Ok, so this post is kind of long so I have made a table of contents in case you are not interested in it all.
1. Life in the Streets
2. Getting Lost
3. Horchata
4. Museum Geek
5. Tapas and Discotecas
6. To Come
1.Life in the Streets
One rather interesting cultural difference between life in Spain and life in the United States in the relationship to the home. In Spain, the home is a very intimate, private place. If you want to socialize with friends, you do not invite them over to the house or apartment. You go out to the streets, to the sidewalk cafes, parks. . . And if you invite someone to get a refreshment, tapa, or dinner, you pay for them and yourself. Oh, and a helpful hint about tipping in Spain: it is considered rude to tip a waiter or waitress because it conveys the sense that you view him/her as a servant. Or at least, this is what I was able to gather from my Spanish civilization, culture class.
2.Getting Lost
This weekend was my first full weekend in Valencia. On Friday, I got lost walking back to the apartment from the Universitat. I eventually got back, but by 3:00, I was hot, tired, frustrated, and hungry. Luckily, Carmen is a sweetie and comforted me. Do not worry, after that I studied the map and found the best full-proof route that I have been using since then so I will not be walking around in circles again. The problem was that I was on the right street but going in the wrong direction. All of the streets angle in towards the old, central part of the city so there aren't really any streets going east/west or north/south, and there are lots of round-abouts where multiple streets converge and sometimes the signs aren't always the best- or there. Although, when it comes down to it, the fault lies with myself. As most people could tell you, I am not the best with directions, but I feel like this experience is forcing me to improve.
3.Horchata
Friday night, I met up with my friends Sarah and Katy (Kendra spent the weekend with her visiting family) at a little cafe in the street where I live. Sarah and I shared a horchata which is a Valencian drink made up of ice, some kind of ground root, and some sugar. I tasted like icy milk with earthy undertones and was very good. It is really nice being able to just sit somewhere with friends and enjoy a refreshing drink, people watch, and not spend a ton of money.
4.Museum Geek
On Saturday, I walked on my fool-proof path to the downtown (about a 50 minute walk at a leisurely pace) where I drew for a while, looked at the beautiful floats and flower arrangements for the Catholic Corpus Cristi celebration, and walked around. I climbed up one of the Medieval towers to look out over the city and went to the el Museu de Prehistoria y Etnologia which was so cool! It is quite possible I was the only one there, but I wouldn't mind going back again. There was a whole exhibit about ancient burial sites and how archeologists can extract information about how the person lived and what he/she died from based on the bones. There were also displays showing the progression of funeral sites from pretty basic to more elaborate with ties to the development of religion and socio-economic hierarchy within a community.
Upstairs, there was a floor dedicated to the history of money in Spain from seashells to credit cards, and then another section explained the ancient history of the Valenciana region from before the Mesolithic Period to the Roman occupation. The third floor contained information about life in Valencia during the early part of the 20th century. Something I thought to be very interesting was the stratification of class in each building. I assumed it simply dividing by neighborhood, but I guess this is not so, and I wonder if it is still like this today. In the diagram, the ground floor was a bakery with rooms for the baker's family to live in the back. The next floor was a tailor shop and also had quarters for living. The two floors above where the apartments of the wealthy, but then each floor above those two were less luxurious and housed people of lower class. In a way it makes sense. The shops needed to be close to the ground floor where customers where coming and going; the wealthy were away from the noise and dirt of the street, and for those who could not afford much luxury, ended up with the rooms that required the most stairs and were probably the hottest when the heat from the floors below rose up to the top of the building.
Anyway, I thought it was interesting, and I found out that the museum hosts free movies during the summer in the outdoor courtyard. The only downsides to the museum was that it was all in Spanish so some of it was hard for me to understand (but, hey- I guess it was more practice), and the other was the fact that the security guards kept following me around. What did they expect me to do? Pull out my glass cutter, plop a Greek vase into my purse, and escape through the ventilation system? Hmm, maybe they were just bored.
5.Tapas and Discotecas
Saturday night, I met up with Sarah, Katy, another Rachel, and Molly to see the night life. We went to a little cafe that my professor had told me was the best place for tapas where Katy and Sarah tried out a few dishes and we talked. Then we walked to one of the plazas where we saw a band go past with lots of people (mostly older or middle-aged with kids) following behind for one of the Corpus Cristi celebrations. We joined in with the progression and followed them through streets where it would stop below balconies decorated with banners and beautiful floral arrangements. The people on the balcony would ceremoniously bring out another banner and everyone would clap and cheer and drink something. It was great. We didn't really know what was going on, but it was fun!
