May 25, 2012
Collective Identity For art show 2012
Now that the art show is over and all is cleaned up, I can’t help but reflect on how I’ve always worked to get to this point. As a kid I would walk around the art show holding some girls hand who was in my class and look at all the art. Everything seemed so big. I always left the art show with widen eyes and a more open mind.I feel like I set a goal for myself to be in the art show as a young kid. It all just seemed so cool. To me it just seemed like one big ol family to me. I wanted to be apart of something growing up and finally once I reached the high school I found my family. Through out all my years of art I’ve come to know so many talaented people and epeically the teachers. I have really loved becoming closer with the teachers over the years. All of them together realy make this art department awesome. The support that the art teachers have given me have really paid off this year. My art show installtion was everything I imagened it to be it was because of my teachers that I got that far. As a whole group of artists this years art show was awesome. I was so proud and happy to be apart of this years 25th anniversary. I believe this years art show really showed how we can all come together like a family and produce something so magnificent.
June 1st, 2011
Collective Identity: As a Group of people, As a group of artists I believe that we are like trail mix. All thrown together into one art program to create something strikingly beautiful. As individuals in this art department we do have the occasional nut. But it takes having those occasional nuts to break down the thin shell that surrounds us. We also have M&ms in this trail mix of art. Each one a different color that stands out in there own unique way. Each and every one of us have different ways of producing, creating and molding things into something new, but its the different ways of achieving greatness that holds our nutty art department together.
Friday March 18, 2011
Comic Narrative:
As there are many of me all over this still life I strive to find my own independence, my gorgeous spot in this world. I look like all my brothers and sisters, first cousins and second cousins, third and forth.. Even fifth cousins twice removed! I want to be on my own, and break away from this stem. It seems to be the only thing that’s holding me back from reaching my real dream. My real dream of being… Well I haven’t really gotten that far yet, but the point is I know I’ll get somewhere and that there are big plans and big things waiting for me outside of this art room. Sure its nice in here, colorful.. Smells okay.. Sometimes. It gets a little loud sometimes though and all I hear about is what happened on jersey shore last night and how hard I am to draw. I mean come on, I’m probably the most beautiful thing up here. You should be honored to draw me. Especially me.. Screw all my others that look just like me. Just focus on me! Me! Me! That’s who its all about these days, me. Or at least that’s who it SHOULD be about. I don’t see why its not. I’m starting to think I should be an actress. I want to see my name in lights and people running around at my every want and need! I want stardom! Oh How I can see it now, my name shining in lights over every movie theater in the world! It’ll read, “Maple and The Miller.” A comedy of how a maple leaf finds her way to stardom by the help of her high school art teacher Mr.Miller!
Tragic Narrative:
I am a fish out of water and I will never be anything more then that. I will be forever stuck in this still life and that is tragic enough. Not only that but I am surrounded by all these odd looking creatures. These odd looking creatures even have odd smells of all sorts. Some of them even smell of garlic and Doritos. Gross! As if being a fish out of water isn’t enough, I haven’t spoken to my mother in years and she’s probably worried sick about me. Probably thinks I’m dead or was served on a plate to one of these odd creatures. If only I could speak to my mother and be with her swimming freely in the ocean again. Oh how I miss the blue sea and all the wide open space I used to have. I miss being able to move. This still life really sucks. I mean really who wants to be still all there life? Not me! But tragically enough I have to be still All. The. Time. Who wants that! Oh yeah probably these so called “artists”. Psh silly artists, as If they know me. Know what I’ve swam through.. Or used to swim through since they took me away from that! I mean I’m just a fish.. What business do I got doing in still life? Gosh darn artist.. Gosh darn this still life I am forced to stand still in! I miss my fish mama! Ooo woah is me!
HAIKU’S:
SAMMI
So many dresses I wish I had.
Glitter and glam is my thang.
Step into my closet.
SUMMER
Made out of clay yo
Water colors paintings of life
Gets me through my strife.
LEXI
I hang my clothing
Your moms matches burn slowly
Your roses are dead.
CHARLIE
Baby inside me
Money doesn’t grow on tree’s
Someday You will die.
PIPER
Dead moths in a jar
I hope someday I’m not there
Moths smell bad in a jar yo.
11/15/10
THE GREAT SEA BOXER: A true story of an octopus named Marcos and his Life Journey to Freedom.
