Exquisite Corpse Poem

My poem, like many others, is super odd and I only had one picture out of all of them that I actually like and it kind of makes sense...

Line 1:
The smelly skank kicked the purple wolf.

this is my favorite of the two

Line 2:
Sinfully a man draws a joyful flower

This is my favorite out of the bunch

Line 3:
A brutish thimble was shouting at a super bracelet

this one is in my opinion the best and my favorite

Death of a Beanie Baby

So we had to dissect a stuffed animal and I decided to rummage through a trunk of beanie babies at my parents house and find the one I wouldn't mind killing. It's not like they were being useful making a profit anyway.... So in the end I chose a shark. I didn't mind killing him because I didn't care for that toy and he had a few questionable stains on him... Here he is:

Oh so tragic....

Metaphor Project Final

Metaphor: The trees on the road were turning into a tunnel choking me and disabling my vision so I couldn't see anything else and the black road was all I could focus on.

I decided to go with the first memory I had and it turned out to be the strongest and most difficult to deal with. I actually found myself crying while I was making the piece because it brought back so many memories I had tried to forget from my sophomore year of high school. Luckily I had my boyfriend there to keep me calm and give me motivation to finish the piece. I'm not sure if people understood it, or if they saw it as a feminine beauty piece or something, but I created what I had pictured in my mind. I also brought in my own stand to represent the dark roads.

 

MFA Houston

 

The most enjoyable thing for me was the Wilson Tunnel because it creates an optical illusion as you walk down it and it changes colors.

The Most disturbing thing I saw was Damien Hurst's Endgame piece because it reminds me of all the surgeries I've had and my fear of needles.

The piece that was most like something I would like to make was the white rooms filled with different colored lights because it was trippy and full of different colors.

Story Line Crit

My biggest problem with the piece was the visible hooks. Also I should have played with light to create interesting shadows. Most people said the mood was depressing but a sense of happiness or freedom is created as you move further out on the piece. It also gives mixed emotions.

They said the use of my material was good and so was the overall presentation. The negative space was created mainly with the frames. My materials were charcoal and the frames. The drawing feels sinister. Another downfall was the door stopper on the wall was visible and it shouldn't have been in such a constricting area. On the good side the repetition of the frame was used well. Also I could have mounted it off the wall further for more shadow play. The flat top of the frames seemed to make the drawing feel compressed as if it was pushing it down.

Finished Story Line Piece

My original idea for my story line piece changed a lot by the time I was done with mine. I had originally wanted to create frames from styrofoam, paint them black, put a drawing in the back, create a road type thing on the bottom, and hang pictures with the faces blacked out on the inside. After I thought about this for a while and painted some tester styrofoam I decided it wasn't such a good idea. The styrofoam didn't dry well and I felt my overall idea was a little cliche. I decided to reread my story and add a few things to increase the imagery so I could pull from that to create my piece. I finally decided to use picture frames, but since those are expensive I decide to make them out of molding because it's cheaper and a little more durable. After making seven frames that progressively got bigger and much struggling with keeping them together I attached my charcoal drawing to a piece of plywood and then nailed it into the frames. As a suggestion if you want to make picture frames cheaply, use high heat hot glue to keep the corners together. When I looked at the piece at this point I had this strong feeling that it was done and it didn't need anything else done to it.

Mapping-Grade Me

My original idea for my life mapping project changed drastically. I was originally going to do four boxes (one for every place I lived in) but since I'm still in college I decided not to do one for college. I also consider that to be my future box because I don't know what it's going to hold. My second idea for my life mapping  project was to create four boxes and attach them to a paper towel tube and put it on a paper towel holder so it would rotate like a globe. I decided that since the boxes I was using the same base boxes that would give them some sort of attachment through similarity. On each box I used a paper that had a feeling to match the theme of each box to kind of give a mood and age reference. On the inside I put many pictures of me and other people and a few hand written facts about me.

Story Revision

Have you ever said something about someone that you regret? When we’re angry or upset we tend to say things we don’t mean and we cross a line of trust, and that line becomes more obvious when you get caught.

A few years ago I was in a stressful situation because I found out that I had a serious eye condition caused by a mistake from a previous surgery that could cause me to go blind in one eye. Because of this I had to quickly schedule two surgeries in one month. This caused me to be figuratively blind to the fact that my family was being very helpful and supportive. The only thing I could focus on was myself and the fighting between them. All I was feeling was negative energy and this built up and continued to even after the surgery was done.

After I let this negative energy build up I unfairly unleashed it all onto my sisters and mainly the eldest one. Even though she graciously helped me wash my hair and took care of me when I couldn’t take care of myself. I am very grateful for that.

I was in the car with my friend and I decided I needed to rant and release all of the negative energy that was built up inside me. I said hurtful things and lashed out. Because of my tendency to bottle things up I unleashed everything that my sister had ever done in one giant rant. Every time I thought of something a picture of hate and regret formed in my mind. Unbeknownst to me my phone had decided to call her while I was ranting about her. This is where I realized I had crossed the line of trust between us. In my defense I immaturely claimed that everyone had a right to rant.

Things got out of control and our relationship hasn’t been the same since. We both hold grudges against each other and we are both too stubborn to talk to each other and talk it out. Everything that was said was just the result of unresolved feelings and problems that just built up over the years. It’s sad to say that the fake smiles in all of the pictures spoke more truth than the real ones ever did. It's like we've built stairs for each other to climb but laid out traps like holes for the other to fall into. I feel like if I apologize again I'd just be giving in and the whole process would repeat itself over and over and over again. I’m sorry I got caught, but I’m even more sorry that I said things that hurt her and betrayed her trust.

Metaphor Proposal 3

I remember my first summer as a college student. I made a couple of new friends and we had planned on going to the beach. the ocean waves were a gateway to the happiness and freedom i had been searching for all summer.

create an ocean view that opens as a gate. perhaps a literal white picket fence gate with an ocean mural on it.

Metaphor Proposal 2

Unfortunate relationship proposal

I won't go into details on this story, but the relationship I was in at the time wasn't a good one and I just couldn't find a way out of it because to everyone else we seemed perfect, but to me it was just torture. I felt that I had to stay in this relationship to maintain appearances for everyone else. I didn't expect to get anything more than what I had gotten.

Metaphor type thing:

Living in a maze of a self destructive cage

Birdcages are supposed to be a paradise, but really they are just trapping something that wants to and should be free.

The birdcage would appear to be fragile, perfect, and dainty on the outside. On the inside would be a scene of destruction where obviously something bad happened.