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Blast from the past.

Posted in Almost irrelevant topics., Mechanisms., Self-reflection. on March 30, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

I have started to see a pattern develop in my work- the underplaying of hypersexualized images, and the sexualizing of everyday images. I ran across an old photo I took of a friend when I was… sixteen. Relatively young. And it wasn’t the first photo in this sort of vein, either. I wish there was a class in which I could simply develop this theme as a way to build my portfolio. Do they do that at Agnes? Do they have portfolio building classes for photography?
I can’t remember ever loving a hobby, a passion, as much as I love photographs. And I know I could be so much better! I’m just an amateur.
All I’m saying is this is a skill I would like to develop as much as possible. Pleaseandthankyou artteacherslashacademicadvisor Nell Ruby. I know you’ll tell me exactly what I need to know about these things.
The photo I ran across:


Most immediately, it is part of a pair, a two part peering into the life in foreplay for this particular couple.
Quite possibly still one of my favorite photos from my collection.
If you are interested in where this came from and my old experiments, you can catch my profile at, and keep in mind that art gallery hasn’t been updated since 2008.

This is one of the few things I can look back and be proud of- my sixteenth year wasn’t all scandalous. Well, you know.


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. 😐

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.


Posted in Constructions., Mechanisms., Self-reflection. on March 27, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

In English, we are reading a book titled Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joesph Cornell. It is a text that uses poetry and prose to better explain the life and work of Joesph Cornell.
Professor DeWeese (that’s my English professor- look him up. He’s a mighty fine poet. In fact, I’ll do you one better: That is his blogspot, and it is great. Check him out!) asked us to write a paragraph in the style of the author, describing one of Cornell’s boxes he had chosen to display on the projector. This is what the box looks like:

Hotel Eden- Joesph Cornell.

And this is what I wrote:

“Little night music for the eyes.”
Jack be nimble. Jack be quick. The cuckoo sits on a crooked stick.
This is what the inside of a bird’s house looks like. The cuckoo prepares his worm on a wooden stove, heated with tidings and shiny fragments of discarded human life. Berries and a worm, to perfection. Medium-well. The early bird gets the worm, an inch at a time.
Shouldn’t something make noise?
The strategy of home and Gardens for birds…
Like ours, but with a few more corks. (Thus, more alcohol?) What a view.

I should be a bird, but only if you are a bird, too.
Being a bird would get pretty lonely without you.


So. For all of this, I have but one comment to make. If we are translating literature into art and art into literature, who is to say I cannot do both?

On doing art for Latin 202.

Posted in Abstracts., Constructions., Mechanisms. on March 10, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

First: the translated poem.
Catullus 07- Sometimes titled “How Many Kisses.”

You ask me how many of your kisses
are enough and more than enough for me, Lesbia.
As giant a number as there are grains of sand lying between Cyrenia,
where rests the temple of Jove,
and old Battus’s sacred tomb; or as many stars, when the night is silent,
as see the stolen loves of men.
It is enough and more than enough for mad Catullus
that you kiss with so many kisses
Kisses which the curious can neither count nor
bewitch them with an evil tongue.

The instructions were to make an artistic interpretation of one of the poems our class had read thus far. I chose that poem. This was my project:

Just needed somewhere to keep track of it, really. This seemed like the place to do it.

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.

I am a wave machine.

Posted in Mechanisms., Self-reflection. on January 24, 2011 by fullcircleproductions

My name is Rose.
I am a wave machine.

I am constantly rising and falling and recreating. These are predictable, and I bring them upon myself. To the untrained eye, I will always look the same, sponsor the same good times, and knock you over if you’re not paying attention… But I am different. Always different. Never two water particles together twice.
In conclusion, I am constantly moving the same way and reacting differently to what happens.