tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90988815180053292932024-03-04T23:33:32.482-08:00My Splatter of MisguidanceI use art class as my 45 minute vacation time from the rest of my school day and I can't wait to get started. My second year here is going to be even better than the last and another huge leap towards farther finding myself.
Feel free to continue on my journey.Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-65295873898621621682013-04-23T09:43:00.001-07:002013-04-23T09:43:09.294-07:00["Collage" will be added later]-<br />
Has flowers, a scene as an "edge of the world", and a Big Yellow Taxi"<br />
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The lonely white flower sighed as she thought over her recently made mistakes.<br />
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She remembered the way she yelled at the yellow flower, and the way she told him to grow somewhere else. She was tired of the same flower always being near her. Everyone needs a change of scenery sometimes, right? She wished she had approached it all better. Wished she had told him that she needed to grow somewhere else, calmly.<br />
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She told him she promised to come back. Promised to stay alone and see the sights without any other flower. But she didn't keep that promise.<br />
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She became tangled up in the stems of other plants. She saw their pretty colors and thought "Wow! They would compliment my beautiful white and yellow petals and I should keep them around." But they were weeds in disguise. And soon, spending time with them made her petals all fall off, and she started to grow as a weed, too.<br />
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She saw the yellow flower from time to time while she sprouted her thick, weed-like petals. She had no clue of her transformation, and so she thought nothing bad was coming of her new friends. But the yellow flower could see right through her. And he didn't like it.<br />
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When the white flower was fully coated in thick, dark green fibers, she finally realized what had happened to her. She saw how ugly she had become. And she wanted nothing to do with her new "friends" anymore. She returned to the old patch of grass on the edge of the world, but the yellow flower was no where to be seen.<br />
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After some searching, she found her yellow friend, still as beautiful and thriving as ever. But he didn't want to be friends with a weed. He wanted his lovely white petaled friend back. He told her that it was <i>he </i>who didnt need <i>her</i> now. He now knew he was beautiful on his own, and he didn't deserve the way the white flower always yelled at him and put him down. And she began to sob.<br />
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She cried and cried and regretted ever leaving his side, here on the beautiful edge of the world. She cried so hard that she started to cry away her green blotches, and her white petals came back. She was now better than ever! She knew what she did wrong, and she wanted to make it right.<br />
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But it was too late. The yellow flower knew how easily she could turn in to a weed. He saw her as a whole new flower. He couldn't unsee it, couldn't take it back. It was mortifying.<br />
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Slowly, with very much time, the yellow flower grew a little bit closer to his white friend. (Both figuratively and literally). He saw that maybe, in even more time, they could be close again. She really <i>was </i>sorry, he realized.<br />
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She wished he would grow closer still, and though it made her ache inside, she waited patiently, as she had never done before. Her yellow friend was worth waiting until the end of time for, because up there on the edge of the world, he waited for her for so long. He deserved to be treated right by the best kind of friend out there, and that's what she would be from now on.<br />
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It still ached, waiting, though. And wait she would do for a very long time. Up on the edge of the world, with her roots in the ground, she stayed and sighed and looked into the sky, wondering just what would happen next.<br />
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<br />Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-36170107923555563012013-01-23T13:57:00.000-08:002013-01-23T14:08:17.671-08:00Piet MondrianOur midterm is pretty much the same as last year, a post & in class assignment based on an artist. I think I put this off so much because I didn't enjoy doing it last year, and I'm still tired out from focusing on Edgar Degas. Anyway.<br />
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This year, from a list of 50, I have picked Piet Mondrian. I think it's interesting how he made paintings that looked so simple, yet really meant much more, like myself. I think I might regret picking him, seeing as how I have to do a "notetaking page", and I feel Ill use all my ideas on that, rather than in class.<br />