Once upon a time a young octopus came into the sea world with hopes and dreams of becoming a sea boxer. TO bad for Marco the octopus his mother Loretta and father Thomas did not approve of there sons foolish dream to become a sea boxer. Marcos’s dream grew and grew and his parents because more and more mad at him. Marcos’s family could never accept a boxer because everyone in his family was a sea poker champion. Sadly Marcos’s mother Loretta stared restricting his food intake with hopes that it would drive her son away from wanting to be a sea boxer. This angered Marcos. Marcos’s yellow orange skin slowly started turning into a firery red, his muscles started bulging and growing larger and larger. He was starting to think he looked pretty good for not being allowed to eat. looking into the mirror in his sea bathroom he had a flashback to the start of life. All the way back to when he only knew the color of the sea. Blue Blue. Blue and more blue. then there was always this bird. the bird was something his mother always told him about to help settle him when she would put him to bed as a child. Marcos’s mother also told him that catching the bird will set him free from everything and anything. The colors and simplicity of the bird appealed to Marcos. quickly snapping back into reality and whipping the drool from his face Marcos took a seat on his bed and pondered what just happened to him. That flash back was odd he thought. As Marcos drifted into a sleep sitting up his dream seemed so real . he saw blue and six oddly paired shapes with strange fabric surrounding them. A perfect square went around the one and only freedom bird. Although Marcos’s couldn’t see the bird to clearly. Slowly a blue figure emerged from the depth of the sea blocking any sight of the bird. The face seemed familiar. It was bill the shark! ill was blocking the bird. Marco’s only option to grabbing the bird was to box bill. There were jabs to the left and jabs to the fight. upper cut here upper cut there! then suddenly bill swam back some to come to notice his nose was bleeding profusely. While bill was distracted by his nose Marcos;s took the chance to grab the freedom bird. SNATCH! he got the freedom bird and swam away quickly and stuffed the bird into his pocket. The bird sang songs the whole way home. he couldn’t get it to shut up. He went to poke it to see if that would do anything to make it shut up.. then bird bit him. SNAP! then Marcos awoke from his dream in hot sweat. Then suddenly he felt something squirm i his pocket. Marcos slowly pushed his hand into his pocket and pulled out what he couldn’t believe.. it was the freedom bird! Marcos’s dream of being a sea boxer will now have a better chance of coming true thanks to the freedom bird. HE can now break free from his parents and all this troubles and be free with the freedom bird and be the sea boxer he always wanted to be!! The freedom bird lives on FOREVER!!
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2009 – 2010 School Year
Collective Identity
6/1/10
Each one of us is different. Each one of us makes a different approach on how we go about doing our art, but in the end we all make art. We all strive for the accomplishment of creating something of our very own with our own hands. At the Wissahickon Art show there were things such as traditional artwork like the still life surveillance drawings and portraits. There were realistic drawings, and ones that even resembled photo like images. My personal favorite was the whole lot of abstract expressionism. Although everyone’s art is different I feel that the art show helps bring everyone together into one huge giant instillation. Thats how i tried to look at this year. As everyone’s separate little panels as its own instillation. It took me standing in the door way and looking down on everything to come to the conclusion that our art show one giant insulation and the differences and similarities between people just blend and mix and make a giant ball of AWESOMENESS.
Conceptual art proposal
4/27/10
For my conceptual piece I would use the cameras to capture different peoples expression when they think they hear something odd or are put into an awkward situation. I would take the images i capture and draw them onto a huge piece of paper with tons of colleague..but For example if I saw a guy alone in a hallway I would take advantage of the fact that e is alone and will probably react in a different way then he would he if were with people. I also think that besides putting someone in an odd situation and seeing their reactions it’s also funny as hell to see someone have the crap scared out of them. Imagine just watching a blank screen then you see just the hallway and a single boy walking down the hall about to turn a corner when all of sudden a large man in a gorilla costume runs at you screaming something extremely loud while your turning around the corner. You collide and the screams from the boy echo through the hallways. Id do little experiments with the people through the camera when there alone in the hallways, make them hear things, throw things at them.. Id be in control so I guess I could do just about anything. it’s almost like playing God. hahaha.
Prompt Question: What are the ethical differences (if any) between the surveillance of objects/property and living subjects? 4.22.10.