By then we were a little tired, but instead of heading back, we decided to try out our first discoteca experience at a place where it was free for chicas. The discotecas, or dance clubs, do not open until 2:00 a.m. and a lot of people stay until 6:00 or 7:00. It was. . . interesting? There were a lot of creepy-ish older men so we decided we will try to go to a discoteca again but probably a different one, and I will not bring a huge side bag with me. That was annoying for dancing, and I kept worrying about pick-pockets. Afterward, we caught a cab and headed home. I think I went to bed before my house mom, Carmen. Haha- Spain runs on a much later schedule than the states.
6.To Come
This coming weekend is a three-day weekend so Katy, Sarah, another girl (Becca), and I are headed off to Barcelona. It should be a lot of fun, and although I do have classes, they do not require much work. Plus, I have been able to get quite a bit done since I do not have a TV or internet most of the time. I hope all is well wherever you are.
Adios!
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Food
I started to write another post, but then the computer kicked me off so I will begin again. There are only a few computers in the computer labs that will allow Iowa State students onto the internet. Four in fact, and unfortunately there are close to 90 of us. Sigh, so I usually try to gain access by stalking the Valencian students and hoping they do not sign off so I can use the internet with their username and password before the time limit runs out.
Some of you may already know this, but Spain runs on a very different time schedule than the U.S. Breakfast (el desayuno) is usually around 7 or 8 in the morning, and most stores and businesses start around 9. In our apartment, we usually have coffee with milk, some bread with marmalade or something similar to nutella, and sometimes some fruit. Lunch (la comida) is between 2 and 4, and some people take naps afterwords, but most Valencians do not have a siesta. The shops do close at this time, though, and 3 (the middle of the day) is considered the time to call friends, family, neighbors by telephone. Around 7 or 8, people usually like to get a drink or refreshment at a cafe, and dinner (la cena) is between 9 and 11.
I have actually adjusted to this quite well. Before the trip, this was one of my main concerns, because sometimes I am hungry for dinner at 5 in the States, but I have learned to adjust. Usually for dinner and lunch, our house mom has a salad available which is great, but it is always lettuce, tomato, and then some kind of meat, shrimp, or mussel. There is no salad dressing unless you want olive oil. I am really starting to miss other vegetables, though. In between classes, the students usually compare our homestay experiences. One of them was telling me that last night, her host mom made a plate of cooked artichokes. I am so jealous! She also usually serves either a piece of meat like chicken or deli meat or she will serve some kind of pasta with sea food in it. We usually have fruit available at every meal. I am fine with the food, but it does not seem like there is much flavor. She doesn´t seem to use any seasonings, and I am not sure if this is due to her cooking style or common in Valencia. If Kendra and I plan to stay in the city during the middle of the day, she packs us a sandwhich which usually consists of a huge piece of bread and some deli meat with a little olive oil and an apple.
In Madrid, I did have some great paella (rice with seafood) and sangria (wine with fruit and sugar.) Also, our house mom made us the traditional Spanish tortilla the other night which consists of egg and potatoes. I hope to try tapas and horchuta (a type of drink from Valencia that is from some kind of ground root) either this weekend or in one of the weekends to come.
I have been exploring more of the city and visiting many of the plazas, cathedrals, Medieval towers, important government buildings, but I have to say one of my favorite places is the Mercado Central. Inside this building are around 300 stands that sell fruit, vegetables, fish, meat, rice, bread. . . It is so fun to walk around and see everything so fresh! There is everything from squid and pig heads to pastries and figs. It is open in the mornings until around 2 from Monday to Saturday. Outside the Mercado, there are people selling flowers and cooking ware, including the biggest pans I have ever seen (for paella.) I am planning on going there some Saturday with friends to buy some food before going to one of the parks for a picnic.
Ok, I need to go. I hope you all have a great weekend!
