Post by James Baxter on Jan 16, 2017 10:19:21 GMT
The art studio was not a place that James often found himself working. Usually it was at Tori's photography studio or in the comfort of his apartment. But when inspiration struck, he wasn't anywhere near those places. So the studio would have to do, as it had before he moved out of the dorms. The ideas that rummaged through his head were not class-based, not for a photo project or to even extend his photo portfolio, but rather his own imagination offered him a project that he was interested in exploring in his down time. Being an insomniac, he had his fair amount of time to work on things, but late at night it was harder to find help the way he would need.
With pictures he'd taken around Montana, a few he'd taken when he visited New York just a few months ago, and some he'd had given to him from a vacation his mother took in Europe, James' formulated an idea for his side work. Body painting. It wasn't well-known that he was a body painter, mainly because he had kept it to painting just a few people that he came across who were interested or people he was close to. He didn't do it often and he didn't put it out there for the world to see because it was mainly just for him. A way to deal with the insanity of his hallucinations.
Once he sprawled the pictures out, he drew inspiration from them. In each photo he picked out each of the unique elements that made them different and he did quick sketches of them all put together. He wanted to do what would almost be considered a camouflage, but without a backdrop that was real. It would be his own take on each place and the things that he found the most interesting in each of them. James had began to sketch out how it would fall onto a human body when he heard the door to the studio open. He lifted his eyes up to see who else had the idea to use the open studio for work.
To be honest, he probably looked like a mad man with the papers strewn everywhere, charcoal smeared on his cheek and forehead and his hair sticking up in odd ways around his head, but James had never been one to care about those things.
With pictures he'd taken around Montana, a few he'd taken when he visited New York just a few months ago, and some he'd had given to him from a vacation his mother took in Europe, James' formulated an idea for his side work. Body painting. It wasn't well-known that he was a body painter, mainly because he had kept it to painting just a few people that he came across who were interested or people he was close to. He didn't do it often and he didn't put it out there for the world to see because it was mainly just for him. A way to deal with the insanity of his hallucinations.
Once he sprawled the pictures out, he drew inspiration from them. In each photo he picked out each of the unique elements that made them different and he did quick sketches of them all put together. He wanted to do what would almost be considered a camouflage, but without a backdrop that was real. It would be his own take on each place and the things that he found the most interesting in each of them. James had began to sketch out how it would fall onto a human body when he heard the door to the studio open. He lifted his eyes up to see who else had the idea to use the open studio for work.
To be honest, he probably looked like a mad man with the papers strewn everywhere, charcoal smeared on his cheek and forehead and his hair sticking up in odd ways around his head, but James had never been one to care about those things.