The opening reception of my first solo art exhibition—simply titled “The Art of Sharon Samples—went amazingly well. I did not know quite what to expect or what the crowd would be like. But people came out in drives on that exceptionally chilly January night. I am ever grateful for the support of family, friends, and complete strangers.
My art will remain on display at the Mobile Arts Council through this Friday, January 27.
Yay! I drew something that’s not fan art. This is my unfortunate reality, because I’ve been doing so much more of the former these past few years. It’s just easier when the characters are ready-made.
I’ve been trying to get back into doing original art though. It’s hard for me to come up with concepts, but it’s usually the little things in my surroundings that stimulate my artistic muse. Last night I took a spontaneous trip to the Fairhope Pier with my older sister. Lots of people were there fishing, and I took a few photos, which I posted on tumblr.
Today, I decided to draw a guy and a girl standing on the side of the pier, the guy fishing and the girl standing next to him. I sketched it out like that, but I wasn’t feeling the look of the guy, so I decided to just draw the girl—and that she should have awesome natural hair, and I would suck it up and draw the detail in her hair texture.
I named her Marjani, which means “coral” in Swahili.
Today has been a good day. I went to Johnson’s Beach in Perdido, Florida with all of my immediate family, minus my little sis who vacation plans of her own. Still, it was a beautiful day. I actually braved the Gulf waters for the first time since the BP oil rig disaster a little over a year ago. The water was cool, yet refreshing, and there was a continuous, cool breeze blowing the entire time.
I wasn’t sure if I was going to get in the water, yet I didn’t feel like styling my hair, so before leaving, I wrapped my hair up in this yellow, patterned scarf that I purchased a few months ago from ModCloth but had yet to wear. I also wore my Favela shirt by Threadless and some olive clam diggers that I hadn’t worn in ages, cuffing the bottom to give them an different look.
And I drew something, inspired by my turban, my sister’s glasses, and general surroundings. For example, those two girls in the background were actually there.
I see a few things I want to change about this. I’m going to to retrace the lines in Photoshop with my tablet and then color it.
Here’s a handy video of how I wore my turban, except I tied it a little differently (read: crappily). My mom said I looked like Lucille Ball while my sis claimed I looked like Rosie the Riveter. Cool beans. :)