Chroma #4

Welcome back! For this week’s edition of Chroma, I generated this palette:

This illustration is a lot messier/more fluid than I typically draw, but I was inspired by some different drawings I’d seen online and thought I could expand on my typically structured pieces. I definitely had some fun just drawing some random stuff! Specifically, I based this piece on the end scene of the 2001 film “Mulholland Drive”, which I couldn’t get out of my head after a bad trip. It’s a pretty depressing movie, but I would still recommend watching if you have the time and emotional stability. 🙂

The Indian Artist, Revamped: Halloween Edition!

Good evening everyone, I hope that you are all doing well. I know I am a week late to the spooky party but I wanted to share one of my favorite older pieces that I thought fit the season perfectly!

BĂȘte Noire is an original piece of mine done in ink, with dimensions of 8″x 11″. It was my dive into a literal form of expressive art. Dictated by a prompt given to me in my high school art course, I wanted to take my fear of spiders to a different level, a place where the viewer cringes and feels something deep within themselves. My goal in this piece was to not only develop my technical skills but also to create work that can evoke emotion. This is a piece that I was very excited to take on and something that I had vividly seen in my head before executing. I wanted to create a piece that demonstrates a visceral reaction, combining technique with emotion.

Spiders are a symbol of Halloween so I thought that this was the perfect piece to showcase. My mother hates looking at this drawing and recoils, while my best friend winces but never diverts her gaze. As odd as it may sound, I have never rejoiced so much to have people look away when I showed them my art. The minimalized lines lend to creating a cohesive work that demonstrates a clear image of horror, one of the true powers of art.

Please let me know if there is anything you all would like to see from me. If any questions or thoughts arise, please comment or reach out to me at my socials!

 

Until next week,

Riya

 

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Portfolio: https://theindianartist.weebly.com/

I like your love lies 

How they spread up into my hands 

Dissipate like water beads sprinkling across my skin 

I like how your twisted tongue turns poetry into song 

With verses that don’t rhyme 

I like 

How you lace my drinks with antiquity 

Quiet my sobs with ecstasy 

And paint them as honesty 

Your lips keep all of them contained within me 

Sealed with the kiss of your disdain 

 

A Day In Our Lives #3

Hey Guys!

 

This week I wanted to bring back the squirrels since you all liked them so much the first week! I personally don’t like football very much but I know a lot of people do! It is exciting that we’ve won last weekend. I saw a photo of a squirrel eating a candy bar on the Diag on Snapchat and I thought it was pretty funny. I love the cute little culture we have around the squirrels on campus.  I really like drawing with this like cute shading style I have been doing for these posts. If you have anything that you see or experience on campus or around Ann Arbor comment below or get ahold of me! I’d love to include your ideas in my posts.

See you next Sunday!
Marissa

Evolving Emotions: Fear

Imposter syndrome, overthinking, and self-sabotage are among the many struggles faced by all people. When possible, take the leap and believe that you can. You are capable but must convince yourself of it for anything to be attempted and achieved.

 

This is the final installment of “Fear.” The topics of self-sabotage, calming reminders, and a touch of motivation are vitally important to discuss, especially in an academic context. I hope that you stay determined and chase what you want in life. You deserve it!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1zYeJuztwfo3q2dQwU-gnyvkPDvDHgHkHOcOoOdsm1rM/edit?usp=sharing

 

 

 

We’ve all been there: Hyperventilating in a corner or utterly hysterical over circumstances out of our hands. Just remember, you have lungs. So, take in some air, find some steady ground, and tread onward.
Is there a thought, goal, or dream cowering in the recesses of your mind collecting fictional dust? Perhaps taking it from the shadows and pursuing it without fear of unpleasant outcomes may be better than clogging your head with dust bunnies?