Monday, November 5, 2012
The first marking period is over already?! What?! At the same time... summer seems so long ago... And so much has already been accomplished in art class. I've finished a shoe drawing, a presidential collage, water-colored papers for a book, and even started the designing of our next project, paper lanterns. That's lot of things to do in just a two-month time span! Throughout this marking period I've been exploring new techniques of art. Many of them, I never even knew existed, let alone know how to do them! I also feel like I've grown in skill. Before doing my shoe drawing, I hated (and feared) drawing from life, but after the deed was done, I realized that it really wasn't so hard. If you just relax, it actually comes to you by itself! And with my collage, (truthfully after I had finished it), I realized that less decoration was the key to creating a powerful piece. Next year, I'll do that better. But now I know.
The second project for this year was more than just visual art. It really made you think. The assignment was to either chose a president and portray his ideas trough a collage, or go your own way with a subject that America's split about. I went a completely different route and chose to make my collage about the idea of bi-partisan...ism... or however you say that. Otherwise translated as, "why does America get so split around election time? Why can't we all just work together to create a better country?" So that is the idea I based my collage upon. Many different textural elements went into this piece; including magazine pictures, acrylic paint, charchol, tissue paper, a tissue itself, watercolors, stitching, and much, much more. All these things helped to create a (hopefully) decent collage. The main portrayers of my idea are the shaking hands in one corner, which symbolize agreement, and the cartoon, painted donkey and elephant on top of the world, representing the two parties finally getting along. I also wrote "We are one!" in marker along the bottom of the page, hoping to get that message across. The giant red hand-print (my own, by the way) represents the people of America, and their strong hand in our country's politics. Because the U.S's future is in our hands. I hope we make the right decision to get along.
The first project of this year included something I'm not too confident with: drawing. I've never had an easy time drawing my whole life, and I'd be much happier not drawing at all... but you have to face your fears eventually. So I did. The first step of this project was to bring a pair of shoes into class (a pair I could live without for a few weeks). Once everyone in the all the periods of art brought in their shoes, we got a pretty decent pile. Now, it's time to chose a section of the pile... and draw it. I think the first stroke of the pencil– the first line,
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Summer's already over!? What? How? NOOO! Well, it was good while it lasted, I guess... But school has started now, so there is one thing I'm happy about: ... ART CLASS! Last year was amazing. I learned so much about art, life, and even about myself. And even though this is my second year doing the same course, I thouroughly believe that I'll have just as much fun as last year. New and old projects alike, I know so much more now, so I'm confident that the quality of the projects will be improved. I'm excited to see my improvement since the beginning of last year. In class, we've already started the long, (and fun!), task of dying papers for our year long "coptic book" project. By the end of the year, we"ll have a whole book-full of colorful and unique pages to be drawn upon. This year though, a new requirement for our books is that they must have a theme. My theme is light. So, prepare for the most godly book out there! Just kidding, actually most of my pages I want to be dark, with just a bit of light piercing through it. One of my already completed pages is covered with black and blue velvety sky, and in the center, a halo of light where one firefly shines. Pretty cool, huh? I'd like to think so. So bring it on Creative Arts Class! I'm ready for another great year!
Monday, June 4, 2012
This year has been completely crazy. All the problems with friends and drama and grades were quite overwhelming. Its my first year here in the high school, and im already looking foward to graduation. Yet, in the mess of it all, I found that during fifth period... I could relax. Because fifth period was art class. There I could express myself, grow, and make new friends, all while improving my creative skills. During this year, I've accomplished many different artistic projects including, a Coptic book, a unique self portrait, a handcrafted metal piece, and an identity collage of things that make me, me. In that one project, the identity collage, I really surprised myself with the result. It was kind of dark. And that was what was one of the things I learned about myself in that class; that most of my work had a sort of deeper feel to it. It helped me keep in touch with I different side of me; a side that I can't exspress during the rest of the school day. Another project that I really surprised myself with was the giant self portrait. The one thing I alllwaays had a problem drawing was, in fact, me. Faces are extremely hard to draw, and being so familiar with this one didn't make it any easier. But with the technique Mrs. Kiick showed me, I somehow managed to create something that actually looked somewhat human! And not only human, but it actually resembled me! It was quite interesting to see the paper come to life under my hand and see myself staring back at me. So overall this year, in creative arts class, has been a very memorable one. I truly hope next year will be just as wonderful. And who knows, maybe the drama and grade problems will die down too, so the year will be perfect.