Some of you may already know this, but Spain runs on a very different time schedule than the U.S. Breakfast (el desayuno) is usually around 7 or 8 in the morning, and most stores and businesses start around 9. In our apartment, we usually have coffee with milk, some bread with marmalade or something similar to nutella, and sometimes some fruit. Lunch (la comida) is between 2 and 4, and some people take naps afterwords, but most Valencians do not have a siesta. The shops do close at this time, though, and 3 (the middle of the day) is considered the time to call friends, family, neighbors by telephone. Around 7 or 8, people usually like to get a drink or refreshment at a cafe, and dinner (la cena) is between 9 and 11.
I have actually adjusted to this quite well. Before the trip, this was one of my main concerns, because sometimes I am hungry for dinner at 5 in the States, but I have learned to adjust. Usually for dinner and lunch, our house mom has a salad available which is great, but it is always lettuce, tomato, and then some kind of meat, shrimp, or mussel. There is no salad dressing unless you want olive oil. I am really starting to miss other vegetables, though. In between classes, the students usually compare our homestay experiences. One of them was telling me that last night, her host mom made a plate of cooked artichokes. I am so jealous! She also usually serves either a piece of meat like chicken or deli meat or she will serve some kind of pasta with sea food in it. We usually have fruit available at every meal. I am fine with the food, but it does not seem like there is much flavor. She doesn´t seem to use any seasonings, and I am not sure if this is due to her cooking style or common in Valencia. If Kendra and I plan to stay in the city during the middle of the day, she packs us a sandwhich which usually consists of a huge piece of bread and some deli meat with a little olive oil and an apple.
In Madrid, I did have some great paella (rice with seafood) and sangria (wine with fruit and sugar.) Also, our house mom made us the traditional Spanish tortilla the other night which consists of egg and potatoes. I hope to try tapas and horchuta (a type of drink from Valencia that is from some kind of ground root) either this weekend or in one of the weekends to come.
I have been exploring more of the city and visiting many of the plazas, cathedrals, Medieval towers, important government buildings, but I have to say one of my favorite places is the Mercado Central. Inside this building are around 300 stands that sell fruit, vegetables, fish, meat, rice, bread. . . It is so fun to walk around and see everything so fresh! There is everything from squid and pig heads to pastries and figs. It is open in the mornings until around 2 from Monday to Saturday. Outside the Mercado, there are people selling flowers and cooking ware, including the biggest pans I have ever seen (for paella.) I am planning on going there some Saturday with friends to buy some food before going to one of the parks for a picnic.
Ok, I need to go. I hope you all have a great weekend!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
The Rain in Spain Stays Mostly on the Plain
Now that I have been in Spain for five days, I have finally stopped asking what the weather will be like for the day. It is always warm and sunny, and I have fallen in love with the great city of Valencia!
I arrived at the Madrid airport safe and sound on Friday, May 28, where I met up with other ISU students and took a shuttle bus to our hotel. There are almost 90 students on this program. Unfortunately, my luggage did not arrive and there was some confusion with the hotel, but my professors were great and helped me out. From what I understand, the airport delivered the luggage to the hotel just as they said they would, but when I talked to the people at the front desk, they said there was no luggage. They thought it was someone else's luggage and had placed it in storage.
We spent the weekend in Madrid walking around, going to some art museums, and touring the city and the Royal Palace. I was in the group where the tour guide only spoke in Spanish. I was able to understand quite a bit during the city tour and the tour of the Royal Palace (similar to Versailles without the gardens) but I had a lot of difficulty understanding the Spanish at the art museums. This could partly be due to the fact that I wasn't incredibly interested in the art, but it was mostly due to my lack of art-vocabulary knowledge. The art was either very traditional (neoclassical or paintings of royalty) or abstract (Goya, Picasso, and Salvidor Dali.) Madrid is fine, but it seemed like a lot of other cities. I told my roommate today that Madrid is like oatmeal, but Valencia is like oatmeal with Craisons and honey! There are some old buildings and statues, but a lot of cities in Europe have that and much more. It was a great chance to meet other students, though, and I was able to ease back into Spanish.
We spent most of Sunday riding the bus to Valencia where my roommate Kendra and I met our host mom. She is in her 50's with two little dogs. The one is fine, but Asthma is a little annoying and likes to bark a lot. Kendra and I were a little confused because she kept talking about Asthma, and we thought she was saying she has asthma! She only speaks Spanish which is great because we have been learning so much. Carmen, our mom, has a husband and 30-year-old son that are in the house now and then, but we do not see them that much. We live in a neighborhood really close to a school and looks directly out onto a little park/playground. There are two other girls from ISU that live in our neighborhood so we ride the city bus to our university in the mornings.
