The Woodruff Review

First and foremost: I passed. No big surprised there but still, it must be said.

For those who don’t know what I’m talking about, if you’re an illustrator, at the end of your senior year in my school you have a really important portfolio review with the department head.  Thing is, the head of illustration is generally regarded as a sort of boogeyman with a horrible temper.  He scares people, a lot.

He was really nice. 

I mean, in reality, he’s always a pretty chill dude.  Rather blunt with his critiques, but never outright mean unless you’ve done something really stupid to deserve it.

(Edit: At least that I’ve personally witnessed, I will admit to hearing stories though. A classmate I have this year had hell with him last year.)

His critique of my work was really helpful.  He pointed out what was wrong with some of the aspects of my drawing in one, said I should make sure to put the dialogue onto the pages of my mini children’s book to help pull them together and suggested I make sure to take off the signature on one piece.  I’d never actually given heavy thought about how my signature affects a piece before.

He also complimented my ability to utilize the sheer vibrancy that you can get out of watercolor, which is always nice to hear I must say. 

Sooo… yeah.  I had a good review, the department head liked my work and now I have to write two essays by Tuesday, fix my website for Wednesday and paint roughly three more pictures for Thursday.   Oy vey… out of the frying pan into the fire. Ah well, this is why artist’s don’t sleep.