Blog Assignment #4Art: 21-Place
1) It is not a place that defines us; it is we who define the place. It is our personal reaction to the place that defines what a place becomes. An example of this difference in personal perception is a forest. While some people find a forest scary and intimidating, others find it comforting to be in quiet solitude. A place becomes what we want or think it should be. An example of this is a dorm room; a dorm room is what you make it. A dorm room can look plain and unlived in, or it can look fun, be colorfully decorated, and have personality.
2) Richard Sara was influenced by visiting a shipyard when he was young; he was inspired by watching such a massive structure take off. Sally Mann was affected by her natural environment. Margaret Killigan and Barry Mcgee were affected by cities and train stations. They were extremely affected by graffiti and finding beauty in things done by hand. Pepon Osorio was affected by a barber shop he visited while he was young as well as Puerto Rico.
3) The program has helped me continue to see beauty in all places. I especially liked the portion about the artists Margaret Killigan and Barry McGee because they looked for beauty in all forms. They showed me how to look for beauty in places I never thought to look before.
4) I connected most with Margaret Killigan. I really enjoyed listening to her talk about finding beauty in urban areas. I try to be an observant person and to appreciate beauty in its simplest forms. That is what Margaret has accomplished, and that is something I would like to accomplish, too.
5) Richard Sara works on an extremely large scale. His work can be walked around and walked through; this makes it accessible to viewers because they can get as close to the work as they want. The large scale effects how Richard Sara uses composition. The compositions are meant to lead the viewer literally around and through the work. Sally Mann uses photography; this makes her work less accessible because her work is displayed in museums instead of in public like Richard Sara's work. Margaret Killigan and Barry McGee's work can be very accessible. Some of their work is graffiti and is on trains, while some of their other work is in museums. So some work is easily viewed and other work is harder to see. The media is often as simple as spray paint and on a train, so the compositions used are not typical, but they still lead the viewer around the artwork. Pepon Osorio's work is the least accessible. His work is mostly lifesize and often imitates a living space, but the rooms may not be entered. Osorio is an installation artist, because of this, the scale is life size and the compositions lead the viewer through a three-dimensional room.
6) Five places from my childhood are:
--My basement: terrifying
--The tire swing: innocent
--My Aunt Karen's porch: relaxing
--The boardwalk in Rehoboth Beach: exciting
--The woods: mysterious
7)The tire swing: Glorious, beautiful sunbeams that danced through the giant cottonwood tree. My grandpa's quilt was in the sitting area of the swing. The quilt was soft and cool to the touch. The tire swing smelled and felt like rubber. There was wood underneath the blanket; it was rough, only slightly sanded. The tire swing seemed so big, it surrounded me; and the tree seemed enormous. The rope rubs against me while swinging and is rough. It was a bright, happy place.
Art:21-Stories
1)Religious stories are important stories told in society today; even non-Christian people know the story behind Christmas and Easter. Stories of war are also retold a lot. People think it is important to learn from stories of war to prevent atrocities that happened in the past from reoccurring. The big story that gets passed down in my family is the story of my great grandparents' first date. They went to church in a horse and buggy. When they came out, their horse had hung itself on its reins. If I could pass a story down through future generations, it would be the war stories of my grandpa. My grandpa was a young sailor on the USS Missouri during World War II. He lived because his best buddy threw himself on top of my grandpa when a Japaneese plane was shooting at them. Grandpa was present at the Japaneese Surrender Ceremony. He can even be found in the background of the photograph on the cover of Life Magazine.
2) Stories with extremes are often retold for generations. If a story contains extreme happiness, tragedy, or fantasy, the story is more interesting and people want to hear it over and over again. Some stories are lost because they were not as fantastic as other stories; stories that have extremes tend to be more memorable.
3)Artist use journals and sketchbooks to recall events that occurred in the past as well as creating and playing with new ideas. Sketchbooks and journals are definitely a work of art. When a person writes and creates something so pure and uncensored, it definitely becomes art. Art is communicating emotion; journals and sketchbooks certainly portray emotion.
4)Memorable event in present day voice: I open my eyes and the light is bright, too bright. I have to squint. There is a yellow glow resonating from the window, brighter than sunlight. The beautiful color is in such contrast to the way I feel. If I could express the way I feel, it would be black. The pain is excruciating; there is the beeping of an IV monitor in the background and the fresh, warm blanket weighs heavily on my body. Pain is rushing through every fiber of my body; I can barely move my head to look for the source of the glow. "Aren't they beautiful? They're daffodils. The hospital sent them down during your surgery. Don't they add a nice touch? It's a sign, Meredith; see, everything is going to be okay," my mom tells me. All I can do is think about being normal. If only I were in school now, if I was walking through the hallway, talking to my friends. All I can do is dream about what it is like to got to school every day; I feel so lonely. It hurts to think of what my friends are doing; it hurts to think of how wonderful life is outside the hospital.
Memorable event from the point of view I have now: I woke up from surgery absolutely miserable; it didn't hurt as bad as the first one. The pain was all through my body, and there were tubes. I couldn't help but wonder, once again, why me? As I opened my eyes, I saw this brilliant glow; my mom told me they were daffodils. They were so beautiful, and such a complete opposite of what I was feeling. Their beauty almost annoyed me. I was laying in a bed and had been sliced by a surgon straight down my stomach and was in excruciating pain. Then there were these purely beautiful flowers. The funny thing is that they were residing in a plastic cup, nothing extravigant, just a clear plastic cup. It was a simple beauty. My mom told me it was a sign; and it was in a way, reminding me that everything would be okay. For me, this was a very defining moment in my life. I had been through an extremely difficult time in my life; and had to do one of the most terrifying things imaginable to me. After almost dying in my first surgery, I had to have another one. I had to go through the entire ordeal all over again. Waking up to these beautiful flowers, even though they angered me at the time, was a new beginning for me. It was hope--that life would be as beautiful as those blooming, glowing daffodils. It taught me to appreciate the simple things, and look for beauty in all places. On that day, there was beauty even when I was in a very dark, painful place. To me, this makes me appreciate everything around me. When I think back to this moment, it reminds me to look for beauty in its simplest forms because it is everywhere. My art reflects this; beauty in nature and beauty that surrounds me. When I see something beautiful, I want to share it.