Playing Catch-Up: One In the Same

What the people need is a way to make them smile,
it ain’t so hard to do if you know how.

the Doobie Brothers

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Here are some charcoal drawings from the passed semester.

Our professor really pushed for us to get away from contours and always went on about how little they matter.  He preferred that we drew what we felt about or in the pose, rather than what we saw while looking at it.  A concept the entire class struggled with and never really worked fully through.

The idea is that what you see isn’t the only thing you get from a visual.  If it is, then it is incredibly static and emotionless.  My professor stressed the sensory and often told us to make marks we didn’t necessarily understand, but felt were right- to work intuitively, not just from observation.

Over this semester, I’ve come to the realization that all the different visual mediums (drawing, painting, sculpture, etc) are all the same thing.  All semester my sculpture professor went on about how he saw drawn marks across the forms I constructed.  My drawing instructor told me that I draw like a painter with emphasis on planes rather than contour.  And my painting instructor told me he could tell I prefer sculpting just by the way I paint.  Along all of this, I began applying techniques specific to a medium to the others and found that it impacted and influence how I work in an amazing way.  The best way to diversify your mark is to treat a drawing like a painting, but then decide to treat it like a sculpture as well and let your mind think in terms it wouldn’t come close to in that context otherwise.

I truly love art.  It is so versatile and it keeps articulate when I fail to.  Art is all I can bare to do or think about and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Isn’t it sad to only know/ be good at one thing?
Not to me.  Not when it holds the gravity that art does.


In the End

Well I keep on thinkin’ ’bout’cha,
sister golden hair surprise,
that I just can’t live without’cha-

can’t you see it in my eyes?

America

 

It’s been a while!

Every time I get back into posting I insist I’ll be better about it and change, but you know how it goes. .

My semester has come to a close and I have come crawling back again. Sorry..  Really though- this is the time! I’ll be better, I promise!

My earth science professor gave me a small vile of opal stones, knowing I am pretty avid about my rock collection and also a ‘jewelry maker.’  I very loosely use this term because I, as you know, keep it pretty simple.  I really enjoy making wire sculptures, but when it comes to wire-wrapping jewelry, I’m really just interested in wire in a purely utilitarian sense.  I just want to be able to see the stone(s) that I’ve wrapped.

Upon receiving tSOSopalhis amazing gift, I immediately went home and turned it into a necklace.

 

I’ve also been very about 70s music lately..

I’d say I’m content.

 


Happy Birthday!

“Don’t switch the blade on the guy in shades.
Don’t masquerade with the guy in shade, oh no-
I can’t believe it.”

Corey Hart

 

Gift for Granma

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This one is for my grandmother; her birthday is august 19th.

She is the cutest, nicest lady and her favorite color is teal.  I tried to wrap it in a way that is congruous to her style.  I’m happy with it, however simple it may be.

I felt particularly obligated to give her a gift this year.  Since I’ve moved away for college, she regularly sends me cards with cute little updates of the goings-on of the family in this harshly slanted classic cursive I can hardly read.  I, of course, write her back in my own jagged scrawl.  It’s a very simple, though fantastic back and forth.

Something else- upon missing her birthday last year, I was unable to bake her a cake as I had consistently done the previous years.  A carrot cake from scratch.  I still have a scar on an index finger of mine from grating carrots one year for it.  Quite the intimidating war story, let me tell you.  This year, I made a point to set up going back to Philly to get that cake to her.

And if i haven’t ranted enough: I recently started growing carrots (for no conscious reason).  If that goes well I’ll have to use them for her cake next year.  If only I had planted them a bit earlier..

I’m so excited!


The Best of Times: Stuck on Stones

“Tonight’s the night we’ll make history,
honey, you and I.
I’ll take any risk to tie back the hands of time.”

Styx

 

More Jade!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This one’s a cutie I think.  I wrapped it a few days ago and today I shall (hopefully) wrap a crystal for a friend and  a chrysocolla stone for my grandmother’s upcoming birthday by the end of tonight, but we shall see.

A customer I rang up at Giant the other day asked if I wrapped the stone I was wearing (the mossy geode).  Upon saying yes, he, an older gentleman, he ranted for ten minutes about how he enjoys wire wrapping stones, though he finds it too difficult and unforgiving.  I was so happy for such a random and unexpected connection.  It was wonderful.

 


At It Again!

“I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll
I feel my luck could change.
Kill me Sarah; kill me again
with love
It’s gonna be a glorious day.”

