Showing posts with label scribbles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scribbles. Show all posts

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Wolverine 2014

Wachiya, an update on my portfolio.
Collaborated on this project with some drawings for a short film with Rezolution Pictures.
Check out the trailer for "The Wolverine: The Fight of the James Bay Cree".

#StandAgainstUranium http://t.co/8DyPbvQAWd

http://vimeo.com/108474993

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Learn to crawl

Keep walking forward on your path, even when others flee, flank, try to detour you, or hide away because your path is too bright for them to walk or even stand firm beside you. If you can crawl, then you will eventually learn to walk.
Good morning.

Syntax

Moving words around in these short texts that I had scribbled for fun tonight. Syntax, shuffle, words, ouwaah




Wednesday, October 10, 2012

10-10-2012 scribbles

10-10-2012 #scribbles #ouwaah 

Monday, October 1, 2012

Scribbles 10-01-2012

Scribbles from this morning. -ats

Monday, September 3, 2012

Epic detours

In this world, very few women can make me dance; let alone being in dead centre of the crosshairs of 72,000 people on the plains of Abraham and watching both her on-and-off-stage shows simultaneously in Montreal as well. That is my biggest dance floor on my list so far.
Merci beaucoup à Madonna, the Queens who made my end summer celebrations just... ouwaah!
These past 7 years have been so intense on every level; surviving death by cocaine therefore die another day, reconnecting with my roots, crossing paths with old and new friends, mending forgotten bridges - then simply walking away from others, pursuing my academic studies, learning that I am only human and my body can only take so much of my waasaam work ethic. To be still alive at 30 is the greatest blessing and gift straight from this universe's divine heart. My 20s was so crazy like playing Russian roulette with the devil himself. Dickees naa?
I have finally chosen to listen to my dreams, my exhausted body, including my heart's unspoken words of what I want out of this crazy dream called life; thus being even more inspired to work even harder at making my dreams and creative thoughts happen. As they should be.
I may not be considered even worthy through the eyes of most however, all I have to walk with is truth which is the collection of the ancestors stories, the love for my siblings & my closest friends - near and miles away, my health, my dreams, and of course, my dancing shoes kaw. My bundle is definitely peace of mind or sheer stupidity. Not sure which one it is yet...
So it is time to return to life as a full time university student and as an artist. I am after all, a human being who seems to enjoy this journey of what life's detours can offer.
In the words of Bob Marley: Don't gain the world and lose your soul, wisdom is better than silver or gold... :)

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Computer Art: Photoshop CS6 Paintbrushes scribbles 08112012


Testing out the different paint brushes on Photoshop CS6 using my pen tablet. 08112012
Click on image for full-view.
Akuuda Wachiya, nii ATS

Monday, July 16, 2012

The roots of Jim (James) Saahuun

From my portfolio...
Amanda T. Sam [Page 2] "A Day in the Life of A Daydreamer" (2010)
Jim (James) Saahuun made his first ever appearance in one of 
my art book projects titled "A Day in the Life of A Daydreamer." 
(Amanda T. Sam, Dawson College. Artists Books & Graphic Novels. Winter, 2010. Print. Page 2)
This is one of the excerpts from the art book project.

Again in another project for another course... "Insomnia" (2010)
Amanda T. Sam, "Insomnia" (2010)

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

The Chronicles of Jim Saahuun update 07-11-2012

I have neglected Jim Saahuun for a season, school is another full-time job itself... he is still in a coma kaw. I am working as a journalist again this summer. Another school of storytelling itself.
Mostly, I have been working on this narrative project offline; on paper and pen whenever I get the chance to sit down and think creatively.
During the winter semester at Concordia University, is where the last recent episode actually took place in an academic paper/ creative art book format for my First Peoples Sacred Stories course; where (James) Jim Taayuu presented his presentation just right after their near-fatal accident which landed Jim Saahuun in a coma. Fusing traditional and western philosophy was quite the headache however, it is workable and educational. It seems like every new episode that I write becomes even larger with every word spoken, then written, then translated, then painted. The more the setting needs the space to be created, the more time this narrative needs to flourished properly, and the histories of the characters take root even deeper than what I have initially conceived.
I am beginning to illustrate some of the characters, mostly creating Mr Saahuun, in order to give face to faceless characters and to aid me visualize their interactions. (I will need reference models pretty soon.)
This narrative project has been developing and growing on me as a storyteller for the past decade or so and I am determined to continue creating this project until it's manifested in its entirety as I originally dreamt it at the beginning.
I would like to thank all of my teachers, family, friends, even strangers that I have met along the way, who have either discouraged me (we all need motivational reasons), others who encouraged me to be creative, in mind, in spirit, on canvas, on paper, or in any or every other medium that I have been using since I began on this journey as a human being and as a Storyteller from birth. Words of encouragement are important, whether they are directed to an adult, a child, or youth, or even an elder.  You all know who you are, mishtii jiniskuumitinaawao.

Akuuda, Wachiya. nii Amanda T. Sam


Monday, April 23, 2012

04232012 Words

Jobs,
Loves,
Wars,
Words,
Dreams,
and lovers,
may come and go like the winds but,
knowing from your lessons learned is better than a kingdom filled with all the diamonds in the universe,
Purest of jeweled silver,
and the most brightest crown made of gold.
While heartbreaks,
can always be renewed,
like the sun rises after darkest night,
the journey of recovering,
are always worth the pain;
because it rebuilds your strength as a stronger, more adaptable human being. //04232012

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Scribbling words 04192012

Painted with all of my best,
Heart still beats within my chest,
Creative thoughts are tempest,
So it is Time to get some rest,
and dream of ways to conquer life's tests.
Thus,
Life is full of abundant breasts.
Akuuda, good night!

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Friday, March 9, 2012

Huuk Huuk! Spring is in the air. Ouais!

Enjoying my momentary breaks from my studies are mostly scribbling.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Last Medicine. Fearlessness (2010)

Was digging up my sketch pad and found this amongst my draft projects from 2010. - ATS :)
Medium: oil pastels on Manila paper

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

01-31-12 random thought

Last night's sporadic nap is quite insufficient,
Your energy and sleep both Interdependent,
Then Coffee becomes a lifeline only being temporarily efficient,
Previews of dreams residue resilient,
Ever more my greatest desire is none other than my bed - the most convenient paradise - which is a dreamer's temporal covenant.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Scribbles 2011: 11-14-11 "Moose"

Original drawing:

inverted...

Amanda T. Sam 2011: "Moose"
Medium: ink on paper.