Thursday, September 22, 2011
Influential Art
All of the following photos are of objects that are out of context and in turn are discomforting, provocative, and controversial. The spark new ways of seeing and thinking about the way you view something.
When is Graffiti, Graffiti?
This is a LINK
This website is most certainly fun to play with but where do you draw the line for actual reality? Is what is being produced on this site actually graffiti just because the website is called "Graffiti Creator"? What constitutes graffiti? Does the art work have to be on the side of a building, under train tracks, or done in the middle of the night to be considered graffiti? Graffiti can be considered an artistic expression of manipulating language, words, and fonts but it is also widely viewed as vandalism and destruction of property. These thoughts tie into those that I came across in a collage study of color as a study of context and representation.
This site made me start to think about what make graffiti so interesting to me and what about it strikes my fancy. Is it the color? Is it the words? Is it the idea that it is illegal? Is it controversial and political context? Is graffiti art?
This website is most certainly fun to play with but where do you draw the line for actual reality? Is what is being produced on this site actually graffiti just because the website is called "Graffiti Creator"? What constitutes graffiti? Does the art work have to be on the side of a building, under train tracks, or done in the middle of the night to be considered graffiti? Graffiti can be considered an artistic expression of manipulating language, words, and fonts but it is also widely viewed as vandalism and destruction of property. These thoughts tie into those that I came across in a collage study of color as a study of context and representation.
This site made me start to think about what make graffiti so interesting to me and what about it strikes my fancy. Is it the color? Is it the words? Is it the idea that it is illegal? Is it controversial and political context? Is graffiti art?
Thesis Prep II Collages
COLOR IN THE SENSE OF CONTEXT
- When represented out of context pops out
- a bright orange building pops out
An orange building in a city can stick out like a sore thumb because mostly color is not used. However, in a field full of 4-leaf clovers the color green would not stick out as being out of context. When the background is made black and white the single green clover left suddenly becomes the point of focus.
COLOR IN THE SENSE OF REPRESENTATION
- color in context and out of context
- color as a representation of differences
- color as a variable (ever changing)
Many things come in different colors
- apples - roses
- candy - gemstones
- people - grapes/wine
Colors are thought to show/evoke different emotions and experience
I am interested in the idea that whether a red apple or green...it is still an apple.
"What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet"Color serves as a coating but not as a definition.
Though web searches of people during their life cycle I found two pictures that struck something of interest. I found a picture of a baby right next to a picture of a 100-year-old woman give some sort of rocker sign. The idea that you start your life as a child and end your life as a child and what happens in between is a result of and influences your beginning and ending stages is similar to architecture. A building starts as nothing and ultimately ends as nothing but what happens in the middle or “life time” is what truly makes the architecture. It would be interesting to further investigate how people at different stages of life interact and contribute to the spaces around them.
PASSAGE OF TIME AS A STUDY OF CYCLE AND THE BEGINNING, INTERMEDIATE AND ENDING STAGES
LIFE CYCLE
- 1-115
- young-old
- diapers-diapers
- child to child
- what is the transition that happens in the middle stages
- people at all ages have needs- what are the different specific needs of different age groups
How does time change a person? what does time mean to people of different ages?
Though web searches of people during their life cycle I found two pictures that struck something of interest. I found a picture of a baby right next to a picture of a 100-year-old woman give some sort of rocker sign. The idea that you start your life as a child and end your life as a child and what happens in between is a result of and influences your beginning and ending stages is similar to architecture. A building starts as nothing and ultimately ends as nothing but what happens in the middle or “life time” is what truly makes the architecture. It would be interesting to further investigate how people at different stages of life interact and contribute to the spaces around them.
PASSAGE OF TIME AS A STUDY OF A CYCLE OF REPETITION
SEASON
- cycle
- repeat/rhythm
- changing but reoccurring
- color in times of day and season change as well
a tree is the same tree in the summer and winter but appropriate appearance changes
Bombing Modernism
Bombing Modernism
This website offers a new interesting view of why graffiti started. I am intrigued by the idea that architecture caused graffiti to start. I want to further investigate how to cause graffiti to happen through architecture.
This website offers a new interesting view of why graffiti started. I am intrigued by the idea that architecture caused graffiti to start. I want to further investigate how to cause graffiti to happen through architecture.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Poems I Love
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
One you do not remember
The other you call mother.
Two different lives
Shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star
The other became your sun.
The first gave you life
The second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love
And the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality
The other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent
The other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first smile
The other dried your tears.
One gave you up
It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child
And was led straight to you.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-Robert Frost
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If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars,
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I'd see the oak tree in the acorn more often,
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd model less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars,
I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I'd see the oak tree in the acorn more often,
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd model less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love
-by Diane Loomans
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Self Motivation...
Scary? … always
A Surprise? … maybe
An Accident? … sometimes
A Mistake? … NEVER
I am a gift, a gift of life.
Whether black, white, rich or poor, a gift
Sure it was considered, but never followed trough with.
I still breathe, see, hear… I am alive.
I am lucky one might say
…Fortunate
I was given a new home, life, family.
I was accepted…loved
Love gave me life
Life now gives me love
I am a lover of my life
Let life live…
Why does it have to be a mistake?
Why end it before it starts?
Was it…
Rape?
Stupidity?
Planned?
Does it matter? It is still life
DON’T TAKE IT AWAY!!
I am not me without my life
I am thankful for my life
For love
I am a gift
I am alive.
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