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Piet was born in The Netherlands in 1872. Growing up with an artistic father and uncle, art came to him easily and was always an interest of his. As an adult, his career was in education, with painting still being a primary key to his life. He always painted with symbolism and representations. Soon, he felt a passion for cubism developing, and moved to Paris. He dropped an extra "a" from his name (previously Mondriaan), and began to paint less representationally, but with more shapes and figures. While visiting home in 1914, WW1 had begun and he was forced to wait out the duration of it back in The Netherlands. He gained the term "<span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;">Neoplasticism", his new style, which he is most famous for. Lines & squares, some with primary colors, mostly cover his canvas, and to describe his paintings and feelings, here is a quote of his written in a letter: </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;">[I construct lines and color combinations on a flat surface, in order to express general beauty with the utmost awareness. <span style="color: #c27ba0;">Nature (or, that which I see) inspires me, puts me, as with any painter, in an emotional state so that an urge comes about to make something, but I want to come as close as possible to the truth and abstract everything from that, until I reach the foundation (still just an external foundation!) of things</span>… I believe it is possible that, through horizontal and vertical lines constructed with awareness, but not with calculation, led by high intuition, and brought to harmony and rhythm, these basic forms of beauty, supplemented if necessary by other direct lines or curves, can become a work of art, as strong as it is true.]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">As a painter, I understand completely the compelling urge he speaks of. I love that he has put this into as basic a statement as possible while still properly depicting the passionate feeling one gets when they want to paint. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">In 1919 he moved back to Paris, and stayed there for another 19 years. During this time he continued to develop his style and play around with the white/line/color ratio. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;">Mondrian left Paris in 1938 in the face of advancing fascism</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;"> and moved to London.</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;"> A</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;">fter the Netherlands were invaded and Paris fell in 1940, he left London for Manhattan</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;">, where he would remain until his death. **</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">Before his death, he began to continue his vertical/horizontal line paintings, but rather than have the color of the line always be a black or dark grey, he began to play around more with primary colors, adding depth furthur into his paintings. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;">Piet Mondrian died of pneumonia</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;"> on February 1, 1944 and was interred in the Cypress Hills Cemetary</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.1875px;"> in Brooklyn, Ney York. **</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 19.1875px;">It will be interesting to attempt a "book page" with his influence. Now to work on my "notetaking" page..</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #b6d7a8; line-height: 19.1875px;">** Taken directly from an online source due to lack of better wording. </span></span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-5843262539851300202013-01-21T12:45:00.001-08:002013-01-21T12:45:59.663-08:00Empty BowlsI'm going to attempt writing this while also helping to write a play for another class. Rad.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">We're doing an "Empty Bowls" dinner at school on Feb 9th. Basically it helps support the hungry, and I think it's a wonderful way to help. I'm disgusted by almost all pasta, but apart from that, it's a phenomenal idea. </span><br />
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A lot of kids that do charitable events help out because it looks good for college purposes, and not much else. I hate that. I don't see why doing things like this is something one can't do on their own.<br />
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I love that the bowls are handmade and the meaning behind every aspect of the event.<br />
It all makes me wish I got off my butt to do more.<br />
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Many fall under the poverty line here in Jersey, and something needs to be done to fix that. Hunger shouldn't be existent anywhere, especially with all the resources we have on Earth. Ignorance is the only cause I can see, and I love that at HTHS we're going against that.Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-35816017141583736512013-01-21T11:51:00.001-08:002013-01-21T11:51:08.516-08:00MyselfAsked to answer a series of questions about myself, I decided to take it into someone's eyes that weren't my own. I know what I look like to myself. I know who I truly am. I know that I wear what I wear because I like it, I shave my hair because I like it this way, and I got my piercing because I think it looks fantastic. But that's not what everyone else thinks, and I know this, too.<br />
