Thursday, May 8, 2008
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Song for Final Project
In fields where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding now what I’ve been missing,
But I know…
So I tell myself, I tell myself it’s wrong.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.
Inside my hands these petals brown,
Dried up, falling to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I push my fingers through the earth,
Return this flower to the dirt,
So it can live.
I walked away now.
But I know…
Not a day goes by that I don’t feel its burn.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.
All because of you…
All because of you…
All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
Inside these arms of yours.
All because of you,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place.
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.
rise against "the good left undone"
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding now what I’ve been missing,
But I know…
So I tell myself, I tell myself it’s wrong.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.
Inside my hands these petals brown,
Dried up, falling to the ground
But it was already too late now.
I push my fingers through the earth,
Return this flower to the dirt,
So it can live.
I walked away now.
But I know…
Not a day goes by that I don’t feel its burn.
There’s a point we pass from which we can’t return.
I felt the cold rain of the coming storm.
All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long,
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.
All because of you…
All because of you…
All because of you,
I haven’t slept in so long.
When I do I dream of drowning in the ocean,
Longing for the shore where I can let my head down,
Inside these arms of yours.
All because of you,
I believe in angels.
Not the kind with wings,
No, not the kind with halos,
The kind that bring you home,
When home becomes a strange place.
I’ll follow your voice,
All you have to do is shout it out.
rise against "the good left undone"
Monday, March 31, 2008
Project 2: Self-Portrait Triptych
My overall theme for the self-portrait is autumn as it is my favorite season. For the first part of the triptych I wanted to show the sillier side of me. I love Batgirl and dressing up as Batgirl, so I decided to make a Batgirl army. Then for the center I wanted to portray the everyday me. For the third section I only used the outline of me as if I'm invisible; since I'm usually quiet and whatnot people often forget about me so I get to be invisible.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Illustrator Warning Label
Illustrator Pictogram
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Dia: Beacon
(if you search richard serra on google images, you can find many different images of his sculptures)
Richard Serra grew up in San Francisco working in steel mills. After studying in California, Yale University, and Paris, in the 1960s, he started working artistically with the steel and lead he had grown up working with. Many of his pieces were more about the process of creating it rather than the finished product. Considered a Minimalist, Serra’s works are extremely large, relatively simple metal objects. One of the pieces of his at the Dia, Torqued Ellipses, took four years in the late nineties to create. These ellipses are huge spirals that one can walk in. They curve in and out and are open in the center. When you walk inside of one it seems even bigger then when you looked at it from the outside. I love the immensity of Serra’s works and how they sort of engulf you as you enter. At times it feels as if the steel is closing in on you, but then you get to the center, which seems larger then possible.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Project 1
-For the first picture I got rid of Anthony and filled in his body with an image of sky and an image of grass. I then got rid of the furniture and added little cracks/openings in the ground so more sky and grass could come through.
-For the second picture I took Anthony, duplicated him, rotated him, and made him smaller and darker as he gets farther away (and lighter as he gets closer). I also made the background picture a bit darker to add more depth.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
First Assignment
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Other Influence
Influence
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