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Moving...

2008-08-08T18:32:00.000-07:00

Yo, so Idk if anyone actually reads this, but I dont like blogger. So I am going to switch to Livejournal. But its going to be under a different name, cause me and my sister are opening our own online store at etsy.com. Its called Mike n Dexter :D Im Mike, she is Dexter. I'll explain more on the new blog. But its either going to be a co-blog with her or a solo with me, if she doesnt want to blog. Idk. But yeah, the blog is here: NEW BLOG.

Thanks,

:]

How lame am I?

2008-08-08T10:00:00.000-07:00

Wow... so I didnt post for a long time.... Here are some more pics for you! Three paintings (Done in order) and a digital collage. I had never done a collage on the computer before, so I hope you like it. :D

Oh wow...

2008-07-12T22:41:00.000-07:00

It's been a while... Lol, but these are a few of the most recent things I have done.At least for painting... Drawing class only one thing is worthy of showing on here:
More soon,

Dauphine

The Pre-College Art Experiance (Illustration Friday: A Hoard of Nudes)

2008-06-24T20:03:00.000-07:00

These are some of my first assignments for my new online pre-college art program! Its been really hectic these last couple of days, trying to figure out just what I am doing. I have messed up and misread assignments, misread due dates (nothing is late thanks goodness), and have wanted to scream and rip it all up. But other than that, I am really happy with these classes. I am taking photography, still life painting, drawing, and animation. So far, the first three were pretty easy and are done. Animation, on the other hand, is a pain. I have no idea what I am doing right now, but as soon as I find out, Ill let you know!
These two (above) are "mass gesture forms." Basically, its a different way to view a form. You see it as a "mass" rather than the lines. The two (below) are "linear gesture forms." Pretty much normal drawing, I guess. I like linear better, but I obviously need to work on both. :P

And this, is my first real life- still life painting! I am really happy with it, and I am excited to see how much more I progress through the class.
This week, our only assignment for photography was to show your favorite photo and critique it. I chose an old man playing the violin. I really couldn't think of my all time favorite, so I chose one that was cool. :)

Well, as soon as I figure out my animation class, Ill post my work from it!

Frazzled,

Dauphine

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I HAVE FINISHED IT! HAHAHAHAHAH! YES!!! I have finished my animation project! It isn't a lot, but they will get better :]
Here is my first every animation movie: (all 3 seconds of it :D)

And this is one I made just for fun! :D

Here are more of the people I drew: (The ones I misread the assignment on)

*Vanishes in a puff of sleepy smoke*

Cupcake (Corel PHOTO-PAINT)

2008-06-18T15:35:00.000-07:00

The Forgotten World of June

2008-06-09T16:53:00.000-07:00

I was walking the other day- something I hardly ever do anymore- and I stumbled upon a small path. It was ordinary and yellow, but I felt something – most likely my imagination- pull me down it. I was assaulted with visions of stories and tales that could take place on a path such as the one my green sneakers trotted on. I pulled my Polaroid camera from my bag, and pushed my glasses further up my nose. I was ready for my imaginary adventure.
I walked for a while, taking pictures of little bits of nature that inspired me and any story that happened to tickle my brain. Pictures of the roots of trees, all spiny and rotted; of my sneakers caked with red-orange mud; of flowers bent in such a way that brought images of couples kissing to the forefront of the mind. They all intrigued me for different reasons, but I knew they would find a place on my bedroom wall, just like the others. You see, I am a collector of stories and pictures that tell stories. I hang them on my wall or tuck them away in the big trunk at the foot of my bed. Then, at night, when I find myself unable to sleep, I pull them out and look at them and imagine.
So trips like these, bring great excitement and happy little flutters to my heart. But unlike the other trips, something remarkable happened on this trip. I had lost track of the time, of course, and by the time I realized it… the sun was hanging lowly in the sky. I found myself torn with the need to turn and head home, and my lust for more adventure. Dejectedly, envisioning my mother- red faced and worried- I turned home.
But once I turned, I found that there were two paths rather than the one yellow path I had originally came on. I looked up both of them, searching for something I remembered from my walk up to that point. However, lucky me, could see no difference in the paths. So I picked right. Because the “right” path should be on the “right”. Ha! Dodgy logic.
Needless to say, it was the wrong way. So instead of finding the field I would need to cross to get to my house, I found a trail of awkward colored mushrooms. I knew I shouldn’t, that I should go back and try the other path, but I promised myself I would do just that… in a few more minutes. First I wanted to see where the path of mushrooms led……

To Be Continued...

*throws confetti, dissapears*

Pears and Apples on Corel

2008-06-06T20:00:00.000-07:00

Lady in Pink (Corel PHOTO-PAINT)

2008-06-03T21:58:00.000-07:00

Nude and a Baby (The Forgotten Post)

2008-06-01T14:08:00.001-07:00

Done with Corel PHOTO-PAINT X3.

