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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.


Notes: 03.27.2011.

Posted in Abstracts., Constructions., Mechanisms., Notes., Self-reflection. on March 28, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

We critiqued our abstracts today. Wait! Hold the presses! There is a second portion to the project? I have to take pictures to match the nonobjectional pieces in front of us?
I would like to change my abstracts to make the photo easier to conceptualize.
And I am assuming this is exactly why she didn’t tell us until now. ūüėź

Before we get to that, let’s talk about the art that has already been made.
I was especially drawn to Polly’s scattered/ cohesive pairings, not only because I feel Polly’s words without having her describe them to me, but also because it is obvious she made real efforts in doing this project the right way- intensely, focused on the task at hand and nothing else.
I feel as though, by now, everyone should know that my best work has come from dicking around- and don’t think that my best work is something to be proud of. I just haven’t gotten to that point yet. I suppose it is true that we admire the things we do not possess. Was that Nin? Or Nietzsche? Oh, well. I can’t remember the quote or the author, so let’s just pretend I said it. Cool? Cool.
But back to the point. Polly’s use of fierce black and stark white makes her image, one of her cohesive prints, full of dimension (contrast via shape/ value/ color). It’s just so damn awesome! I commend her and her work.

And this is the part where I write a polished paragraph about my choices for intense and mild…
Well, let me tell you about intense. Do you know what intensity is like? The sweat of anticipation on your upper lip, your heart beating furiously under your breast plate, your ribs cracking under the pressure of your lungs trying frantically to suck in oxygen that seems to have disappeared from the air around you? Yeah. It’s like that. It’s all that put together, and what you see when your eyes are closed. The incredible contrast in feeling and unpredictability of shape, form, and framing. There is an extra turbulence created by the media (charcoal), which only adds to the effect of intensity.
And as for mild? This is me imaging the moment you open your eyes after a plain dream. Not good, not bad. Just there. Much like the feeling (or lack thereof) I embodied for several of my teenage years. It is uniform and calm, with minimal contrast and little variation. even the lines are almost all horizontal, drawn in pencil. It was me shaping a piece of around the phrase, “Don’t rock the boat.”
They both were accomplished the way I had envisioned them- I only wish I had the skill to capture them more effectively.
{insert photos}

Oh, and as for the photos, I think I have an idea. But I’m not going to tell you what it is. You’ll just have to wait and see.

My dreams are crushed:

Posted in Abstracts., Constructions., Mechanisms., Notes., Self-reflection. on March 9, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

Otherwise known as Nell-says-no syndrome. :[
I explained my interest in using hot sauce as a medium, and not only do I have to interpret the smell visually, but I can’t use color! What madness is this? I am baffled so distinctly that I refuse to work any more on this project today. It’s back to the webbing board… Man.

Word web for brainstorming possible works based on my pair of words.

The orientation button is not working. I apologize for those who may be inconvenienced.

Art notes 03.07.2011

Posted in Constructions., Notes. on March 7, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

These are important, important, important. Without these, there is no art. There is no anything. So. Notes:

  • imposed thought
  • language
  • record and amount for all time spent (I feel like this hasn’t happened.)
  • unity- it should all come together the same way your thesis sums up what your paper is about
  • elements¬†¬†¬†¬† ->¬†¬†¬†¬† principles
    • line¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† rhythm
    • shape¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† balance
    • form¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† scale
    • value¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† proportion
    • color¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† emphasis
    • texture¬†¬†¬† proximity
    • space¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† contrast
  • Line: line quality, direction, structure and organization, soft, hard, blurred, organic… etc.
  • |¬†¬†¬†¬† \¬†¬†¬†¬† /¬†¬†¬†¬† —
    • active vs. irritating
    • every decision must support thesis
    • two ends of a spectrum

Once I realized I was writing all this down so I would know how to interact with my two words, my two ends of the spectrum, I was worried. Not for the assignment, no. Because the first two things I thought about were chicken wings and sex (and not necessarily in that order.) How can I possibly incorporate my feelings of these words into a nonobjectional piece of work and succeed?
Well, again. I don’t know. But I made a list for starters, and hopefully I’ll start working on the word web tonight (I love those!)

