Monday, February 24, 2020

Completed Magic Poster and Talking To Venues

Trying a different approach


Spreads 2/24



Here's an update on (one of) the book series. I have to stitch/go get more pairs of underwear so that way I'm not repeating the same image at the beginning and the end. Unless others like the zoom on the stitching at the end?






Moving Abstractions

I make patterns in my everyday life because it calms and helps to organise the chaos in my mind. When creating patterns they are affected by my surroundings, mood, and available materials.

When listening to music, if I close my eyes and focus, I can imagine how the sounds might appear. The visual result being a moving abstraction.

I am currently making these videos so I can share with others what I see. Even though they are more for enjoyment and entertainment, they have the potential to be seen and used in many other ways.







This video is version #6 for this song. I have also decided to shorten the clips to between 30 seconds and 1 minute. Longer videos become more difficult to add variations and keep the viewer entertained.

More poetry and some ideas for the typography pages in my book.

(Abandoned Houses)

Rusty
Dirty
Soiled
Blacken
Water drips
On my skin
As a bunny runs across my feet.

Going through the rubber on my boot
Just barely touching my skin

In pictures
It seems like every,
Item
Was meant to be there

No trespassing
Police take notice

Third floor
Now on the first
Or maybe second

The paint peeling away at the walls
Revealing
The sad and cold concrete
Revealing
What it once was

Wonder what's inside of you
Wonder what stories you have
Wonder if it's even stories at all
Now just laying there

Perfectly down the center of the colors,
Peeling back,
The art that was once perfect.
Showing its other side
It's not the same color

That house
Destroyed and burnt
But it had to be done,
To let the spirits go free

One stood tall
Proud owner of a family
Today thinks its behavior has no consequences
Thinks nothing of itself
Therefore could make it dangerous
Only thinking about its own effect

The only memory now
Is the smell of smoke and dust
We have burned the past memories in to replace the news ones





Im plugging away at the poetry (and or) aphorisms. Im also starting to make and finalize some accordion books to go along with the wall installation.  Ive been playing with some more "organic" type and some not so organic type. I wanted to get the class thoughts on what vibe works best before I proceed. 

Thursday, February 20, 2020

Accordion Wall






I made the accordion wall piece. I really like the direction this is going. 

sharp lines






























































































I used colored pencils instead of microns. I also used my makeup photos from last semester to trace.