My roommate Kendra is great, and we have been exploring the city together. We walked around the city for around five hours yesterday afternoon/evening after orientation, and today we walked with some other girls to the beach (about one hour west of the university by foot) before walking back to our neighborhood which took a little over three hours. Keep in mind that it was 34 degrees Celsius (about 90 degrees F.) There is a huge garden called el Jardin del Turia that stretches through most of the city with lots of trees, futbol estadios, and running/walking paths. I love it and cannot wait to go back. Valencia is also a wonderful place to see a wide range of architecture from old cathedrals to modern opera houses. My back and legs are really sun burnt right now, but I do not care. I do not think I could ever get sick of sunshine!
Today was our first day of official classes. I am taking a Spanish course with a professor from the Universitat de Valencia (it is named Universitat instead of Universidad because there is a local dialect from Valencia.)
I will try to write more later! I have to go- I have very limited access to internet because the computer lab at the Universitat will not let the ISU students get on with the password they gave us, and they are supposed to finish it eventually.
I arrived at the Madrid airport safe and sound on Friday, May 28, where I met up with other ISU students and took a shuttle bus to our hotel. There are almost 90 students on this program. Unfortunately, my luggage did not arrive and there was some confusion with the hotel, but my professors were great and helped me out. From what I understand, the airport delivered the luggage to the hotel just as they said they would, but when I talked to the people at the front desk, they said there was no luggage. They thought it was someone else's luggage and had placed it in storage.
We spent the weekend in Madrid walking around, going to some art museums, and touring the city and the Royal Palace. I was in the group where the tour guide only spoke in Spanish. I was able to understand quite a bit during the city tour and the tour of the Royal Palace (similar to Versailles without the gardens) but I had a lot of difficulty understanding the Spanish at the art museums. This could partly be due to the fact that I wasn't incredibly interested in the art, but it was mostly due to my lack of art-vocabulary knowledge. The art was either very traditional (neoclassical or paintings of royalty) or abstract (Goya, Picasso, and Salvidor Dali.) Madrid is fine, but it seemed like a lot of other cities. I told my roommate today that Madrid is like oatmeal, but Valencia is like oatmeal with Craisons and honey! There are some old buildings and statues, but a lot of cities in Europe have that and much more. It was a great chance to meet other students, though, and I was able to ease back into Spanish.
We spent most of Sunday riding the bus to Valencia where my roommate Kendra and I met our host mom. She is in her 50's with two little dogs. The one is fine, but Asthma is a little annoying and likes to bark a lot. Kendra and I were a little confused because she kept talking about Asthma, and we thought she was saying she has asthma! She only speaks Spanish which is great because we have been learning so much. Carmen, our mom, has a husband and 30-year-old son that are in the house now and then, but we do not see them that much. We live in a neighborhood really close to a school and looks directly out onto a little park/playground. There are two other girls from ISU that live in our neighborhood so we ride the city bus to our university in the mornings.
My roommate Kendra is great, and we have been exploring the city together. We walked around the city for around five hours yesterday afternoon/evening after orientation, and today we walked with some other girls to the beach (about one hour west of the university by foot) before walking back to our neighborhood which took a little over three hours. Keep in mind that it was 34 degrees Celsius (about 90 degrees F.) There is a huge garden called el Jardin del Turia that stretches through most of the city with lots of trees, futbol estadios, and running/walking paths. I love it and cannot wait to go back. Valencia is also a wonderful place to see a wide range of architecture from old cathedrals to modern opera houses. My back and legs are really sun burnt right now, but I do not care. I do not think I could ever get sick of sunshine!
Today was our first day of official classes. I am taking a Spanish course with a professor from the Universitat de Valencia (it is named Universitat instead of Universidad because there is a local dialect from Valencia.)
I will try to write more later! I have to go- I have very limited access to internet because the computer lab at the Universitat will not let the ISU students get on with the password they gave us, and they are supposed to finish it eventually.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Boundary Waters Trip
After finals and a quick pack-up of my dorm room, I and a large number of my fellow Biological/Pre-Medical Illustrators headed north to the Boundary Waters at 5:30 on Sunday morning, May 9th. There were 20 students and three chaperons. Our mission: camping and drawing. Our obstacles: black flies, cold, wind, rain, and Sasquatch (just kidding about Sasquatch- he lives farther west.) Best Part: getting to deepen friendships with other BPMI-ers.