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I drew my blind contour drawing in the eyes of an average adult, or the spitting image that their children come out to be. They see me as someone who craves attention and will regret my choices later down the road. I know this is not true.<br />
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The words flow together, and the colors & arrows direct the viewer to which way I am speaking. I'm not a fan of bright colors, and so the colored in text symbolizes that it is false. The only truth to my drawing is the text that is in pink: I do not care what you say.Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-5671504031239339772013-01-21T11:16:00.000-08:002013-01-21T11:16:49.137-08:00Tired.I've let my personal problems interfere with my productivity, again. I thought I wouldnt do that this year, but that's also because my productivity levels are determined by my mood and (obviously) both are low lately.<br />
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I can't even remember what on earth is due for the blog assignments I havent done. I cant remember what homework of mine is due at all. Im dreadfully tired and Im still using this blog as a way to talk about myself, not just my art. I still dont know if thats good or bad but I guess Ill continue anyway.<br />
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So so tired..Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-865984315783147762012-11-14T10:45:00.004-08:002012-11-14T20:35:05.329-08:00Governmental CollageSo this year, as you probably already know if you for some reason are on my "Art Blog", the art minions had to do a collage to represent their feelings on a topic relating to the upcoming election. (Politic project).<br />
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I care most about Gay Rights and how, of course, they are almost nonexistent with today's (generally) close-minded society.The collage I have made is more symbolism instead of just a pretty picture, as usual. I care very much about this project and topic, and please, excuse me if I go into too much detail or bore you with the length.<br />
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Things in my collage, along with the obvious "gay" symbolism (rainbow, male&male symbols, etc.)<br />
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-The word "Bizzare" and a definition from an old vocabulary book of mine. The definition reads as, "Weird or fantastic", and that is just what I find homosexuality and coming out to be. Not weird, not fantastic, but a combination of the both.<br />
-The statement, "Find a new adjective", which is extremely important to me, because it is speaking about the use of the word "gay" and how today the word is used to describe something "odd" or "stupid" in a very negative way. "Gay" should not be synonymous with "Crappy". At all, for any reason.<br />
-"The RIGHT to pursue HAPPINESS" in stenciled letters. Marriage is a form of pursuing happiness, and I think it is an abomination that people want to take that away from other people. I thought we lived in a "newer world", but apparently the only discrimination that has been lifted from the law is minorities...and that still exists. What an evolution.<br />
-A giant swirl-like white portion of the paper (I cannot describe it in words), with a peach color on the sides. This is to represent that we are all still flesh and blood, regardless of orientation. The swirl is there as apposed to a straight line, which would represent heterosexuals.<br />
-The "fog" above all these words is to represent the fact that most people ignore all the underlying factors of why all people should be allowed to get married.<br />
-The "dripping" coming off the side was, honestly, just to look pleasant, but within the design are all the principles that build a marriage, and all things everyone hopes to get when in love, such as: acceptance, sympathy, love, desire, compassion, etc.<br />
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Stressful as it was, this topic is one of those that matters to me the most, and I'm glad my hard work shows it.<br />
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<br />Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-64075295635383819322012-11-14T10:26:00.002-08:002012-11-14T10:26:44.634-08:00My thoughtsSo, I actually managed to do the aforementioned projects within a day, and though they weren't easy, I am proud of myself for accomplishing so much in such little time.<br />
I have no pictures as of right now, for I am typing on a school computer and an SD card slot is not available. I wish you could see my collage, even though it is no where near my favorite artwork of mine.<br />
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This post has art in it, but is not necessary, as other posts are. This is a "if you really care enough to read stuff on my blog" exclusive. Hoo-ray.<br />
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Ms Hanlon gave me $20 to buy the canvas I need and paint her an abstract work of art. This excites me for I already know what I want to use the $10 profit on. Babies-R-Us called me last night about an interview on Friday. I hope I get a job. I need money to buy my friends Christmas gifts.<br />
The "Friends Of Rachel" club is handing out lollipops for free sometime soon with cute quotes attached to them about friendship and acceptance. I thought of the idea, and I must say I'm honestly quite proud of it.<br />
