Hello, my dudes it’s Saturday at 1:00 a.m. and I I’m about to begin the downward spiral into hell. We’Re gonna have to be really quiet here, because my parents are asleep so it’s time for some nice ASMR. but here’s the thing every time I sat down to film it. I came to the realization that Johanna you’re absolutely insane if you actually go through with this, but this weekend this weekend I told myself that I’m gonna do it. but I honestly believe that, if I’m prepared, I can get through this.
. I know it sounds stupid, but guess what I’m a ravenous child I go to school and all I’m thinking about is when am I gonna be able to eat? Next, I roughly estimated that I would be hungry every four hours, so I had to make six relatively low calorie meals so that I didn’t blow up my daily caloric intake. I mean butternut squash, spaghetti squash, acorn squash, even that dreaded tuna sandwich, I’m willing to give it a second chance, scrambled tofu zucchini noodles. I made a lot of food, but it was all in the name of not being ravenous number two, this one’s obvious asleep. How was I going to deal with not sleeping for 24 hours? I’ve never pulled an all-nighter, so this is gonna, be quite the experience. Here’s what I did as soon as I got home from school. On Friday, I took a shower cooked up a storm in the kitchen as a for mentioned and went to bed at 4 p.m. that’s right. I woke up 6 hours later at 10 p.m. my logic. Hopefully, there would be a chance that I might just pull through something else that I need to mention before we begin. Is that obviously there’s no way that I can actually prove to you that I really did paint for 24 hours? I’m aware of that, and unfortunately this is just one of those instances where you’re just gonna have to believe me, and you know what, if this isn’t the face of trustworthiness and accountability. I don’t know what is now right now, it’s 12 a.m. on a normal day. If I had just woken up, I would be eating breakfast and that’s what I’m doing now. I’m eating breakfast at 12 a.m. so I’m just gonna finish this tortilla, and then we can start painting my dudes at exactly 104 a.m. this roller coaster began. The photo I was painting was this one. I found it in the bowels of Pinterest, it’s very aesthetic I’ll put a link to it in the description box below I saved myself some of the trouble by already having sketched out the proportions earlier that day back to the painting, I started by doing an underpainting Personally, I don’t really enjoy doing under paintings.
I prefer to just paint right on the canvas, but I decided to give it a try since the internet pretty much screams at me. I’m waiting for it to dry we’re gonna start on the background now and I’m gonna use acrylic paint because I feel like it’ll be easier to layer than oils. I feel really bad for whoever this is. I could just imagine waking up one day and hearing that Johanna Celia has butchered your face in paint form. It’s only been 38 minutes of me doing this and I already want to stop anyways. Let’s keep going then it was time to tackle the sky in the photo. The sky is incredibly light. It’s almost white, so all I had to do was make it look like a smurf pooh-poohed on the canvas and smeared it around very badly moving more into the foreground. I then painted the grass I started by blocking in some of the darker tones and then adding in the lighter ones. I just sounded like a legit artist when I said that take that clued Minette hello, it’s 4:00 a.m. right now, so you know what that means time for my snack we’re gonna eat. Some artichokes sounds disgusting, but I don’t really have many more options. The painting not gonna lie, I’m pretty surprised with how it’s turning out. The grass looks really good for my standards at least. Actually, this eating reminds me a little bit of a rabbit hole that I fell down on YouTube a couple days ago, I started to watch mukbang youtubers and, let me just say first of all too much sauce like way too much and second of all, can we Stop with this therapy, please we’re gonna be switching over to oils. Now, I’m excited because I love oils way more than acrylic paint. It’s much more satisfying. You know, and the paint doesn’t try in like 0.2 seconds, so you don’t feel like you’re waging a war with your canvas every single time you try to paint anyways. Let’s keep going so I set out some oil paints, particularly some earthy tones and the primary colors and got to painting. Now I always like to start by painting the eyes should I have done that in this painting in hindsight, probably not because one they didn’t really end up.
Looking cohesive with the painting and number two it looked like her eyes were sucking you into the deep void of her colorless cold dead, soul. Anyways on went to the blue paint onto the canvas. I was watching Daria Kali on YouTube the other day, aka an artist who actually knows what she’s doing, and she told me that the whites of your eyes are not actually white, but rather a milky gray color. How does that help you, I don’t know all. I know is that it threw me for a bit of a loop to paint the skin around her eyes. I used this ridiculously miniscule detail brush that I brought from Michael’s the other day. It literally has like three hairs on it and it’s excellent for getting in all those nooks and crannies. When I got to the nose things got a bit sticky, she looked lopsided. She looked like a sad contestant on botched. The four had arrived with the ferocity of Debbie on Boxing Day. I have to admit the model in the photo has a very rectangular forehead. Maybe it’s just a trick of the light, or maybe it’s just cocaine, but I did struggle with it a considerable amount. It was 723 a.m. when the Sun was awoken by my madness. What I kept on painting her lips were the color of a Maybelline commercial, easy breezy beautiful. I just killed my ex and smeared his blood on my lips. You know good morning, my dudes, so it’s around 8 a.m. right now and it’s time for my second snack, I’m gonna eat some acorn squash. Now the painting is looking kind of strange, not gonna lie. I think it’s cuz. She doesn’t have any hair, so she kind of looks like Karlie Kloss, but if she was ten times more frightening, I have to comment on the fact that I’m doing everything wrong. There is no technique whatsoever here. Honestly, if I went into an art class and started doing my thing, I’m pretty sure the teachers would pass out. It’s really starting to hit me right now. I don’t know if you can tell but I’m running on fumes and we’re only eight hours in Bon Appetit. It was time to paint the hands and the rest of her exposed skin. I have to say, the hands in this photo are in really weird positions. It’s like some contortionist type stuff. Nevertheless, I painted her left hand quite quickly. Don’t ask me how long it took to figure out which of her hands was the left one, but her other hand put up more of a challenge in the photo.
