could break it into three distinct parts: visions, battle and trial/burning. Plus, I wanted to draw a lady with cool hair and armor. I chose to depict her visions as crazy flame-like things erupting from her eyes, mainly inspired by some illuminated manuscripts I like. This is the final page from the project. Just like the rest of my recent work, it's dip pen and ink on Bristol, colored digitally in Photoshop. I might post more pages if I feel like it.
I'm off to Florida on Friday. Sunshine. Tan people. Warmth. Eww.