Wednesday, June 11, 2014
I have to admit I was very upset my freshman year, to find out that I wasn't going to be able to take art class because art classes were cut out of our school. Ms. Kiick was left with one art class. And sure enough I made sure to sign up for it the next year. And that's where all the fun began. It's been an amazing experience to be able to make so many different styles of art in one class. She has done an amazing job keeping the class focused. She always takes into consideration that there will be students coming back for a second, third, or fourth time so she always plans something different and exciting for next year. The best part about art was watching all of my art work transform over the years. I learned so many techniques that I will have for the rest of my life. I'm really going to miss my only sane and tranquilizing class in the whole school. I might even miss this blog too.
Ten years from now this decorated card board box is going to be worth so much more. I don't mean money wise; I mean mentally and emotionally, Inside of my box are tickets to movies that I went to with someone special. I also have print out of text messages and pictures. I have things that are, even now, special memories in my box. I cant wait to relive them in ten years. In ten years I will be a totally different person; the way I talk, and the things I do for fun. I may still be with that special someone and we can laugh at all the things inside. The outside of my box has a big cherry blossom tree. Not only is it my favorite tree, but it has memories within it. That tree means a lot to me and since I can't fit a tree in my box, I decided to put it on top!
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
My heart is beating a million times a minute as I sit on this couch waiting on him. I just got done my hair and makeup yet I am still afraid of what he thinks of me tonight. My parents sit across from me waiting just as anxiously as I am. In my head I keep thinking, he is no stranger so why am I so nervous, but that was a poor antidote for my aching stomach and fast heartbeat. Not only am I afraid of what he thinks of me, but mainly of what my parents might think of him. I know how important first impressions can be, but before today I only had to worry about my own. I wonder if he's nervous too. Suddenly my phone goes off and I begin to read the text from him, “Hey I’m here”. Taking one deep breath, I begin to walk to the front door. The look on his face is priceless, and he seems so happy to be here.
In one hand is a big white tiger stuffed animal…my favorite animal! The head was oddly unproportioned to the rest of the body but I thought it was really cute. I especially loved the heart that the tiger was holding that read “be my valentine”. Suddenly my eye catches the object that is in his other hand as he is pulling it from behind his back. It was a beautiful long stemmed rose. It had a deep red hue to it and a bright green stem. In a split second I observed every inch of that rose and I realized it had not one imperfection. Even the thorns were curved to the perfect point. I didn’t realize it was possible but my smile got even wider. Wrapping my arm around his, we walk inside. In my opinion, his first impression was just him being himself but it is exactly what I was hoping for. His personality has no negativity and not an ounce of evil. Without a doubt, I know my parents love him. Now it’s time to leave, he walked ahead of me and I quickly turn to my parents and asked, did you see that rose he got me?
“Yes but it’s just a rose,” replied my mom.
Yes I understand that is just a rose and that is what is so perfect about it, it was one and only one. Just like I am his one and only. And in his eyes, I am perfect. Our relationship will be beautiful but at the same time there will be some rough times that will make us bleed only to let us grow back stronger. This rose is my first rose. Just like he is my first love. Although my heart is still racing, I know everything will turn out perfect, just by looking at that rose.
Friday, January 24, 2014
This was a very fun and yummy assignment. After opening and eating all seven of my fortune cookies, I was left with little pieces of paper filled with fortunes and knowledge. After reading all seven I chose one I liked the most that I wanted to base my fortune cookie book page on. "Serious trouble will bypass you". My art gives off a soothing and peaceful look. and in the middle is the fortune. I decided to make it very big because although in real life the fortune is small, it is very important and stands out in my mind; I decided it will stand out on my paper too. Lucky numbers and bold colors add on to my meaningful piece. It is not finished in this current picture, but I cant wait until it will be.
I had a lot of fun doing this art assignment. There was a lot of room for messing up. In fact the more imperfect the pictures and stamps were, the more fun they were to print. I really enjoyed carving into the rubber block; it was a first for me. At first I had a hard time choosing an item. I didn't want something too simple but at the same time I didn't want anything with too many words and shapes and angles. I chose the Pepsi bottle because it was in between what I wanted. I loved the curves of the bottle and simplicity of the design. I knew that after I created it, anyone could guess what it was. I was able to turn a normal Pepsi bottle into a fun size pop print that opened your eyes and mind.
Overall, this experience was difficult for me. At first I didn't understand why I was putting work into the picture and then having to pass on my unfinished masterpiece. Then when it was passed on to me it was like starting all over. First I had to understand the unfinished art before I was able to add on to it to make it my own. I came across two different collages that I had to work on that didn't originally belong to me. The last one I was able to work on, I completed and kept as my own. There are so many hidden meanings in this picture, just like the realities of being a celebrity are hidden.
Our art class was inspired by the artist, Portia Munson, to create a pile of things that are all the same color. Everyone put in two blue things. What may be treasure to you could be trash to someone else's eyes. Or maybe someone put trash in and it became eye catching for someone else. Not everyone is a fan of Portia's art. Maybe they don't understand what she tries to represent through her artwork. When everything is one color nothing stands out. What is shown is the characteristics and real beauty of each piece. The pile becomes a fascinating collection, not a pile of trash. The beauty of the art relies on how you see it through your own eyes.
For as long as I can remember, I have always had this fascination with my mother's Christmas village. When I was young the village was very small and had few houses and a couple tiny porcelain people. As I grew the village did too. I would buy people and pets and snowmen and trees. Everything and anything you can imagine is in my village but in a small glass form. We even have a Walmart and a Joan Fabrics. Every year I set it up for Christmas. I just find it so cute and it became my own Christmas tradition to set it up all by myself. The result, seeing each house or church or store lit up and all the tiny village people walking or playing in the snow, is absolutely worth every minute I put into it.