Sunday afternoon, we stopped at the Great Lakes Aquarium in Duluth to look at the exhibits and make sketches before stopping in Ely for dinner and a stay at the PackSack Bunkhouse. The next day, we went to the International Wolf Center and the North American Bear Center before heading on to Tuscarora Outfitters Bunkhouse by the BWCA (Boundary Water Canoe Area.) The wolf center was definitely well worth the visit. They opened the facility just for us and gave a special presentation. I had been to wolf center with my dad before, but with only a window pane separating the viewer in the museum from the wolves on the exterior, this facility allowed a very close viewing of these amazing animals. We were also very lucky because it was early in the morning and they had just received their food so the wolves were very active. As they interacted with each other, the educational presenter was able to point out certain characteristics and behaviors that demonstrated the pack hierarchy. At both facilities, we had time to sketch the live animals along with the stuffed ones.
On Tuesday, we headed into the BWCA. Because of size limits, we were divided into three groups. We spent most of the day canoeing and portaging to our camp site. Because the boreal forest is very dense, the only way really to get around efficiently is through the many lakes and across man-made portage paths between these water systems. Portaging is hard work. Our group had four canoes, 3 food packs, and 1 tent pack. Along with this, each person had at least one personal pack. We would usually canoe as close to the landing site as possible, try to balance on some rocks to pass the packs over to dry land, and then lift or drag the canoe up to the start of the portage trail. Then, someone from the group would flip the canoe over and carry it on his/her shoulders to the other end of the trail. Keep in mind that these trails were very rarely flat, rock-free or mud-free. The people not carrying canoes would carry packs and help load up the canoes at the other end. Except for one portage, I mostly carried packs.
We were unable to get as far as we had hoped due to very strong winds that made canoeing very difficult, but we had a nice spot that was on high ground but still protected from the wind with the surrounding black spruce. Cooking meals and cleaning pots and utensils took a lot of time because we first had to collect water and then boil it or use a hand filter, and unlike a stove top at home with five burners, we had two (there was a burn ban in the area due to a dry spring.)
On the second day in the BWCA, we went out in the canoes to do some exploring and do some sketching. It was a beautiful, sunny day with little wind. Unfortunately, this meant that we were invaded with black flies- nasty buggers that nibble at your skin along your hairline. But besides that, it was great. I even took off my jacket for a little bit! For the entire time in the BW, I had two pairs of wool socks, winter boots, under armor leggings and long-sleeved shirt, insulated, water-proof pants, short-sleeved shirt, long-sleeved shirt, wool sweater, wool mittens, stocking cap, and a water-proof jacket, and I am going to tell you that I was still cold for the majority of the trip.
The third day was very cold and rainy. We mostly hung around camp, made a few specimen sketches of fungi and some flowers, napped, played cards, and drank lots of tea and hot chocolate. My friend Amy and I did canoe out for a bit after getting tent fever and were able to see some beavers close up.
On the fourth day, we woke up early, packed up, and moved out. Although there was some wind and mist, we made it back much quicker due to our improved canoeing and portaging skills along with the burning desire for showers. Before driving over to Rockwood Lodge Bunkhouse near Grand Marais, however, we had a nice hike up to Magnetic Rock which was pretty cool.
Saturday was a free day in Grand Marais where people were free to wander around the shops, galleries, and harbor area, and then on Sunday, we left a little before 6:00 a.m. to head back to Iowa. On the way, we stopped at the Palisades and Gooseberry Falls.
It was quite the experience, and although I do not think I will go camping in the Boundary Waters again, I am really glad I did it, and I learned a lot. As Dean and Steve, two of our chaperons now in their 60's, fondly retold shared memories of their experiences in the Boundary Waters, I had the feeling I will be doing the same with friends from this trip in 40 years. For some reason, experiencing the same conditions and challenges create some of the best bonding memories. Plus, I feel that if you are still friends after a week of not showering, the friendship is meant to last.
