I had trouble posting my final on learning suite so here's the last version with a few tweaks. I basically just adjusted the position of the legs like some people suggested. Thanks for the advice guys!
Friday, June 17, 2016
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
This is what I have so far. When I was little I had a cat that would wait in the dark hallways of our house and attack when you least expected it. It scared me to pass the hallways of the house because I never knew when she would pounce. I expounded on that memory by giving some of the power back to the little girl in the image and showing the exaggerated conflict that occurs in a child's mind when they have a fear.
This isn't done yet but here it is so far.
Context: I tried to make airplanes out of cardboard when I was little. My dad was in the Air Force so I went to a lot of air shows and toured a lot of airplanes and loved the idea of flying. I used all the Scotch tape in the house to fashion some cardboard wings and then tried to jump off the balcony when I was 6 or 7 years old. Thankfully my sister stopped me, but I kept building things out of boxes.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Here is the story:
One evening the family dog decided to chase down and kill a possum in our backyard during dinner. The whole family saw it and as a result we decided to turn in early. The next morning I woke up for seminary and while I was getting ready to go my Mum walks into the kitchen and asks me to get rid of the possum that was still laying in the backyard..
I head out to grab a shovel from the garage and on my way there I check out the possum. I couldn't believe it. The darn thing was still breathing! Turns out the dumb dog just broke it's neck and it just layed there all night. I ran inside and told my mom what had happened and was planning on getting the gun to just finish it off nice and quick. Mum, in her infinite wisdom, insisted that it would be too loud and that she didn't want to wake up the kids. With out a viable plan B I walked out to the garage to see what my options were. The best option, to my young mind, was to grab the wood axe hanging on the wall so I could dispatch the possum quickly and humanely. As I tried to end the possum's life it quickly became apparent that this was going to be neither quick OR humane. I hacked for what seems like an eternity just trying to make sure the possum was dead. And then went to school.
Later that day as I sat in class the teacher looked at me and said "Alex, What is that all over your pants?" I looked down to discover the front of my good chinos were covered in gory splatter.
I looked up to meet my teacher's eyes and said "It's possum sir."
I should have used the gun.
I used to fall asleep in sunspots on my living room carpet all the time. Whenever I woke up I'd find that all my pets had curled up around me to enjoy the afternoon nap. It's a really fond memory of mine and I had a great time illustrating it!