Archive for April, 2011

Shh. Don’t tell Nell how behind I am.

Posted in Self-portrait., Self-reflection. on April 26, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

Okay, okay. So I am a sucker for lists. Doesn’t much matter what it is you’re trying to tell me, just bullet point it and add some cutesy pictures and I’m hooked. Admitting this is incredibly difficult for me, the college student and possible English major, because I am expected to understand the complexity of life without it being spelled out for me; this might be the reason I enjoy the shortcut entitled “lists” so much. Things seem so much more organized and much more manageable broken up into pieces. But we’ll get to this later.

Today in class, I started in on day two of my self-portrait. Several of my classmates complimented the “creepiness” of the work and my hair, though whether they meant the hair on the paper or my real hair, I can’t be sure. We’re going to go with both.
I could have screamed…  Although I assume no one would have been able to hear it for the mask I have to wear. (Note to self: Wash your face before every visit to your piece. It gets hot and sweaty and generally uncomfortable under that mask business. Also, charge your Ipod. That performance today sans music was just sad.) I covered and erased and covered and erased and squinted and measured and tried eighty-thousand different ways to get precise lines, but to no avail. My head was too small on the paper, my nose too small for my eyes.  AND THE MASK WAS HUGE. I must have been transfixed by the difference it made in rendering myself (Nell’s class directions were for the nose and lips- I could see neither on my face). Did I mention this was around the time my easel fell apart? Thanks to Polly Nance for helping me reset my work space. :]

Thing number two I have a hard time admitting: Nell is right. I am a wanderer. I don’t stick in one part of my artwork for too long; I try to get a general feel for the big picture and go in to make slight changes as needed. I cannot do that in this project; I have to touch only the parts of black that are attached to a finished shape. I don’t know if I can do it, or, more precisely, I don’t know at what point in this project I will feel confident in my ability to see. If ever. But! I read this amazing list just a few minutes ago (don’t you like how I brought it all back? I bet you do!), and it really pointed my artistic compass back toward north. Well, northish. You can’t really point a rat out of the gutter, you can only give her better scraps. This is the article:, and I highly recommend it to anyone who’s struggling with her own mind to get this thing created (Elle, Katie, and Kelley specifically, if I can recall correctly from class).
Make it more manageable! Break it up into pieces smaller and smaller until you can’t even recognize yourself in the mirror, then fake it ’til you make it.

This class in one sentence: Sometimes the whole really does only equal the sum of its parts, so pay attention to how it all fits together.


Self-Portrait: For starters.

Posted in Notes., Self-portrait., Self-reflection. on April 22, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

First: I am allergic to charcoal dust.
Second: Our self-portraits will be done in charcoal, specifically by grinding charcoal pieces into one piece of paper (or palate) and swiping them onto our working piece with toilet paper. (As Nell says, because it’s supplied by the school, and it’s scratchy!)
Third: we will have to erase the highlights from our faces onto this paper covered in charcoal dust, while using only a kneaded eraser as your tools?

So this is our teacher-student conversation went: it. Wear a mask.
Rose: … You want me to draw a portrait of myself in the mirror while I have a mask on my face? How is that gonna work, Nell? Should I try to recall, like from memory or something?
Nell: Oh. No, I guess you’re right… Wait! Just draw it as part of your face! It would be interesting and cool, and it sounds like it would be right up your alley.
Rose: Oh. Okay. Sure. Whatever you say.

This goes back to the fact that Nell could fail me. I could have argued with her, and she would have seen it as a refusal to do an assignment, and I’m almost positive that means I would automatically fail the class. I vote no.
So Bethany covered my paper in charcoal dust while I waited patiently for a mask- I couldn’t even walk all the way into the art room without it. Finally, we start- and almost as soon as we start, I am frustrated. My frustration and satisfaction come in waves for most of the afternoon, based upon how much work I did versus how much work I had to cover back up to start over. All in all, I left on a sing-sing note. In fact, I hate that I have to wait so long to start working on it again.

Dream: 04.14-04.15.2011

Posted in Abstracts., Almost irrelevant topics., Self-reflection. on April 15, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

Can I tell you about the dream I had last night? I know it’s a little off-topic, but really. It’s interesting! And very aesthetic.
You know what? I don’t need your permission because this is my blog, and you won’t be reading it until after I am done writing it, anyway. Winning!