Electricity- Illustration Friday

2008-05-10T21:52:00.000-07:00

Sorry for the lack of updates! School has been really crazy. Hopefully, after we take our finals and school lets out, I'll be able to update if not daily, pretty often. So please hang in there!

The picture is charcoal and it represents the electric shock that explodes in your veins when some one looks at you like they can see in your soul. Hope you enjoy it!

Yours,Dauphine

I am waiting- A Poem

2008-04-21T17:09:00.001-07:00

I am waiting, patiently waiting for life to get going
And I am waiting for blue moons and
Clovers to no longer hold sway
For the rebirth of reason and trust
And I am waiting for bloody wrists
To stop bleeding
And I am waiting
To talk to you on your level and
For the obituaries to be written in yellow ink
And I am waiting, patiently waiting
For Mississippi to collide with Tennessee

I am waiting for Jane to forget the
Wife in the attic
And I am waiting for the body
To be whole again
And the ribs to stop protruding
For the quiet nerd to shout aloud
Screaming obscene thoughts and ideas
And I am waiting, patiently waiting for
People to say what they mean

I am waiting, heart clenched tight, for
The discovery of the need for a window
And I am waiting for the man in the sea to simply sink
For chalk to taste like banana and
For Mr. Potter sign my chest
And I am waiting, patiently waiting for scarves to be warm
For the American Eagle not to be purchased in paper bags
And I am waiting to avenge the Black Tulip
And I am waiting for little clay lions to tell me
Where the answers are
For the rainbow’s end to be found
And I am waiting for hearts to pound, pound, pound

I am waiting, so patiently waiting
For young sisters to know they are beautiful
Not just a toy for a silly boy
I am waiting, patiently waiting for Kindergarten trust
Not be shattered, shattered, shattered
I am waiting for the day, may it be now
May it be forever, when I truly can say “Wow!”

Sketching: A Poem

2008-04-08T16:57:00.000-07:00

Greetings!
First let me explain the two above photos. The one of the bride was a picture I took in New Orleans over Spring break. This bride was getting her shots done on the steps of the art museum there. It was a striking scene, and I felt I had to capture it. I may also be drawing her soon, but I am not 100% sure as of yet. The other picture is my very first charcoal work. I am not very good with people, but I am determined to be great so I need to practice. She is more cartoon than I would like, so when I draw people I am trying to develop the skill to draw them life like. My style does have a bit of a cartoonish feel to it, and that is something that kind of bothers me. I really want to be able to draw realistically, but I am coming to terms with the fact that different people have different styles.
Now, I am sorry I haven’t updated in the last couple of days. I have school during the week, so it’s hard to balance school, art classes, Tae Kwon Do, and still being able to hang out with friends. However, the weekend usually provides more time for me to just relax and create.
I am really happy about getting two more comments on the blog with my first ballet girl! Thank you very much for your feedback, as it is what keeps a blog like mine really going.
Hm, today in English we were assigned to write a poem that we would enter into a school wide contest. There are no real prizes, but the knowledge of being a better poet than the rest is very thrilling. So I am going to post the poem that I wrote and hopefully you will give me honest feed back on it!

We had to do it in a (I believe its called acrostic?) form and I chose "Sketching."

Here it goes:

Scribbling hastily, my pen does make form
Kittens too trite, my pen refusing to draw
Even as I plead and beg, iron pen doth protest
The struggle begins, my brow damp with frustration
Chillingly it runs through my veins
Hacking at my will and my love for the art
Imagine if you will, a painter hating the brush, a nun hating the Bible, a judge- the law, a
Great cry erupts from my lips, and looking down, great art from my pen

What do you think? I kind of liked it. It shows that art doesn’t exactly come really easily. It’s a struggle some times and it takes a true artist to stick to it and conquer the difficult task. Interpret how you will, but that’s what it means to me.

Well, I guess I better get back to cleaning my room. But I hope you have a wonderful day or night. Depending upon time and location, of course. :]

Yours,
Dauphine Poole

In Motion

2008-04-05T15:42:00.001-07:00

This is my latest ballet girl. She is also done in charcoal and on news print paper. She looks better in person, but since I don’t have a scanner, this is the best pic I could take of her.

But anyway, I am really excited about two comments on the last post :] That may seem like child's play for some of you who have like a zillion on each post, but for me.... its lovely! So thanks to those who commented, and to those who just lurked... hopefully I can create something that you find worthy enough to comment.

Now, I would like to post a few little things I wrote in response to a game my best friend and I were playing. We were really bored and so we decided to come up with a number and write something with that number of words. Then we picked a word and wrote a little scene or something that fell under that word. So, in loving memory of the game and that night, I'll post a few here.