When survelling an object or a person or even property you are performing the same task, You are watching them/it. Studying them. Trying to get every detail or at least something close. Something that I see that remains common among all three of those things is that there’s almost a desire of trying to get the image you are either painting or drawing as perfect as possible. Although it doesn’t always turn out how you like it I think that each of those three things has a different level of pressure when your trying to draw,paint,or whatever with it. When drawing an object while you’re survelling it there isn’t much pressure because you know the object wont get up and start moving. The same goes for property except there may be a new leaf or new flower, or different lighting. It’s also boring. I think the “highest level” of pressure between these three things when there being watched is living subjects. Living subjects can move around and change everything about themselves. There pretty much mighty morphers and you can’t really do anything to stop them. I don’t see a lot of differences between those three things but I think that the one that presents its self most clear is that one is harder than the other and requires penitents and time.
SURVEILLANCE LOGS:
DAY ONE 4/19..
I watched as he pealed the crayons back. Crayon after crayon melting them on to the same pieces of cardboard and also Eating that bagel. But little does he know there is cream cheese on the corner of his mouth. i wonder if he’ll get it. I wonder if he even knows that its there..Maybe I should tell him? haha no way. I’ll let the boy figure it out in his on good ol’ time.
DAY TWO 4/20..
Those crayons keep melting, and the crayon burner keeps burning. It smells bad today and I’m not sure why. The crayon crippler as i have now decided to call him has not stopped with crayons. I feel bad for all those crayons. i mean i can only imagine how it would feel to be one of them and have giant hands come and pick you out of a box and peal your skin off. oh my goodness how could a human do such a thing to such a helpless crayon. Right now the crayon crippler appears to be making a boat like structure. Although i find that boat a tad small to hold his larger frame on board.. ill see where he goes with it.
DAY THREE 4/21..
HIS STILL NOT DONE YET. How many more crayons do you need Mr. crayon Crippler? hmm? hm? I have become alittle sneaky and decided to go in a little deeper, ive come to find that..Crayon lives lost: 205 billion.. Injured: 74… OH CRAP.
DAY FOUR 4/22..
The crayons are crying because everyones dying. Help me! im not sure how much longer i want to sit across from this maniac. He terrifies me while he eats his banana.. chewing.. chewing.. takes another big bite. His multitasking. I suppose he has skills.
DAY FIVE 4/23..
Day five has come and i couldnt be happier for numerous reasons. I’m moving my seat today because i just cant bare another day in the eyes of the crayon crippler AKA Patrick West. Good luck world. i hope you keep your crayons safe.. because he will get them…. And MELT THEM ALL.
SURVEILLANCE LOG: DAY ONE
Monday 22, 2010
Today started out like any other day in the birdhouse. A phone call rang into the local pizza shop and the red power ranger was the only delivery boy on duty. He felt like it was destiny to be a pizza delivery boy, or should I say ranger? Anyway, on his journey to deliver the cheesy pepperoni pizza to the birdhouse he seemed to encounter something he had never thought would cross his path. Little did the red ranger pizza delivery boy know that giant man eating ants have taken over the sky. Admiring the huge ants that now roamed the sky of the birdhouse he couldn’t help but look at all the people that were intertwined with the wire surrounding the house. While standing on the roof looking in the opposite direction of what was behind him all of sudden he felt a sudden smack! In a state of panic he did all he could to try and save the pizza but it was no use. The man eating ants have taken over. Were in there world now.
SURVEILLANCE LOG: DAY TWO
Tuesday 23, 2010
Coils of red and blue spiral up to his fine mustache. Although he is eyeless he still wears a thick pair of specks. His eyebrows resemble fuzzy caterpillars with minds of there own. His nose is fairly large and takes over most of his “face.” I wondered why he wears glasses when he has no eyes to look out of them. hmmm
SURVEILLANCE LOG: DAY THREE
Wednesday 24, 2010
I gazed into her eyes. I couldn’t help but stair directly at her gray well taken care of mustache. It was then I thought to my self, why don’t I grow a mustache of my own? As my jealousy grew so did my curiosity. Not only of her world and her mind but of how one woman could grow such a fine mustache. I must know her secret! Aside from gazing and starting to drool over her fine facial hair features I couldn’t help but notice a baby girl dangling out of a guitar. Not only was this baby dangling out of a guitar but she was holding on to her daily catch. By that I mean, this baby girl is a grape mongol. This is not common among young babies. In the case’s I have seen, which has only been 34 they have only been mildly bad, but this was a whole other story. I mean this baby was literally risking her young life for a grape vine. Hmm, babies these days…
SURVEILLANCE LOG: DAY FOUR
Thursday 25, 2010
After having a pleasant dream about growing a mustache that everyone admired, I awoke to Winnie the pooh and the other red power ranger going at it again. The blue power ranger is very jealous. I can see the expression right through his mask. Although the blue power ranger is married to the green ranger he still will never confess his true love for the sweet red ranger who once treated him so tenderly.
