Some Pastels

So I earlier I posted up some pastel projects that I was doing for drawing; however, I never posted the results. Here they are~! (All three are self portraits in some respect, if not of my physically, then at least of me mentally)

This first piece was about defending others from an outside aggression. I wanted to have the viewer be looking up at the figure while seemingly being protected by another figure in the foreground. Done in warm reds as an indication to the general overtones and connotations those colors carry, namely anger and power and such. Pretty straight forward over all.

The second piece is about being totally isolated and alone. Using blues which have the connotation of being saddening and mellowing colours. This was more based on my internal anxiety towards how things were going between me an a certain person, and how I did not know how to interact with them so I shut them out. Which, when looking back, was a terrible idea. But hey, I was going under some emotional distress, but that will be hit upon in the next image. Besides that, the person in a box is a pretty standard composition; however, I had to convince my teacher that this was in fact a drawing and not a sculpture with a drawing inside. Luckily, she liked my explanation and accepted it as such.

The third and final piece of this pastel series is a much more personal image, and was not really a response to the assignment, but I turned it in anyways, and my teacher liked it. This was another piece about protection; yet unlike the one above, this deals with internal protection. Namely protecting those that are close to my heart and are extremely dear to me. Besides my family, my friends are the most important people in the world, and recently I lost one. No, not to death, but because of my own emotions regarding the girl. I left her a spot inside my chest, but I decided to not show her. (Originally, I was going to her her silhouette in the background as if it was leaving, but I didn't like how that looked within the composition) My eyes are closed so I don't have to see the world around me turning to a haze and fuzz and what not, with all of its chaotic misfortune. The arms are crossed over the chest cavity to try and keep the remaining people still inside so I don't lose anymore.

 Anyways, I did a lot of internal reflecting with this series, and I have discovered a little more about myself than I knew. I am afraid of loss, and most importantly, afraid of losing anyone close, and letting time go on. I will try and try to keep things the status quo, but so far that hasn't done any good to me.

Well, that's enough for emotional moping, next time I will post with something cheerier! 

(I mean it >.<)

till then, ta ta~

-Ben