2 Minute Quick Sketches - Feel More Think Less | ULOG #SIXTEEN

This was one of the first drawings where I felt I was starting to get the hang of this quicksketch technique. I still haven't mastered it, but I think I can get close.

The good thing about this is that when you feel like you are getting the hang of drawing you can 'feel' more and 'think' less. 'Feeling' more is how I like to work nowadays.  If I 'think' too much I mess myself up.

Robert was a great model.  He retired a while back.

He always struck poses that echoed some kind of story.

These ladies were a nice respite.  Drawing males all the time, especially when the school hires the same male model over and over again can get old real fast.  It kills the energy.  No disrespect to the model, but, artists need some variety. I love drawing women. I need more women.  I'm thinking I'm going to hire some women to just come over to the studio and pose.  I feel like I'm getting rusty and need to paint more.

I think this testing of these cross-posts is beneficial.

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@PixelColada

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Test Post Please Ignore | ULOG #TWELVE

This is a quick test post.  I recently got this green screen and I love it.  It's the same one @exyle purchased. I got mine from Amazon.

It's the Elgato Collapsible Green Screen.  It works fantastically. I'll post a video about it shortly. I got it mainly to use with OBS. I don't game, but I do record videos for my students.  This is intended to help with that.  Maybe I will start gaming.

I'm using it with a Logitech c922 Pro 1080P Webcam which came with a small tripod and ChromaKey software.

Logitech 1080p Pro Stream Webcam for HD Video Streaming and Recording
Logitech 1080p Pro Stream Webcam for HD Video Streaming and Recording

That camera really works well.  I was thinking of getting the Razer Kiyo because it has a ring light, but I'm getting enough light on my face from the windows.

Razer Kiyo - Full HD 1080P Streaming Camera - Pro Webcam Optimized for Youtube/Twitch - Worlds First In-Built Ring Light
Razer Kiyo - Full HD 1080P Streaming Camera - Pro Webcam Optimized for Youtube/Twitch - Worlds First In-Built Ring Light

But first, I wanted to make a quick post that tested Steempress with custom tags. I want to see if this post will work.

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@PixelColada

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Bisaya not for me

When I was very young, my parents made the decision to never speak Bisaya to me. Growing up in America, they didn't want me to have to struggle in school, being confused by two languages.

I grew up struggling with how to speak English based on my parent's heavy Filipino accent. And when we visited family, I felt like an outsider because I didn't know or understand Bisaya.

I'm still pretty slow with it. I understand better now than I can speak. But in college it really bothered me. When you leave home, you start to discover who you really are. It bothered me that I felt so disconnected from my heritage. As an art student, I did a few paintings about it. These paintings are from my last trip in 1993.

Preparing Lechon
Preparing Lechon
Preparing Lechon Detail
Preparing Lechon Detail

When I presented these paintings in class to my fellow students, no onereally seemed to care. No one could understand my experience from my point of view. I wasn't a good enough painter back then to express how I felt. But even if I was a better painter, I still don't think any of them would have cared more.

Selfie w/ Jeepney Painting

Now that I'm much older, I don't worry about it so much. That struggle is no longer one that occupies my daily thoughts.

Jeepney w/ Lamp
Jeepney w/ Lamp

My wife understands how I feel. She understands my longing for my culture and she can see how happy I am when family visits us. She's not Filipino, but she does what she can to make me feel like our house has a little bit of back home. She made that lamp for me out of paper. Both of them. Just little things.

My Uncle told me that "Love is finding someone who understands you."

Thanks,
@PixelColada


Dance as a Means of Escape

I’m grateful for bad experiences. Those bad times can force you to create better times. Better times lead to good times.

One of my first jobs out of school, I had a manager who had no experience as an art director. Being micromanaged by someone who didn’t know what they wanted was an uncomfortable situation and super frustrating. There was a helplessness in that I didn’t know how to fix the situation and no one I could go to for help. The sensation felt like wanting to escape, but something holding me back. That doesn’t quite encapsulate how I felt, but I tried to do my best work. It was extremely rare when I felt like I had achieved it. The designs and ideas didn't feel like they were mine. At all. In school, this was referred to as “being a wrist.” But if I am being truly honest with myself, I was enduring the misery in the hopes I could power through it. It never occurred to me that I could just go find better job. Back then, in my mind, quitting or getting fired was tantamount to failure. I was young then, and didn't know how to resolve interpersonal conflicts.

The frustration of having someone indecisive sit behind me whispering in my ear how she wanted me to move the mouse, “click on this,” or “change the size of that,” slowly drove me insane. The heat from her face on the back of my neck. This being one of my first in-house jobs, I had no idea it wasn’t supposed to be like this. There weren’t any computers in the art department of my college at the time. My teachers taught traditional drawing and painting, with pencil and paper, markers, oil paint and acrylics. Early Photoshop couldn't even do layers back then and was crazy expensive. My school was rigorous and competitive, with no room for whining. I had no idea that in the real world, your boss wasn’t supposed to ride you like Zorro. I thought this was normal and every job was like this and I just needed to suck it up and deal.

On a lark, my neighbor invited me to go to a local Ballroom Dance studio to get me out of my funk and my house. It was fun and I signed up for lessons. As I learned to dance, I realized that I was making own decisions. I was reacting to the music, putting together steps and creating my own moves. There was no longer an indecisive "team lead" whispering in my ear exactly what I should do (and then say no, I don't like that, put it back the way it was), the music went in my ear, to my brain, and out my feet. The ladies I was dancing with followed my lead, without question. It was so liberating.

It got to the point where I was dancing for three or four hours a night, for over a year. Going for breakfast after midnight and eating a full meal. I could feel the calories evaporating off my skin along with my sweat. Waking up at 6 o’clock to get ready for work and then doing it all over again. I was so healthy back then.

Dancing was fun. I was a fiend for finding new places with live bands. I regret stopping. I even did a couple of professional gigs as a dancer. I miss those days. I wonder if I can ever get back to them.

Checking to see if my dance shoes still fit.

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