The collection we have is a very patchwork one. There are many unique components that make it what it is and each item is unique somehow to whoever brought it in. These pieces definitely reflect the kind of people we are and the kinds of things we posess and use in our everyday lives. The collection - I think - is a rather pretty one that, despite being made of what seems like junk, it really says something about our art group. Personally I think its uniqueness is what makes it so fun. Portia Munson obviosly knew how significant each little poece was or else her exhibits wouldn't have been so powerful
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
I didn't really know it, but I am a collector. No, I'm not talking about the accumulation of socks on my chair that is a result of my laziness or the massive amounts of clutter I've shoved onto my desk to clean at a later date (aka never). No, my friends, I'm talking about books. Stacks and stacks of books. A whole closet full of books. Five cubicles, two shelves, and a few baskets full of just books. My room is my library and I've accumulated so many books that I'm running out of room to store them all. Why have I amassed such a collection? Because it makes me so happy to know that I can go and look around for a book to read and find something I might have forgotten I had. It makes me happy to have so many books that are mine, books that don't have a due date or a sticker with a dozen other people's names on it. It makes me so, so happy that on a rainy Sunday I can pick and choose a pile of books like you would choose groceries off a store shelf and waste the day away reading them all in a massive cocoon of blankets. My collection is my pride and joy and for many other people, their collections are just as special. There's something to having a mass of things that you love or find fascinating that attracys not just people like me but many, many people worldwide. It seems that humans almost have an intrinsic tick that makes them want to collect things, whether it's CDs, plants, greeting cards, coins - or yes, even books. I can't be the only one!
(The pictures attached are of a few of the places where I stow my collection of books. I have many more hiding places and stashes; you'd think I was a squirrel. I also have a whole bag I haven't put away yet!)
Friday, November 1, 2013
I am definitely a member of team sketch. I enjoyed the experience of working with both materials amd I liked the progress and end results of both my pieces, but I liked that with the sketch I was able to erase potentially any mistake and redo it, whereas with the colored pencil drawing it was nearly permanent when used. And I erase a lot. I also don't like the colored pencil because I don't have enough knowledge of them right now for them to contribute to my sketches. When I sketch and I get it perfect, I don't want to chamge a thing, bit whenever I go to color it is never the same. I have to say that I liked my sketch of the jar better than the colored drawing itself. But alas, the project was a coloring one, and my coloring skills aren't completely inadequate. I quite like the color spectrum I managed to elicit from the candy piece.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Ah, colored pencils. The very pretty but very permenant impliments of drawing. Rivaled only by the pen and marker, the colored pencil is quite menacing in that once you put it down on paper, it is likely that you won't be ale to get it off. This was my challenge when we began the beginning sketches of jars full of colorful candy. Now, I made a pretty impeccible sketch if I do say so myself. I was thoroughly proud of it. When it came time to being coloring, though, I was lost. After some fiddling with different combinations on wax paper it became much easier to visualize what my end result would look like. Attached is a picture of the work in progress. I am especially happy with the lid! I am nearly finished and my newfound knowledge of colored pencil drawings aided my drawing endevors a lot.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Dina's Slideshow - slideshows
This year has been... amazing, to say the least. I learned so much about art that I didn't know before. Techniques, art styles, artists new and old... you name it, we basically covered it. I have to say, was skeptical at first about how much fun I would actually have in this class. Because I was more accustomed to sketching and doing cartoonish, manga-esque doodles then actual art with paints and watercolors and clay, I thought I wasn't going to be any good. It turned out, though, that everything I learned helped me in some way. I love how free we could be with our choices in style and how we create our pieces to reflect ourselves. I remember the day of the midterm: some people had brought in newspaper clippings, some photos, some even brought their own paint kits or utilized exacto knives t get the effect they wanted. It didn't matter what you use, just how you felt it looked when it was done. Me? Well, all I brought were some graphite drawing pencils, but with those little things I made my favorite piece of the year. That piece and my short story piece were by far my best in my opinion and I'm so, so happy with them and all the other pieces I've done. In a year, I went from being an insecure artist who doodled cartoon characters in her spare time not knowing what to expect to a girl who's pretty well learned in lots of different styles of art, which is a fact I'm thoroughly proud of. I'm so happy having one great year of art education under my belt!