Sixteen Weeks of Satan's Spawn

Seriously, that's what it has felt like. But, this semester is done, and I am alive. All is good.

I went in for my final critique yesterday for my special project class. For a little background info, I initially proposed that for this class I would have to complete at least twelve large scale paintings. My teacher totally shot that idea down as unrealistic and lofty. For the final critique, however, I hauled in twenty-three pieces. hah....lofty, my ass. 

Here's the most recent of the work I did, it is all water based stuff on paper, some collage as well.

This is based on the character "Ivan Ilyich" from Tolstoy's "The Death of Ivan Ilyich." An existential crisis takes on a whole different meaning when it's being had by a seven year old girl.

Now, for the next few weeks, all I have to do is go to work twenty hours a week. This will be an epic break. 

Have good day, everyone. I know I will.