SURVEILLANCE LOG: DAY FIVE
Friday 26, 2010
This whole place was just over run with things I never realized I wanted. I couldn’t help but grow jealous of those big yellow glasses with the green stars on the corners. Those little stars really added a nice touch. Aside from yearning for her sunglasses my attention turned to the angry fish bellow. Not only was there one but two. Two of the same fish. Yes, twins. I started to listen in to what they were saying to each other. I found out that both fish have fallen in love with the police women who lived above them. The bickered on for a couple more minutes before going silent again.
Still life Surveillance Prompt Response
Prompt question: Where does truth and/or fact exist in the relationship between the surveillant and the surveilled?
2/25/10
Whether you notice it or not your always being watched by someone around you, either by a camera, video camera, or a hidden camera of some sort. Being watched or surveilled is pretty much eating away at your own personal privacy. As much as we hate to have the feeling of being watched or being looked at in our minds we as humans do it to one another as well. We study one another in many types of ways. Whether there is a purpose to being the surveillor or just because you have nothing better to do but watch people. Although that is creepy I feel its natural. The reltionship between the two is that they are both very natural. Not natural in the sense of technology but in the sense of its a action and your eaither the one taking it or having it happen to you whether you notice ir or not!
Game Language Diptych Reflection
I happened to learn a valuable thing or two from the wise old Mr. Miller during this project. I had many ideas for this project and you’d be surprised how much they all changed by the end. I re-did one of canvas’s numerous times and I learned from Mr. Miller that each piece I make or anyone else makes has many lives. Many layers. I took what he said into consideration and I felt it showed pretty well on my end products. My ideas were planned out but I think throughout this whole project I found out I can’t over think to much and I should just go with my first instinct. I worked really hard on both the canvases but I do like on more then the other. I enjoyed this project and I really learned a lot from it believe it or not.
Game Language 11.18.09
Prompt: What two games have contributed to who I am and what might they “say” to one another?
The two games I picked for my art pieces are monopoly and Life. Both board games have some sort of a significant meaning to me. Monopoly for instants taught me all about money and where to spend it, although I have trouble saving and spending my money to this very day I feel that monopoly gave me that “fake” feelings of what it feels like to have a lot of money. As far as the board game Life goes, it gave me a new way to look at family, and well life. The game life gave me a sense of imagination on what my life would be like if I had a large family, a lot of money and had numerous jobs. Monopoly and Life are actually very similar to each other, both having to deal with money and how you spend it. I think that if monopoly and life were to sit down and have a chat with one another it would go along the lines of, so how much money you got in the bank? Anyway, both of these games are totally awesome and I think everyone should play them.
Personal Identity Reflection 11.13.09
For my culture cards, I based it off of the knowledge I lack in my own culture and the language of it. My familial cards represent how my family comes together and who each person is individually. My stereotypical & heroic cards I have to say were my weakest of the cards; if I could I would choose to redo them. The planning I had for those two sets of cards was not well thought out and I feel as though that really showed. I’m pretty unhappy with them because I know I could have done much better work. Out of all of my sets of cards I have to say my favorite are my others cards. My others cards really went as planned, although there was no serious planning involved. For these cards I chose to just let what ever came to my mind, to be what I did right away on my cards. I thought it all turned out pretty well. I tried a lot of different ways of planning in this project, and by the end of it I realized planning and getting things done in advance is a total advantage. This project was different from any other project. I enjoyed it but at the same time it was really frustrating. This project was pretty sweet, although I never want to do it again.
Heroic Identity 10.23.09
Prompt: What defines a hero and what is heroic about you currently, or what heroic qualities would you hope to develop as you age?
