Sunday, September 18, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friendship Park sketch
It's been a while since i've done any sketching from life. I seem to have overused my ankle lately so my usual day's exercise would have been ill-advised. To keep myself busy instead, I went to check out this Japanese park in San Jose. I have 2 sketches. This is the first one, colored in very roughly. Second to come later.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Observations on People/Behaviors
I was at Great America today with bunch of buddies, many of them masters at my kung fu school. There were of course tons of children teaming about, a good number of them below the level where'd I'd see them in peripheral vision without looking down.
When I bump into a small child, I usually start back a little and then proceed to evade the obstacle (child) while resuming my route.
We were standing around when i noticed a little girl bump into Master Jack. Instead of starting back the way I do, he absentmindedly put a hand on her shoulder and guided the girl back in the direction of her dad. It must come from years of teaching children and being surrounded by the running screaming hyperactive midgets.
Looking at the way he reacts vs the way i react reminds me of the time i was placing feature points for a face morphing project over a set of photos of my classmates. The little differences that accumulate to make us unique are never noticed until you try mapping one person to another.
When I bump into a small child, I usually start back a little and then proceed to evade the obstacle (child) while resuming my route.
We were standing around when i noticed a little girl bump into Master Jack. Instead of starting back the way I do, he absentmindedly put a hand on her shoulder and guided the girl back in the direction of her dad. It must come from years of teaching children and being surrounded by the running screaming hyperactive midgets.
Looking at the way he reacts vs the way i react reminds me of the time i was placing feature points for a face morphing project over a set of photos of my classmates. The little differences that accumulate to make us unique are never noticed until you try mapping one person to another.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)