breaking down to build up
For this blog, I will be posting my projects from Design 2. The focus in Design 2 is to create art in the 3D world. In addition to posting the final product, I will also provide work-in-progress pictures documenting the steps in which I take to create my art. Please feel free to leave any feedback, critiques, and/or comments.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Me Inside Four Walls
For our final project, we had to build a structure that contained "drawers" with hand-made items inside that were personal reflections. Instead of making a typical, symmetrical structure, I wanted to incorporate a sense of tension by building varying shapes and sizes. These different but unified levels are representations of various aspects of my life and how I have many responsibilities. I decided to only use black and white tones, as I have very much an all-or-nothing kind of mindset usually, and am a bit of a contradiction. The items I hid within my "paper world" are a cross, heart, a butterfly (which is what my name means), pig made of fondant (as I'm a cake decorator), and a map that has markings of where I've been and where I want to go in the world.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Relief Poster
Monday, November 7, 2011
Body and Form
For this project, we had to create some kind of outfit that covered at least half of our body out of wire, tracing paper, and gel medium. We then had to use that outfit and create a narrative that made some kind of statement. My narrative was inspired by Edwin Arlington Robinson's poem Richard Cory:
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good Morning!" and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine -- we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good Morning!" and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich, yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine -- we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without the meat and cursed the bread,
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet in his head.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Soap Carvings
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Tape Shoes
Paper Hybrid
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