Monday, January 25, 2010
This image came out of a conversation I had with one of my friends that was freaked out of pictures of me from the time span of 15-22 years old. She says that I don't even look like the same person at all, and I have gotten this from multiple people as well. It's funny because those same people who noticed this will remark that my baby pictures look like me, but something about those 7 years changed my appearance so drastically. I was very skinny, and wide eyed naive, and scared of the world, and it is such a stark difference from the person I am now. I almost feel like I trapped my younger self in this piece and she's left in this rubble of an adolescence that I escaped, and shes watching me sail away...
Thursday, January 21, 2010
So as stated before in my Heathery blog, I have challenged myself to make art all throughout the year of 2010. I have decided to start small and work my way up to big more elaborate ideas. For the past three weeks I have made time to pop out 3 pieces. They are of mixed media and on bristol board. I delve into them with no real ideas or imagery, this is a big part of this years development, to not use source material, it's become a crutch lately, so I'm forcing myself to look for things inside my head. Once I use up all my bristol, I plan to move to other canvases, and increase my time spent on each piece, but as of January I can only create small pieces, have to finish them in the same day, and can only use memory or imagination to create them.
This is what has come out so far...
This piece was inspired by my friend Maisha, I had got with her to go get her first tattoo about a week before this and it was the predominate thing on my mind. I had documented the experience with lots of pictures and I was try to test my memory to see if I could create the picture I saw in my head.
This week I was really focused on my name and the plants I am named after, I wanted to bring back to life my poor plants that died in the freeze, all while playing with my new watercolor box my mom got me. The results were pleasing.
This is my favorite so far because I feel like it's about a lot of things that I wasn't presently thinking about when I was working on this, but now seeing it days later, are evident. It's a closure to accepting the end of a friendship. It's an illusion, he's there, but not really there, fading from my life. Art is good about making peace with situations you have no control over...