Thursday, June 3, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
for computer illustration we had to illustrate a narrative series for our final project.
A baker from the outskirts of his town
Earned his living peddling sweets
From a ragged cart he dragged around
The clever fox crept close behind
Kept an ever watchful eye
For a chance to steal a ginger spice cake
Or a boysenberry pie
Looking down was the hungry crow:
"When the time is right, I'll strike
And condescend to the earth below
And take whichever treat I'd like"
The moment the baker turned around
To shoo the fox off from his cart
The crow swooped down and snatched a shortbread cookie
And a German chocolate tart
Using most unfriendly words
That the village children had not yet heard
The baker shouted threats by canzonette
To curse the crafty bird
"You rotten wooden mixing spoon
Why, you midnight-winged raccoon
You better bring those pastries back
You no-good burned-black macaroon"
The fox approached the tree
Where the bird was perched delighted in his nest
"Brother Crow, don't you remember me?
It's your old friend Fox with a humble request
If you could share just a modest piece
Seeing as I distracted that awful man"
This failed to persuade the crow in the least
So the fox rethought his plan
"Then if your lovely song would grace my ears
Or to even to hear you speak
Would ease my pains and fears!"
The crow looked down with the candy in his beak
"Your poems of wisdom, my good crow
What a paradise they bring!"
This flattery pleased the proud bird
So he opened his mouth and began to sing:
"Your subtle acclamation's true
Best to give praise where praise is due
Every rook and jay and corvidae's
Been raving about me too
They admire me, one and all
Must be the passion in my caw
My slender bill known throughout the escadrille
My fierce commanding claw!"
I got a walnut brownie brain
And molasses in my veins
Crushed graham cracker crust
My powdered sugared funnel cake cocaine
Let the crescent cookie rise
These carob-colored almond eyes
Would rest to see my cashewed princess
In the swirling marble sky
Would rest upon the knee
Where all of the visions cease to be
A root-beer float in our banana boat
Across the tapioca sea
When letting all attachments go
Is the only prayer we know
May it be so
May it be so
May it be so
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Saturday, February 13, 2010
"i love ohio, the back roads
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
I started working on my senior show today. I'm making camera obscuras and pinhole cameras. I'm just so excited that it actually worked though! Above is picture of the Administration building projected upside down and backwards on the wall of the breakroom in the Art building. This is my concept so far; it's a work in progress.
Senior Show Concept: The Mind’s Eye
Inner and outer worlds are incongruent. Thoughts are disconnected from actions. Distortions exist between what is perceived and what is real. The camera is an instrument that supposedly captures reality. However, this assumption does not always ring true. Manipulations can occur on many levels. Using the pinhole camera, I will create images that distort reality. As if entering into the mind’s eye, the viewer will encounter images that show the world not as it is, but as it is imagined. People have distorted perceptions of themselves, of the church, of God, of the earth, of other people. Consequently, in each image the inconsistencies, the distortions, of the medium will add to the image, rather than taking away from it. As part of the exhibit, I will create a camera obscura as an installation, so that people may enter inside the camera to see an upside down and backwards image of the cityscape or landscape outside reflected on the wall inside. What is real: the world inside, or the world outside, the world of the mind, or the external world?