Friday, June 1, 2012
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Thursday, March 22, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
have you ever thought that you can saw through metal- and i mean real, hard metal- with a saw the width of a hair? well, its possible. during this past week, my art class' room isn't, as usual, filled with Frank Sinatra, but with the sound of near twenty little saws working in synch. and its quite loud. but the result is already starting to pay off! my design is about halfway done, and its looking pretty good if i may say so myself :) but thats only the first part of it all. after i've finished sawing the complete design, i have to sodder it together, hammer it to death to leave artful prints, and then torch it to give the metal a final touch. once thats done, hopefully, i'll have created my very own decorative metal piece! wish me luck!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
"I never painted dreams. I only painted my own reality."
These are the words of Frida Kahlo, a passionate and influencial artist who lived in the early 1900s, and who is my new inspiration for art. I've been starting to admire her work, looking at the intense emotion and care and anger that she put into her paintings. The symbolism and the sad parallelism that they have to her life astonish me. It's hard to believe that one woman can put so much of herself onto a single canvas.
Frida Kahlo was born on July 6, 1907 in Coyoacán, in her parent's house, known as La Casa Azul, or The Blue House. This house now holds many of her paintings, and you can go visit it today to admire some of her work that's there. At the age of six, Frida's life long medical problems began when she developed polio, which caused her right leg to look much thinner than the other. It was to stay that way for the rest of her life. In 1925, when Frida was a teenager, a bus she was riding in collided with a trolley car and she was severely injured. She suffered from a broken spine, collarbone, ribs and pelvis, eleven fractures in her right leg, and a crushed and dislocated right foot and shoulder. These continued to pain her for the rest of her life. Also, an iron handrail pierced her abdomen and her uterus, which made her never to be able to have children. After the accident, she had to stay indoors for about three months, where she started to paint. She realized how she could escape from the pain by this. The result were many beautiful and haunting pictures.
Most of Frida Kahlo's paintings were of herself or of fruit. The ones of herself were much more intriguing to me though. (the fruit weren't as haunting, though they were quite beautiful) It surprises me as I look at one of her paintings when I see how striking the composition is. It always has a hint of a darker mind behind it, even if it's supposedly an initially happy painting at first glance. Here is one of my favorite paintings of hers. (it's above ^^^)
In this self-portrait, called Memory, Frida finds a pictorial way to show the anguish that she suffered during the affair between her husband, Diego Rivera and her sister Cristina. Her broken heart lies at her feet and its enormous size symbolizes the intensity of her pain. She illustrates her feelings of helplessness and despair through her lack of hands. Her face, though tearful, is expressionless. The foot placed over water wears what looks like a tiny sailboat and may refer to her recent foot operation at the time. The hole left by Frida's extracted heart is pierced with a steel rod and seesawing cupids sit on either end. The greater the pain Frida wishes to show, it seems the bloodier her self-portraits become. And they do get bloodier. Here is another, called The Suicide of Dorothy Hale. (it's above ^^^) Now, this one, isn't of Frida, but of a well known actress and stage-girl of this time, Dorothy Hale. And apparently this woman didn't have a happy life, because, as Frida paints it, Mrs. Hale throws herself from the top of a very tall hotel, and dies. Frida turned the event into a beautiful, heartbreaking and bloody painting. This is another of my favorites of hers, I guess I just find it really interesting that one can paint another's death and turn it into a masterpiece.Well, I don't really know how to end this report, except to say the obvious: Frida Kahlo's images will probably stay with me forever. Their haunting faces and alluring compositions aren't the average painting to hang on a wall in your house, but that just means that Frida wasn't a normal person. She had a much harder life than I ever thought was humanly possible, but she did not let it ground her whatsoever. She soared in and through all her art, and the result... Well it was magnificent.