Radiohead

Moss Geode?

 

Wrapped another stone yesterday..

It’s this shallow geode that looks like some mossy plant was crystallized inside of it. It’s so gorgeous; I can’t get over it.  

A work friend saw it today and offered to pay me to wrap a stone for her, so that’ll be a thing tomorrow..  Needless to day, I’m looking forward to it.

If this becomes much more of an interest than it is, I may have to bust out an etsy account.. hmmm


Wire Wrapping!

“‘Cause I’ve got a chance for a sweet, sane life
I said, I’ve got a dance and you’ll do just fine
I’ve got a plan- look forward in my eyes

‘Cause today my heart swings.”

Interpol

 

Jade Heart

Though it has been a while I feel it’s a now-or-never sort of situation to get back into posting things.

I have started up on the wrapping of stones into jewelry.  For the absolute longest time I have been enraptured by all things of nature including (if not especially) rocks and stones.  As a child I collected them, though they didn’t really have a relevant place in my life.  My roommate currently does quite a bit of wire jewelry that includes wrapping stones and it has officially rubbed off on me.

She showed me a local shop known as the ‘Gem Den;’ it may as well be a candy store to me.

My jewelry-making mission statement is: to showcase a particular stone through minimal but interesting wire wrapping.

This particular jade stone’s shape reminded me of an anatomical heart (which I have done many drawings and sculptures for previously).


What I Contain

To the perpetually plain, the incurably inane,
A glass can only spill what it contains!”

Mewithoutyou

 

The other day my sister got a Netflix account and gave me her account information.

I have watched so many cultural and art oriented documentaries in the passed 3 days it’s unbelievable.  I, as a student just finishing my first semester of art school, feel so overwhelmed and inspired, but fail to find somewhere to direct all this emotion.  This leaves me accomplishing nothing and feeling very pent up about it all.  There’s all this ringing between my ears with no articulation or product to prove it.  

There are people everywhere with so much drive and precision.  They are relentless in their craft, in the message they work to get across.  Jiro Ono, a sushi chef of 75 years, Ai Wei Wei, a reactionary, communications artist, refuse to settle, refuse to stop.  They will be always pushing for something more.

I like to think that’s how I feel for my art and life, but what am I going up against and how do I accomplish what I feel I need to?  My mind is so cluttered and stressed. It is progressively more and more restless, though I can’t get my body to do its part.  I’ve always felt mind over matter is the ultimate philosophy, but what good is the mind’s power if your body won’t cooperate to manifest the goal and symbol of your dedication and ferocity of sense?

My hope is to spend my summer well and find proper motivation and meaning to what I want to do with my work.  It’s a bit of a tall order, but there only really needs to be one trigger, doesn’t there?  Then you’re off; then momentum takes you.  

That’s the idea, at any rate.


Right-handed Resolution!

You think you’re you
You don’t know who you are
You’re not you.

You’re everyone else.

Mewithoutyou

 

A New Year’s Resolution post may be a little late at this point but oh well.

I, as a left-handed person, have decided to join the dark side.. Well, not really,  I’m still all about being a lefty.  I just am thoroughly tired of my right hand being absolutely useless.  My resolution for 2014 is to have the fine tuned dexterity of my left hand developed in my right.  I’ve been writing, drawing, and painting with it.  Writing is proving to be the most difficult of tasks, I can draw relatively well, though it takes much more time than with my dominant hand.  The idea is if i can get writing down, all other skills will be automatically instilled.

Before all of this, I was not strictly left-handed.  This could be because many things are only made ‘right hand accessible’ and utterly useless in a left hand.  I have a tendency to favor my right hand when it comes to the use of more crude tools such as saws, wrenches, drills, and other such things.

My goal is to be able to take down notes simultaneously as i sketch supporting ideas.  My project process is very heavily note-based, though visuals are obviously a large factor as well.  I have two hands and I feel plain stupid to only be able to make use of one of them.


Negativity: Why I Stopped Looking At Anything

“I try and I try and I try to look away,
the fighting inside is the reason that I stay.”
Nonpoint

Negativity

In my freshman year of high school, my sculpture teacher went over how he views negative space. Though it was more of a hobbyist’s class, I had become absolutely enraptured by the idea that for every piece made, there is a second- a potentially more interesting work within the ‘nothingness’. He completely reversed my perspective of, well, everything.

