Melfina the Mutant Fawn-Giraffe Bio-Android Easel

This is a post about my new half French easel-- I bought her a couple of weeks ago and she is gorgeous and I love her. She looks like some kind of strange and beautiful three legged wild animal, like a mutant fawn-giraffe. 

I asked the girl in the art supply store what made it a "half French" easel and she said that it is half the standard size for a French easel. I was hoping maybe one of its parents was French and the other was Turkish or Australian or Nicaraguan or Texan or Egyptian and that they had some kind of star crossed love affair that resulted in a bi-racial easel baby, but no, it is just half size.

French easels are cool because they have all kinds of screws you can adjust and parts you can move, so that you may fold it up into a box for easy transport. This is also how she was packaged when I brought her home from the store, so I spent a lot of time unfolding all of her gangly limbs from this box and it strongly reminded me of an anime I used to watch in Middle School and High School called Outlaw Star, which is about space pirates and alien cat girls and a bounty-hunter/womanizer, and many other things as well. 

Setting up my easel reminded me specifically of a part early on in Outlaw Star when our bounty-hunter/womanizer hero comes into possession of this mysterious giant box/briefcase thing, which turns out to be carrying a hot naked bio-android girl (one step more human than a cyborg, but still made with robot parts), who rises out of the box much like my easel rose out of its box to stand for the first time. She later goes on to operate a space ship and have an identity crisis. 

The hot bio-android's name in the show is Melfina, and I thought it would be suitable to name my new easel after her. When Cartoon Network aired Outlaw Star, they gave her clothes because kids watch Cartoon Network, but you get the idea.

And here is Melfina the easel, set up in my bedroom/art studio, surrounded by works in progress that I have not yet posted. Consider this a sneak peek. 

Self Portraits; Portraits of the Self

For this post, I want to write a bit about the self-portrait. Self-portraits can say anything from “this is my face” to “this is my soul.” Sometimes people think self-portraits are a bit vain. Only someone who was really narcissistic would paint his or her own face over and over, right? No way man!

You see, faces are both really interesting to draw and really hard to draw. Hands too, and feet, but we’re talking about faces! If you are painting a tree for example, and you screw it up, no one knows. But if you screw up a face? People can see it immediately. Our brains are designed to recognize faces, so if a face looks wrong somehow, everyone can tell. Of course, some artists, like Picasso play with that and make CRAZY faces on purpose, and that is awesome, but I would argue that you should probably understand how to draw faces at least sort of realistically if you want to create a successful distortion. Don’t believe me? That’s what Picasso did!

Here is Picasso's self portrait from 1896. He was 15 years old. Jealous of his mad skills? Me too.

Here is Picasso again in 1907-- He was 26 and already a cubist badass, getting inspired by African masks and whatnot.

And here is another self portrait from 1972, a year before his death. He was in his 90's. I hope I am still painting if/when I make it to my 90's.

So anyway when artists want to practice drawing or painting faces from life, we either need to pay a model to sit still for upwards of forty minutes, bribe friends to sit for us (to which the usual response, particularly from college students is: “Only if I can do homework while you draw me” and then you have a sketchbook full of pictures of people looking at books), or our third option is to grab a mirror and paint… that's right! A self-portrait! It is basically free, you get eye contact, and your model is willing to sit there as long as you’re willing to paint her. Artists are often willing to put themselves through things that we would not want to put other people through… Like sitting motionless with the same facial expression for three hours.

Aside from being a staple of every middle and high school art curriculum, I also think that self-portraits can really be benchmarks of where you are as an artist at any given point (see Picasso... again). I think they sometimes say more about you than you realize at the time you painted them. I hear that half the subject matter is how you paint it.

To illustrate this, I’m posting some self-portraits of mine through the ages. Enjoy!

This one came from the same box as the work featured in this post, If you hadn't already guessed. 

I think I was about five? 

Middle school art was pretty horrendous, so lets skip to high school...

 Yes, it was my anime phase. As you can see, I secretly wanted to be a magical anime girl. Specifically THIS anime girl: 

It's Skuld from Oh My Goddess! Also, I wouldn't have said no to dating any one of these guys. Look at how 80's they are!!

...But alas! I wasn't actually an anime super heroine. I was a boring old three dimensional high school student... But I COULD draw myself as a cartoon super heroine, and that's the next best thing, right? Right.

My alter ego is making a more super hero-y pose than my super hero self. Hmm...

So then in 12th grade, I took AP art at my high school and painted more realistic things... 

with real paint and everything.

This was my "dramatic angle" portrait.

Now, if I remember correctly, I did this sketch during my freshmen year at college.

And here is my first self portrait in oil ever! This is the face I make when I am painting. 

I collaged some bits into it too.

And this is me painting the previous painting. I like this one better.

Here is a sketch I did at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in NYC. It was during my semester in New York, which was miserable. I went to New York directly after spending an awesome and glorious semester in Mexico, where I learned about murals and socialists and graffiti! After that experience, the Met just seemed so elitist... Thus, free the art! 

And finally, you can't talk about Mexico and self portraits without referencing Frida Kahlo. WHAT. A. BAMF. Frida Kahlo was known for her surrealist self portraits (though I believe she never really thought of herself as a true surrealist. She was painting her own experience in the most raw and honest way she could, and I find her paintings stunning and provocative. Like this one, done in 1943:

In fact, after I saw the film about her life starring Salma Hayek (which I HIGHLY recommend watching if you haven't already) I was inspired to draw some semi-surreal self portraits of my own, not in the style of Frida Kahlo so much as in the same train of thought, that is trying to tap into something deeper than just my facial features. They are sort of a mix of my old cartoony style and my current art skills:

This was based on a dream I had where I literally binged on salad and then cut my leg open and bled salad greens instead of blood. Weird, right?