Mild                       Intense

  • dull¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†¬† bright
  • easy¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬†¬† focused
  • childish¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† serious
  • banana pepper¬†¬†¬†¬† cayenne
  • concussion¬†¬†¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† ¬† surgery
  • vanilla¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† cinnamon

Hours later (nine hours and some change, to be exact): I’m thinking maybe I can do some splatter work with green and red hot/ mild sauce, then paint it over with darker colors to see if the smell stays. These words are so vivid, marked into my brain and seared into my vocabulary. I don’t know that I’ll be able to just flatten them out into paper and let that be enough.

I don't know what's more disturbing- the fact that this exists, or the fact that it is incredibly close to the hybrid image of my first two thoughts...

Still Life Critique, or on why there are words around my drawing.

Posted in Almost irrelevant topics., Notes., Still life. on February 22, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

You can choose to pay attention to either title: the one that seems more exciting or more informational, less hassle or less involved. I’m just gonna let you know now that Nell distracted me from my original purpose of explaining my evaluations of peer-pieces, and pushed¬† me instead to explain the relationship of the words and the shapes in my still life. I try to do something selfless, and look what she does to it. Tisk, tisk.
Okay. Bethany and I ended up with our work grouped together because we both formed a bond between our senses, and that is pretty cool. Her lyrics are much, much more uplifting than mine. I mean, like, whoa. She speaks of Heaven, and I speak of Hell. Another reason I feel like Nell put these pieces together.
Cee Cee’s piece, on the other hand, was not much like mine at all. I had the pleasure of working next to her for the duration of this project and the opportunity, therefore, to admire her pseudo-obsessive attention to detail. The reflections on the hoses in her drawing are fabulous.

Now, onto the real reason I am writing. To explain my musical choices.
Reason #1- Fiona Apple’s “Sleep to Dream”

Reason #2- Cee-Lo Green’s “Fuck You”

You know what makes this pairing awesome? I mean besides the incredible beats, clever words, and catchy hooks… This basically spans my entire existence. Fiona’s song came out in 1996; I was four. Cee-Lo’s song came out in 2010, and I was eighteen. And I put them on the same playlist for me to get angry to, to focus my attention with, in 2011. The range astounded me, and it very much influenced my work. Age. Hm.

02.09.2011 (I am quickly running out of clever titles.)

Posted in Notes., Self-reflection. on February 9, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

You know how you assume that everyone else sees the same thing you do? That is an entirely true assumption. A thing, a stationary presence, is going to look similar. But capturing that presence on paper?
Totally different story.
The particular image that caught my eye was a rendering of a box, Hell, it’s not even a whole box. It’s part of a box. This part of a box blew my mind. The successful use of sharpie and pencil really made the image pop. [Note: I have not been able to photograph this image, but when I find it again, I’ll bust it out real quick-like.]

Okay, so. Here is ze earthz. It is a mighty fine earthz you might say… Ooh. Sorry, folks. Too much YouTube this week. Anyway, let me tell you what I learned from our very first critique! A lot of peers tried to get to know all of it at one time, instead of learning it piece by piece. Make no mistake, I did the same thing. I was overwhelmed by the amount of information my brain was receiving from my eyes, so my interpretation of the still life reflected my panic. This was initially upsetting because I didn’t know how to fix it. Slowly, though, my process became clearer, and I used a few techniques we learned in previous class periods (blind contour, drawing the negative space, and an amalgamation of the two), slowed down a little, and paid attention to everything but what I was drawing. Music, my neighbors, the sunlight… Anything but what I was trying to see. It felt forced otherwise, unreal. And I think that was a shocker for me: seeing what’s not there is making a portrait of what is. 3-d rendering is a pain-staking, gut-wrenching work when all you can see are the objects in front of you, but when the rest of your life comes to play, when you can begin to imagine that a bunch of boxes and rubber tubing is, say, a Roman military helmet (other classes come into play often for me), your lines become more determined because you know what you see- and more importantly, you know what you can see.
I like that. Knowing what you can see.
It’s like being a kid, but backwards.
These things are starting to come more naturally to me now.

And, of course, I could be wrong about all this. But I don’t think I am.

First art notes. 01.26.2011

Posted in Notes. on January 26, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

linear perspective- strings

1. plumb line: impose a grid upon what we see (but don’t ever draw that grid on the paper. Grids= trouble!)

2. unit measurements: proportional relationship of objects and shapes to other objects and shapes.

3. angles: look and see angle based on grid lines.

Simple concept, complex follow-through. If it was easy, it wouldn’t be a whole semester’s worth of learning. That is what I have decided.
What else is a simple concept with a complex follow-through? Taking lighters apart and reconstituting them as toys. Wanna see?:

Check it outtt.

The end!