It looks like a Velociraptor claw, so it was quite challenging to paint it without making it look. Like frog hands other things, it looks like the hand of a sloth, this person, with only three fingers, the digits of every Pokemon ever okay, I’ll stop. Okay, so we finished all the skin, we’re nine hours. Fifteen left to go, I’m gonna start on the clothes. Next and then we’ll move on to the hair. Finally, I’m gonna have to find a way to make it all dry really quickly, so that I can put all the grass and stuff overtop of it cuz the photo has like greenery and shrubs intertwined all over it. So I’ll have to figure that out, I’m falling asleep. Let’s move on, it was already 10:20 a.m. I started painting her shirt and I was honestly doing pretty well, if I do say so myself I had gotten a sudden boost of energy, but for now I would like to give a quick show-and-tell presentation of the songs. I was listening to number one eye of the tiger by survivor. This isn’t a song you would probably listen to while painting, because it makes you irrationally angry, but I paint better when I’m angry, so it worked in my favor. Actually, I work better when I’m angry in general, but in fact, when I was in grade 3, my school would hold these plays every year to get parents to funnel more money into the principal’s pockets. It worked because the prospect of being in the Lion King really did rile all those ten year olds up now to get a spot in the play you had to audition by singing a song of your choice, guess what song I chose! That’s right. I tired my performance was magnificent: anyways thought that was cute. I just realized how long I’ve been sleeping on Fleetwood Mac and I must admit I am heavily ashamed. Their songs are amazing. In the group themselves gives me Adams, family vibes and I’m here for it numero 3 holding out for a hero by Bonnie Tyler, the first time I heard this song. I thought it was called holding out for herpes. That’s it! That’s all. I have to say number 4, another brick in the wall by Pink Floyd. I wonder if this qualifies me to buy that Pink Floyd banty from brandy melville, like every white girl ever even though I’ve never been to one of their concerts. Number 5 she’s a maniac by Flashdance. This song is really good cuz. I am in fact a maniac and number 6.
This song is actually by Willow Smith. It’s called why don’t you cry and it’s really groovy Willow Smith is actually a very underrated singer. In my opinion, her voice is beautiful, and all I can say is that her hair whipping days are over. It was at this point that things took a nosedive. It was 12:00 10:00 p.m. I had just eaten my third meal of the day and the post eating tired spell had just began to set in, I was losing steam. It was time for me to take matters into my own hands. That’s right, ladies and gents. I indulged in the finer things in life and took a caffeine pill. Needless to say, I was on fire again. I sat down with a new determination in my eyes I painted her orange pants or skirt apron picnic blanket whatever you want to call it, and I went insane with this fiery hue. It’s 4:18 right now, and I’ve just finished whatever the heck. That is. I tried to follow the shapes in the photo as much as possible, but not gonna lie. They are some very weird shapes so now we’re gonna tackle her luscious locks. My mom came by earlier and said that she kind of looks like Christina Aguilera and I have to admit she does funnily enough, I’m still not hungry. I don’t know what stars lined. I don’t know what miracle was cast upon me, but I’m not hungry, and that is an anomaly so yeah, let’s keep going. Then I started on the hair. I hate painting, hair, it never works. For me. I love it. I tried what everyone has ever told me to do put in the dark parts and then add in the light: did it work knock? Was I fed up yah? This is frustrating me a lot like a severe amount. I’m irritable, tired and hungry. It’s a turbo. Stratify. Might say so myself, you know I could be doing so many other things than this right now. I could be at Coachella listening to Taemin pallor right now. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever paid to get secondhand high in the middle of the desert, while half naked, and then my good friend trial-and-error stepped in to wreak havoc in the Nefer to save her hair and stop it from looking like spaghettified carpet. I used my detailed brush. I tried using yellow, I tried just blending it all together Nothing worked and the anti just settled with this and got to painting her Sombra.
Actually this isn’t a sombrero Is it it’s a Sun Hat? Sorry, if I offended everyone and their uncle anyways, I like to imagine what this painting would look like if I had a fedora or maybe a bandana, what about a beanie eventually, I finished the Hat, and it was time for me to focus on the things in The foreground, like the grass and flowers, however, here’s the issue – oil paint takes ages to dry time is not a luxury at this moment, so I would just have to paint over it and hope for the best Obviously I did everything in my power to try to dry it as much as possible I even waited one full hour to give it as much time to dry at 9:41 I decided that I would wait no longer if I was to finish this painting in time So I ate some zucchini noodles and butternut squash and got to finishing the painting It was all finishing touches from here on out The face was bothering me slightly, so I worked on deepening her eye sockets and adding some mentioned to the face One more hour went by It was the home stretch Now I painted the grass I thought this would be a disaster, because the background on which I was painting it was still wet, but for some reason it allowed me to make these really delicate and blurry Blades of grass, I was a fan of it I painted the dandelions The painting was starting to come together and I was living I forgot how ugly the hair looked and went ham on those flowers I must admit I surprised myself here I thought it was gonna look dreadful, but it didn’t for my standards at least the last hour arrived I was still busy painting and I was actually really happy with it for the first time in a while, I was actually happy of a painting I made a rarity if I might say so myself I could not be stopped I could not be tamed Miley Cyrus 20 19 20 Minutes left I was not gonna halt my efforts here No, no, no! The piece was coming together and I was excited two minutes left my troops We have too many eggs in the baskets and not enough hens I could not wait for this to be over, but I was having too much fun painting one last brushstroke, one last Apple of pain, one last beating of the devil out of my paintbrush The world was about to end