Origins of the name "happy orange"
Aug. 26th, 2009 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tnI know it doesn't seem too original, combining two words that sport 600 mil and 50 mil google results, respectively. I actually thought of this name in eighth grade? Well, she was my second art tutor. I was drawing oranges and a few of them were... not molded... just grown in a bruised or... aha! You know how trees have knots? Well the oranges had these dark brown "knots" or growth deformities, which happened to be shaped like a smiley face. Being my spontaneous and immature self, i start shouting "Look! Happy orange!" Oh, how grammar seems to go out the door at intense moments of excitement... I think the big kids there thought I was weird, but, it wasn't too surprising. Anyways, it became may catchphrase at that teacher's. I didn't stay at her place for too long though, I got bored. And i didn't get to draw enough old people. Just shading different jars... i think the most exciting thing came when I could (yes) draw a transparent jar (aka wine bottle)... it had no soul!
I used to go to an old man called Xia. He graduated in sculpting from some art university in China. Legend has it, that when it was time to try out for the school, he walked miles and miles to go audition... He's old. I was in middle school and he and my dad were figuring out how to put the computer screen on a giant screen. It's been a while, maybe I should visit him.
Oh no, well we'll have to start the story there.
The first class I went to his was when i was about two or three. Don't ask me what or why I remember, but I remember how the other kids drew the cats and trees. and how I drew the tree*.
but before that, we have to go to my pre-art class doodling. I used to have a Chinese drawing book on how to draw cute animals. The squirrel looked like this*. The cover of the book was a dusty off black. I used to draw a lot of squirrels. They weren't too cute, but they were easy to draw and showed some resemblance... they sort of looked like this *. then I started drawing rabbits. I could never really get the fingers rights. They always were too big balloons and looked more like blob-feathers balooney things coming off of their hands. The rabbit don't have mouths... there used to be a story my mother told me about how the white rabbit cried a lot and kept on rubbing its eyes, so that's why they were white. So then i moved onto drawing intricate tunnels in my pictures where the rabbits and squirrels would hide. i gave the rabbit a watering pail=action. I added birds attacking the nest=conflict. This was all before I entered Xia teacher's art classroom, got babysat with five little boys and two little girls who both left..., even farther before i entered an American preschool. oh what a prodigious child i was! what happened?
Well, that's it for today. I really don't feel like finishing this up now. I've have six more years to go... we end at me, four or five years old with my friend Goldy about to enter preschool...
Back on subject, I realize, that I have got horribly off topic. But I haven't gotten to why I was at that other non-xia art person's place... and why i am not drawing happy oranges right now...
*pictures will be added once i figure out how i'm going to get the drawings on...
I used to go to an old man called Xia. He graduated in sculpting from some art university in China. Legend has it, that when it was time to try out for the school, he walked miles and miles to go audition... He's old. I was in middle school and he and my dad were figuring out how to put the computer screen on a giant screen. It's been a while, maybe I should visit him.
Oh no, well we'll have to start the story there.
The first class I went to his was when i was about two or three. Don't ask me what or why I remember, but I remember how the other kids drew the cats and trees. and how I drew the tree*.
but before that, we have to go to my pre-art class doodling. I used to have a Chinese drawing book on how to draw cute animals. The squirrel looked like this*. The cover of the book was a dusty off black. I used to draw a lot of squirrels. They weren't too cute, but they were easy to draw and showed some resemblance... they sort of looked like this *. then I started drawing rabbits. I could never really get the fingers rights. They always were too big balloons and looked more like blob-feathers balooney things coming off of their hands. The rabbit don't have mouths... there used to be a story my mother told me about how the white rabbit cried a lot and kept on rubbing its eyes, so that's why they were white. So then i moved onto drawing intricate tunnels in my pictures where the rabbits and squirrels would hide. i gave the rabbit a watering pail=action. I added birds attacking the nest=conflict. This was all before I entered Xia teacher's art classroom, got babysat with five little boys and two little girls who both left..., even farther before i entered an American preschool. oh what a prodigious child i was! what happened?
Well, that's it for today. I really don't feel like finishing this up now. I've have six more years to go... we end at me, four or five years old with my friend Goldy about to enter preschool...
Back on subject, I realize, that I have got horribly off topic. But I haven't gotten to why I was at that other non-xia art person's place... and why i am not drawing happy oranges right now...
*pictures will be added once i figure out how i'm going to get the drawings on...