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iPhone picture-taking capabilities have certainly improved.
A tree I encountered walking from school to Borders.
Update: Turns out I’m friends with the people who did that.
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned it on this blog, but I like drawing, quite a lot. And I think it finally deserves a mention on here. Or, maybe not a mention, but a bit of a home.
And I really need to stop using my phone as a camera.
I got these boots at Urban Outfitters and fell so much in love with them that I felt the need to pay them tribute in a drawing. So there you go. I drew my boot.
These two look a bit like fashion sketches. . . one for a blouse and one for scary hair!
And that I just suggest not questioning.
It’s a person. . . with a big scarf. . . and a big glove. . . and a big jacket. . . who knows?
Sweeney Todd never got finished.
A “self portrait” for school (last year actually). It’s my silhouette (like the jacket with the huge collar?) filled in with stuff that “represents” me. I’m not quite sure how much a map of Middle Earth represents me, but heck, it was fun! Heh, it’s on top of the boot.
Some of my stuff for school on a wall at school (the self portrait, the house on the right and I’m not telling which of the 4 on the left is mine 
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Sketches for rocks on a canvas at summer camp
A tribute to Arthur Rackham’s Alice done for school.
A WWII propaganda poster done for eighth grade history (oh my gosh, two years ago!)
Here’s another old(ish) school project, this time for English. It’s a poster for William Blake’s The Tyger. Well, actually this is just the drawing I did for it; none of these pictures are of the finished poster which includes a bunch of analysis and the actual poem.
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?1794
A William Blake original of The Tyger (from 1795)
And then my poster (or, well, the drawing):
You can see almost the whole thing here