A hero is someone who sets a good example or has good qualities that people would like to follow or simply just admire. I think the whole hero thing is really all about admiration. Asks for myself I can’t seem to think of anything that could possibly be heroic about me. As far as fantasy heroic qualities goes I would totally love to be able to fly and have heat vision and invisibility. Although realistically some heroic qualities would be to have a lot of compassion and to be brave, respectful, caring and kind and strong. All of those things can make up a great hero; even ones with powers such as heat vision can do as much good as someone with a compassionate attitude.
“Other” Identity 10.13.09
Prompt: In what ways or situations do I find myself treated as an “Other”?
All the time, or most of the time. Not so much as “other” but as if I don’t have the same mind set as most people I know. For example I view things and the world differently from a different pair of eyes. I have strong opinions that I stick to and people don’t seem understand why I feel the way I do for certain things. I think tons and tons and I think about most things people pay no attention to or never seem to notice. I feel like an “other” when no one knows that to say to me about my thoughts and ideas. Honestly some days I feel like I’ve figured out the world and I got all the answers and other days its like I’m taking 2 steps backwards and my theory takes a huge set back. This situation makes me feel like no one else will ever get into my head and that no one will ever know what to really say to me about what really goes on up in that head of mine.
Familial Identity 9.18.09
Prompt: How are you positioned within your family dynamic and how does that influence your identity?
I’d say I’m positioned as the one that has to look good for others in my family. I need to keep up with my responsibilities so the other little kids in my family will learn that also. I feel I need to do that because I am the oldest kid in my whole family, and I want all the other kids in my family to be able to carry out simple responsibility just like me. I have a little brother named Kevin and his 12 and just started sixth grade. I swear his going to go places in this world and his very smart. I want the best for my little brother. I’m also the oldest family child in a family that is mostly consistent with men. This all really influences my identity by allowing me to always be myself. The one thing I was always, always told by my mom was to just be myself. This carries into my identity because by me allowing myself to just be me all the time it made me have a really great personality and it made me a lot of friends. Friends are pointless when they don’t actually know who you really are. I just feel that being taught to just be who I really am on the inside is the most important way its really influenced me. It makes me not worry about acting different in front of other people and a lot of people say I’m really easy going because of that. Which is think is pretty cool.
Stereotypical Identity 10.1-09
Prompt: What is your perception of how you are perceived by others?
I feel that others can perceive me only as far as there willing to look and dig. If you already know me, you could perceive me as a pretty chill girl, mellow, fairly collected and probably a little odd at times. Asks for all the other people who don’t know what I’m all about, I could come off as a weirdo, or calm and chill as well. It really depends on the mood I’m in and my surroundings. A lot of people have different opinions on how they perceive me; I can come off in a variety of ways to a variety of different people.
Cultural Identity 9.10,09
Prompt: How do you define culture and how does culture define you?
I define culture as the knowledge shared by a group of people in the course of generations to where you are now. Culture is what your past was what your family did to live and passed down to you. To be honest I can’t say anyone has ever asked me how my own culture defines me, and I can’t say I ever put a deep thought into it until now. While sitting here writing this paper trying to think how my culture really defines me I decided to ask my parents. I would have thought they would have given me more of answer considering there my parents and normally always have an answer for everything but, surprisingly there responses were fairly close to what I had in mind. My parents said they don’t know how it defines me and that it’s a hard question to be asked. I feel that it’s a really hard question to be asked to me especially because I’ve never really cared for what my past was like and my parents don’t really bring it up much. I have a lot of different backgrounds and such but I have never really explored them and tried to make sense of what it makes me as a person. I’m not trying to avoid this question with an excuse that I don’t know of how it defines me, but I just can’t give you a straight answer on how it really defines me as a person because I don’t know yet. I don’t think I know because I’m young and I haven’t really had enough time to really look at what my culture is and well was at the time. Since school started that’s all I’ve really been hearing and talking about in school. culture this, culture that and it makes me think more and more of what mine really is, and I cant help but want to know more now. As of now my culture defines me as a person by a mix of different things, I’m Hungarien, Irish, German, Scottish. Right now that’s all I really know about all those different sides of me, I haven’t had enough time to explore them and now that I’m getting the chance too I could probably tell you where most things about me originated by the time I’ve done my own research about my life.