Sunday afternoon, we stopped at the Great Lakes Aquarium in Duluth to look at the exhibits and make sketches before stopping in Ely for dinner and a stay at the PackSack Bunkhouse. The next day, we went to the International Wolf Center and the North American Bear Center before heading on to Tuscarora Outfitters Bunkhouse by the BWCA (Boundary Water Canoe Area.) The wolf center was definitely well worth the visit. They opened the facility just for us and gave a special presentation. I had been to wolf center with my dad before, but with only a window pane separating the viewer in the museum from the wolves on the exterior, this facility allowed a very close viewing of these amazing animals. We were also very lucky because it was early in the morning and they had just received their food so the wolves were very active. As they interacted with each other, the educational presenter was able to point out certain characteristics and behaviors that demonstrated the pack hierarchy. At both facilities, we had time to sketch the live animals along with the stuffed ones.
On Tuesday, we headed into the BWCA. Because of size limits, we were divided into three groups. We spent most of the day canoeing and portaging to our camp site. Because the boreal forest is very dense, the only way really to get around efficiently is through the many lakes and across man-made portage paths between these water systems. Portaging is hard work. Our group had four canoes, 3 food packs, and 1 tent pack. Along with this, each person had at least one personal pack. We would usually canoe as close to the landing site as possible, try to balance on some rocks to pass the packs over to dry land, and then lift or drag the canoe up to the start of the portage trail. Then, someone from the group would flip the canoe over and carry it on his/her shoulders to the other end of the trail. Keep in mind that these trails were very rarely flat, rock-free or mud-free. The people not carrying canoes would carry packs and help load up the canoes at the other end. Except for one portage, I mostly carried packs.
We were unable to get as far as we had hoped due to very strong winds that made canoeing very difficult, but we had a nice spot that was on high ground but still protected from the wind with the surrounding black spruce. Cooking meals and cleaning pots and utensils took a lot of time because we first had to collect water and then boil it or use a hand filter, and unlike a stove top at home with five burners, we had two (there was a burn ban in the area due to a dry spring.)
On the second day in the BWCA, we went out in the canoes to do some exploring and do some sketching. It was a beautiful, sunny day with little wind. Unfortunately, this meant that we were invaded with black flies- nasty buggers that nibble at your skin along your hairline. But besides that, it was great. I even took off my jacket for a little bit! For the entire time in the BW, I had two pairs of wool socks, winter boots, under armor leggings and long-sleeved shirt, insulated, water-proof pants, short-sleeved shirt, long-sleeved shirt, wool sweater, wool mittens, stocking cap, and a water-proof jacket, and I am going to tell you that I was still cold for the majority of the trip.
The third day was very cold and rainy. We mostly hung around camp, made a few specimen sketches of fungi and some flowers, napped, played cards, and drank lots of tea and hot chocolate. My friend Amy and I did canoe out for a bit after getting tent fever and were able to see some beavers close up.
On the fourth day, we woke up early, packed up, and moved out. Although there was some wind and mist, we made it back much quicker due to our improved canoeing and portaging skills along with the burning desire for showers. Before driving over to Rockwood Lodge Bunkhouse near Grand Marais, however, we had a nice hike up to Magnetic Rock which was pretty cool.
Saturday was a free day in Grand Marais where people were free to wander around the shops, galleries, and harbor area, and then on Sunday, we left a little before 6:00 a.m. to head back to Iowa. On the way, we stopped at the Palisades and Gooseberry Falls.
It was quite the experience, and although I do not think I will go camping in the Boundary Waters again, I am really glad I did it, and I learned a lot. As Dean and Steve, two of our chaperons now in their 60's, fondly retold shared memories of their experiences in the Boundary Waters, I had the feeling I will be doing the same with friends from this trip in 40 years. For some reason, experiencing the same conditions and challenges create some of the best bonding memories. Plus, I feel that if you are still friends after a week of not showering, the friendship is meant to last.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
I am done with finals!
Some of you may not want to see the nude drawings so I am posting the skeleton drawings from earlier in the semester and one that is nude but you cannot really see anything. If you would like to see more, send me an e-mail and I can show you some more.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The End is Almost Here
The images were both created using PhotoShop. For the horse hoof, I first drew the image and scanned it into the program whereas the femur was created from scratch in PhotoShop. By the way, Walcom Tablets are awesome. It is a flat board that you hook up to a computer, and you can "draw" or "paint" with the pen-shaped mouse.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)