Constructivists do so much, but, Cubans do it better. Looked at so many posters. Feel dizzy, in a good way. Colour is a good way to catch attention. How many seconds? I still feel like a voice in the wilderness.
Thinking of e-waste as the issue to explore. That would also allow play with toxic colour palette. Yummy.
Check out the Cubans!
Wobbly on the issue I want to take up. For a second there I thought I could protest pointy high heeled shoes as tools of oppression. Do I want to take a feminist stand? It seems ultra unfashionable these days.
Then, I turned to food, animals, pollution. All so in these days- I don’t want to join the masses.
I will get to the bottom of this.
Drawn to the constructivist aesthetic.
And the Bauhaus…
And weird psychedelic stuff
White rabbit, I keep racing. And, late.
Can hardly wait to feel speed and comfort of techno familiarity.
Reexamined, and decided to change picture taking philosophy. Blurry photos just don’t cut it for photoshoping. I admit, I haven’t even tried to be diligent about the few rules that I do know. And so, I have dug out my tripod… Now all I need is another lifetime to take some quality photos.
Textures within nature captivate. The only ones I wanted to work with. The velvety green of fungus.
Quail egg shells, feel so delicate, look a little like rocks, blue tinted hollow. Eggs eaten by patrons of a certain restaurant in Kits. Numbers of little birds in captivity, laying these.
I needed to start making, and , the results are giving me mixed feelings.
I took my brick+ cats in eggs composition apart, without saving, and now it is gone. Must have been out of my mind. I did want to redo cats in eggs including the hand. Maybe a more coherent series that way.
I guess next time.
I had a moment the other day, where I realized that the computer design process doesn’t come naturally to me. And why would it, I have made a handful of things in photo shop. To make a plan, go out there and shoot/collect images to use for that plan, rather then improvising from things that I already have.
Possibilities are endless, and I’m dwelling in the endless, without committing.
On a positive note, I have this blog under control. All I’m missing is some imagery.
And a whackload of time.
The first week of classes behind me, and still in a more than a bit of a shock.
A couple of months ago I innocently went to student services to snoop around and familiarize myself with the environment of this institution. Before I knew what I was doing, I registered for 2 summer courses. Not the best way to ease in, but , I figured I might as well. A day into each of these classes I realized the extent of kaka I’m in. My inner superwoman wakes up here, and tells me that I’m not dropping any classes, and that I’m going to just figure it out.
I’m super excited about all everything new I will be encountering, learning, making.
I keep in mind a couple of brilliant insights my weaving instructor at Cap, Ruth Scheuing, shared with me:
1) When you have less to do, sometimes you just do less
2) You are in art school to learn, explore and stretch, you are not expected to create your most brilliant work
I have been doing less for a couple of months now and am ready to stop.
Looking forward to all.
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