So. We were here at Agnes. All of us. Some of us (well, a lot of us!) were performing in a tribute dance for Michael Jackson- more specifically- Thriller. Almost every girl on campus was dressing up as a zombie for the parade, and Phoebe Perry had taught all of them the appropriate dance. Anyway, a friend of mine in the dream, a girl I’ve never seen before in real life, comes to walk next to me and let me know that she isn’t participating either, so we could hang out and watch everyone else (My dancing is so bad I don’t even do it in my dreams. How sad.) dance down the streets of Decatur. She was in a white dress. That was very distinct. Long, curly hair. Bright blue-green eyes. White, white teeth.
Then it started to rain. She and I (the mystery girl, that is) walked alongside the parade, getting pelted with giant masses of water. The show went on, though. And then! Suddenly, the dancers all began to turn toward us with a deprived, hungry look in their eyes. We raced to a van to find it magically unlocked, and tumbled into the back unscathed. We locked the doors, and only just in time- the girls had begun to smear their sweaty, peeling faces onto the doors and window of the vehicle.
Weird, right? I thought so, too. But wait! It gets better.
I drove us to DeKalb Medical Center, just down the road from school. I figured there could be no safer place considering the situation we had just come from. We got out and spoke with the nurses and any other staff we could run down. Finally, we got a hold of a security guard who believed our story, and he ushered us to a waiting room to allow us to calm down and for him to contact his boss regarding the issue. Little did we know; he had put us in a quarantine room with the intention of killing us. I watched blue smoke creep in through the air conditioning vent, a sure sign of poisoning. Obviously! So I pried open the doors and grabbed Mystery Girl’s hand and headed for the exit.
And that is the end, folks.

I looked up the colors and main themes to try to find some symbolism and/ or reasoning behind all this. My records are as follows:

  • Blue: could mean happy or sad, depending on the context. Wanting to get away from a situation with your clarity intact.
  • White: most commonly “a clean-slate.” Hm.
  • Dark green: indicates materialism, deciet, and/or difficulties sharing. Also a hm.
  • Getting wet from the rain: indicates cleansing from your troubles and problems.
  • Zombies attack!: To dream that you are attacked by zombies indicates that you are feeling overwhelmed by forces beyond your control, or you are feeling out of touch.
  • Hospital: You need to get back to the flow of everyday life, or you are afraid of losing control of your body.
  • School: relates to anxiety about performance and abilities.

So, if I am interpreting this correctly, I want to run away from my problems, all of them, without reprimand, with a clean slate in a new place with a girl who seems innocent but is really out to deceive me and take my money… That sounds like my conscious life, but with zombies. I didn’t need Michael Jackson for that.
I wonder if I could make this dream a painting… ?


Creature critiques.

Posted in Constructions., Creatures. on April 13, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

This was the day of the creature critiques, in case you didn’t pick that bit of info up from the title; I know I can get a bit cryptic sometimes. ;]
Every time I come into this class more impressed by the works. These animals were so clever and creative! There is, of course, a fine line to walk between creativity and bull-hockey (ole!), and I wonder who in my class has blurred this line (besides me! ’cause that’s just inevitable), and why they were willing to fudge where they did. Buttt… That’s just my imaginationnnn, runnin’ away with meeee. (insert Temptations dancing here)

So, you want pictures and a description? Okay. I’ll give you pictures and a description. Can you handle it?

Choweron Wishmissus (Those are Latin endings, folks!)

This is a magical clam with an antenna. It is not much to look at, as far as animals go, but that is part of the clam’s charm. In fact, the ugly exterior drive away those that are “shallow” (these clams live in deep water), and only those who can “see” beyond the outside of a creature can utilize its power.
Once captured, the person is granted one wish, received by touching the antenna, and the gift will appear to the wisher from the wish pad on the clam’s tongue.
Very enthralling.

See, now. Your mind is blown. What am I going to do with a blown mind? Sigh.

Well, let me tell you, if I had had more time, I would have outfitted this clam with a light up wish pad, interactive in the same fashion as mood rings, written a children’s sea adventure about him… I would have decked him out for sure.
If you would like to read about a set up of light similar to the interactivity I was describing, see: (the document is ironically devoid of color).

This project opened up a whole other can of worms/creativity/pretty lies, and it is overwhelming the places we can go from here. Woo!

Oh, and PS. When Nell asks you what part of your creature you think is the most representative of you, do not say, “I have a big, pink tongue and can give you whatever you wish for.” She may not hear it, but the awkwardness never goes away.