Cake Pops: Art?

This post started out as me trying to put up pictures of my notebook doodles, because as the school year progresses they get more and more elaborate. However, I get super annoyed super fast with the formatting on Blogger, and the doodles are all weirdly shaped, and not really quality enough for the effort. But, I had all of these photos of my sketch book. I bought it hear in Hungary the first month, a couple weeks into school, because I was feeling so, so homesick. I've loved watercolor ever since I bit the bullet and took an art class my senior year, but I usually hide my sketches away.

But, this blog is about my exchange. It's about what makes me happy here, what I do day-to-day, and what I've accomplished over the year. So, if it's cool, I'd like to share my sketchbook with you, because it's becoming surprisingly commonplace for me to have it with me and be filling it up. Whatever's in it are mostly products of free periods, missing America, and happy afternoons waiting  to watch X-Factor with my host dad. 

(If I had a better camera, I promise these would be pretty. I mean, I don't really think a photograph can ever capture the paints' variation of color the way one sees it in person, but. Maybe at some point I'll ask one of my friends to take better pictures)

Puszi!

there's a psychological test where they watch how you draw a tree; if you draw one with fruit you're generous, if you draw one with no leaves you're sad, etc. etc.

I like this photograph more, but the colors have a different effect in the first.

inspired by an interview from Eartha Kitt, who commented on the lack of colored angels in religious art

okay this one is a doodle, but it actually fit in the formatting and I didn't want to move it and college apps are so stressful when you have no concept of the passage of time because your days are just blurs of language

My English class has been tracking my progress. It started out as a tree because we were talking about the psychology test, and each period it gets a little more of the LSD aesthetic 

Oktober 11th is my name day here. Grandma always let us each icecream for breakfast. I'm a cornball and thought about tigger couches and videogames and milkshakes all day.