“Hello, hello! Welcome to your first jewelry and sculpture making class,” Mr. Bech bellowed across the room. He isn’t a very imposing man, though he evokes much authority. Average height, narrow shoulders, Bech walks with a certain confidence. Eagerly he swipes a propped up calender from his desk and recites the joke of the day: “Did you hear the one about the one-armed fisherman?” An awkward silence rises into the air. “He caught a fish THIS big!” He beamed as he spread only one arm out for measurement. The class feeds into the cricket’s song. A very select few smirk, I among them, for I’m a sucker for a bad pun. He searches the crowd’s faces for hints of like-minded jokesters. Grinning deeply, he stresses all the wrinkles on his face, all of which being from many years of light-heartedness and jest. There’s not one grouch line to be seen.

“Today, we’re going to talk a bit about negative space. Nothing on sculptures today.” He harshly places a small, nonsensical structure of oak tag on the front desk and goes on. “This is a sculpture made up of a cube, a cone, and a C-shaped prism, but we’re not going to talk about that. What do you see besides all that? What makes up the rest of the piece?”

Many fidgeted uncomfortably in their just as stiff seats and averted their hollow glance from Bech’s direction. Deepening the silence, he spread his gaze across his audience, eyes bright with anticipation. “You couldn’t possibly have missed the lockers behind the sculpture! Or the stools and workbench! Just look at the frame the doorway and wall right around it- it’s really a quite interesting piece..” Train of thought degrading, his closed hand rises to just under his chin as he gazes fondly at the space around the piece. “The first thing to recognize about sculpture is that it doesn’t end where it ends.” His self declared wit got the better of him and he chuckled a bit. “It’s all the space around the piece that makes it; it’s invaluable that you keep that in mind when working on your own projects.”

I always keep that in mind now. Mr. Bech continues to affect the work I make, even if it’s a drawing or painting. Negative space too often goes neglected, so I keep it on the top shelf of importance when setting up any piece.
He never knew the impact his speech had on me and I never spoke to him more than what the assignments needed, but he remains one of the prominent characters of my past. 


At Least I Know I’ll Never Sleep At Night

“at least I know I’ll never
sleep at night,
I’ll always lie awake
until the mo(u)rning light.
this is something that I’ll never control.
my nerves will be the death of me,

I know.”

City and Colour

 

I’m so perturbed today..

Just got an email about a 103 dollar ATM withdraw from my bank account and I haven’t been to the bank.

Which bank was it withdrawn from?  A citizen’s bank- I’m wells fargo..

Where is this bank?  Down the street from my parents’ house. Yes, my mother withdrew money from my account.

Why you may ask?  Well, it’s quite simple:  she decided she wanted the money she gave to me back..

She wanted it BACK.

I’m sorry, but excuse me?  Once you give a person something, it’s theirs.  The general ‘no-takesies-backsies’ rule applies.  Oh, I’m sorry- are you in a financial rough spot?  Where exactly does that put me, a 20 hour a week (if I’m lucky), 7.50 an hour college student, who pays their own bills?  I suppose she really must have been in great need if she would do such a thing as revoke a gift to her child!  I mean, what mother could do that, being fully aware of her offspring’s financial status?  My mother.

She’s the selfish type, I assure you.  Also I’m the middle child if that doesn’t just paint the prettiest picture you ever did see, I don’t know how to go on with this rant..

Maybe it was that shiny, new computer she just bought for my ungrateful sister.  My no-job-having, no-chore-doing, disrespectful, bitch of a sister.  Oh, she definitely earned that, while I have to pay for everything for myself, however pragmatic, or actually even earn it.  I’m completely okay with earning things- it would be douchey not to be okay with that.

Time to rant about something less legitimate of an issue.

My bedroom walls!

I haven’t made any progress since my post yesterday, though I did put some effort forth.  I have 3 walls to address.  1.  above my bed (which I have started), 2. above my desk (biggest blank space in existence), and 3. above my dinky dresser (there’s also a door on that wall which doesn’t open so it’s awkward and somewhat difficult to imagine anything for over it).

At the moment, I’m concentrating on the largest wall.. I have post-it’s of quotes I admire just over my desk and I think I might do a branch off that into some quote/ post-it frenzie picture thing..

I truly have no idea what I’m doing.

At any rate, all this blankness is keeping me up at night.  It genuinely is.  I prefer clutter.  This expanse of whiteness freaks me out and messes with my spatial awareness, or rather, how I feel about the space that I notice around me.  It’s a formidable foe indeed..