The scene I wrote to the word "sequence":

"Grandma?" I ask the little old lady in the corner. She is all wrinkly, all powdered. But perhaps she isn’t really that old. Perhaps it’s simply her appearance, like some droopy mask. Her white hair, her pink cheeks, her blue eyes. All whisper of an old soul. But most of all its her sequence jacket. The refusal to remove it endears her to my heart. She is a stubborn old bird. Its bright colors that shine atrociously in the florescent lights embarrass mother. But ol' grans doesn’t care. She looks up at me from behind her bottle glasses, and I laugh. "I love you, Grans."

What do you think? Simple. Short. And was written in less than five minutes. Kirsten, my best friend, got a kick out of it, and we went on to make up this really elaborate story about this old lady and her family. Maybe one day I will post it, but for now.... I think Grans needs her rest. You know how old ladies get when they stay up too late. They stay in bed too long, and miss the good stuff at the breakfast bar, and then... oh my! I'll stop. I promise.

This is my response to the number "13”:
I walk blindly, only my blood stained knife in my hand leading my steps.

I promise I am not crazy or a killer. It just comes to me sometimes. Sometimes I write dark, others light and cheerful. Depends on my mood, I guess. But it seems to me that I write in extremes. Either really happy and cheerful, really sad and depressed, or morbid and dark. But I like to write things that are shocking in some way.

But I guess this is the end of this post. I may add more in a while, but Idk...

Yours,
Dauphine

First of many..

2008-03-28T19:10:00.000-07:00

Greetings,
I have only had a few people look at my blog so far, and no comments. Kinda sad, but its ok! Because really, if I happened upon a site with out anything to offer, no pics, no art, no anything... I doubt I would comment or stay long. So, with this post, I shall put one poem and one or two samples of my art up!
let's start with the poem:
For English we had to do a poem about this paper we had to write. My paper was on tyranny, so I wrote a poem that was about a famous tyrant. Enjoy.

Tyranny Thy Name is ‘Queen’

With lips so red
E’ry word one comes to dread
She is quick to decree
A death to thee
By slightest offense
Her pompous arm shall tense
“Off with her head!”
And then you are dead

Any good? I like it :D
Ok, so now for one of my first charcoal drawings. This is my entry for Illustration Friday's "Save." I call it "Through Dance I Am Saved." I don't dance, but I love to watch it and I think it is a truly beautiful type of expression and art. This is done with Primo-Charcoal pencils and on news-print sketch paper. Well, I think that'll be all for now! Have a wonderful day or night!

Yours,

Dauphine

Welcome!

2008-03-25T18:40:00.000-07:00

I'm Dauphine Poole, a high school student.
I make art. I paint art. I draw art. I write art. I breath art. I live art. I think art. I am an artist.
I will try to stay faithful in this blog, as sadly, this is not my first time around the blog-block, so to speak. I have started and stopped close to a billion blogs, and frankly.... I'm sick of it. I want people to know who I am and what I do. So here goes another shot!

Now, let me introduce myself properly.
I am 16, but I'm not ignorant or naive; so if you are a pedophile, you'll have to look elsewhere for your prey. I got into art rather recently. Of course, I have always done crafts, as my mother is Queen of Creativity. But my personal talents and the like, really started developing this summer. I painted a pretty little picture of a girl and since then.... Well, lets just say art has become an obsession of mine.

I enjoy painting, a lot. I use watercolor (personal favorite) and acrylic mostly; however, for Easter I received a oil set. But I am too scared to use it just yet. I also just started drawing with charcoal, but tonight I drew one of the best girls I have ever drawn. I also sketch with my ebony pencil and I used to draw on EVERYTHING with sharpies. The thin ones to be exact. My sister, even now, walks around in a pair of white vans that I decorated for her....Which, if I do say so myself, are pretty nifty.

I take art lessons daily in school, and once a week with a small little art class hosted by the wonderful Ms. Green, whom I love dearly. I also tend to draw on every little scrap that comes my way. In school, I have had a teacher that pulled me aside to request that I stop doodling on all of my assignments. I grudgingly, obliged.

But besides art of the visual sorts, I write. I am pretty confident in my stories and poems... Well, as confident as one can be at 16. But hopefully, one day I will be known not only for my art but my writing as well. It is my dream for the name Dauphine Poole to be known in every household.... or at least most of them. Maybe along with my art, I will post little stories and poems I write.... but that's a big maybe. I hardly like sharing my work until I think it is positively perfect.

Hm, well I think that is enough for our first meeting. I wouldn't want you learning everything about me now and you not wanting to come back for more.... and more. So for the present, I bid thee a wonderful day or night. Depending upon time and location, of course.

Yours,

Dauphine