Proof…

April 20, 2010

…I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my life in the 10th grade.

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From the back of an old sketchbook…long-lost and forgotten at Granny J’s house.  Judging my the wonky “Y” in my last name, I had yet to nail down my signature.

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October 26, 2007

It’s all coming together…my marathon website overhaul, though timely and tedious, has gone smoothly…and I think my body has finally decided not to fight the sleep deprivation…(becoming more and more like Dad everyday…)

I’ve begun sorting through old work and deciding what will “stay” and what will “go” when I’m through with this little endeavor…and in the process, I came across images of the first mural I ever painted.  I was around 16 years old, and my neighbor paid me $50 to tackle a wall in her nursery (I made more money working at GapKids, but it didn’t matter…I had a wall to paint)  I spent the whole summer on this little endeavor, it consumed my life.  I didn’t have a clue as to what I doing…just paint as you go, and fill in negative space.

This was a turning point in my life…my Father will tell you it was around this time that I came and sat on their bed, and told he and my step-mother, exactly the direction I wanted to go in my life.  I wanted to go to art school…but not just any art school, I wanted SCAD…and I wanted to be an illustrator, and an art teacher.   I presented them with a DREAM, and they selflessly made it possible every step of the way.

In all, I am truly blessed to have had people believe in me…it took a lot of faith for my neighbors to allow me to paint that wall all those years ago…and it took an incredible amount of love from my parents to allow me to live my dream.

and now for the sake of nostalgia…

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a little fuzzy…back then we had slides, not digital files…lol!

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Thank God, I got some formal training in Color Theory!

out of control

October 24, 2007

look…just look at this mess! At least I managed to get a full 8 hours sleep last night…(thanks a million Cima!) By the way, I hear there is a curious little store up north that sells storage for everything? Does anyone know the name so I can petition it to come here? At this point I might travel 100 miles just to get this mess straightened out…

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poor mona…see her on the floor…I don’t think she likes it there…

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what time is it?

October 23, 2007

My abnormal sleeping habits continue…seems 4am is the golden hour.  I’m hoping that once things settle a bit, I’ll get back on track…I’m pretty well working on projects in my dreams right now…but hey, it’s better to be a “busy artist” than a “starving one” right?

Just so you all know…the Flyoung Studio website is undergoing a major face-lift.  So if you go to the site, and find a mess, please know this is just a transition.

Happy Tuesday folks!

it must be genetic…

October 21, 2007

I think I’m slowly turning into my father…used to be my internal clock had me up pronto at 7:30am…yet for the past 5 days, I’ve been up (on average) at 6am.  Sad thing is, I’m still going to bed at the same time…roughly midnight.  Yep, it must be genetic.  Also seems, I can rest my head on the couch, slip into a complete dream state, and drool on the pillow…(all within 20 minutes…)   The good news about all this, is the tranquility this time of day provides.  It allows my creativity to flourish, and I’ve finally made some progress on “logo madness.”  Images to follow shortly…suffice to say, it’s all been hammered out, just playing around with colors for the moment.

Let’s see if Dad aka Big Al, actually reads my blog…

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a reunion of sorts

October 20, 2007

Last night I reunited with some old colleagues, friends, and parents of former students, for a Stampin’ Up party.  It reminded me that I need to get more crafty time in…especially with dear friends.  I’ve been stressed looking at my full schedule for the fall, every weekend is booked with some sort of event, and there just aren’t enough hours in the day…but give me 2 hours of craft time with the girls, and suddenly I feel more energized…

Reuniting with some fabulous parents of former students, brought back some wonderful memories for me, and while it was a necessary decision to end my teaching career at Cabrini…the thought of my old students still tugs at my heart.  I don’t miss the “constrained” 30 minute art classes…(I felt more Drill Sergeant than Teacher)…but I miss each and every child, their strengths and weaknesses, and most of all their smiling faces.  Last night afforded me the opportunity to catch up with their parents, and get the updates on how much they have grown.  I also had the opportunity to meet my new students (albeit briefly) for private lessons.

See below one of the most inventive uses for a Recycled Art Project.  Aaron and his Great White Shark.  Constructed of pop-cycle sticks, duck tape, and a garbage can, I’ll never forget the fun we had on this project!

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