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My "icon" on blogger is a painting I made over the summer. Here's a picture of it:<br />
I'm calling it:<a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/109481458177916933377/albums/5792702974963496897/5792702976237184530" target="_blank"> My Purple Painting</a> for a lack of a better name at the time I made it. I don't really name them abnormal things. I haven't signed this one, either. I don't plan to sell it until I'm older, if at all.<br />
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I wish more people appreciated paintings/had the money for them.<br />
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I want to sell my <a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/109481458177916933377/albums/5792702974963496897/5794897473160060034" target="_blank">Green Painting</a> and the <a href="https://plus.google.com/u/0/photos/109481458177916933377/albums/5792702974963496897/5795927914371399746" target="_blank">Element-esque Painting</a> as well, but they are both my favorites and no one elses, apparently. Oh well. Maybe I'll keep them until I'm older since I love them so much.<br />
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I'm not good at drawing or painting pictures of <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">THINGS</span></b></span>, I realized, because that's not what I'm interested in. I have no talent in this department.<br />
I love <span style="background-color: black; color: white;">colors</span> and this is why I care about abstract painting. The colors blend and create such wonderful beauty. I have no objection when I paint besides color codes. <br />
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I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do after highschool, lately.<br />
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These are all my current thoughts. Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-45738888112312113412012-11-13T13:29:00.002-08:002012-11-14T20:42:37.415-08:00ERMEGERD...SHOESSo, I never did this post because I never finished my "Shoe drawing" and I never found it when I lost it in my room until now. I plan to work on my shoe drawing today, and pictures will be added later.<br />
I care not for that assignment, I must admit, for I don't find it to be an interesting drawing at all. I like where my shoe looks now, though, due to the tint of the paper it is drawn on and the style of shoe I had drawn.<br />
I haven't been caring about art much this year, honestly, but that's going to stop and tomorrow morning I plan to hand Mrs. Kiick 2 completed assignments, both my drawing of a shoe that I'm not too fond of, and a presidential collage, which surprisingly I'm finding more frustrating than anything. I'll keep ya posted soon enough.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I did the shoe drawing and the collage, as planned. Unlike everyone else's show drawing, however, mine did not shade, although that was the initial assignment. I had lost my drawing until after it was due, and even if I hadn't, I can almost guarantee I would not have shaded the shoe in, due to my lack of desire to. Shading isn't for me, and I learned this last year, whilst trying to shade in drawings at the end of each marking period. Yuck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I ended up coloring in (very thickly) the laces of the shoes, and for the most part, anything that was originally white. However, the Converse star is normally surrounded by white, and I left it this way. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I do not hate it as much as I had originally, since I did not follow the "rules", honestly. It's not too bad a drawing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-59533292558629866682012-09-10T06:03:00.001-07:002012-09-10T06:16:27.476-07:00I have arrived.I'm back! And art is fantabulous! I spent some time over the Summer painting pictures that I'm somewhat fond of, and wasting my life away. I am okay with this.<br />
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But now, it is time to wake up every morning at 6:30am and get back to school. Though this year things are going to be much much much different. I say that a lot, as all children do, but I'm actually setting it in motion this time. I'm doing extra curriculum and trying harder in all my classes -- the improvement is impressive and scary at the same time.<br />
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Art class will be, as it was last year, my outlet for all my stress and frustration of school and life in general.<br />
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My blog is my release into even farther comfort.<br />
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I can't wait to get started <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">^ u ^</span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-56780805144472271042012-06-12T10:59:00.001-07:002012-06-12T10:59:04.944-07:00So I'd already made this post & of course<span style="color: #d5a6bd;"> a wild kitten appeared</span> and stepped on the keyboard deleting all progress. That happens often nowadays..<br />
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This year started out terribly. I never came to art class, handed everything in late, and was about 100% unenthusiastic. It appears that the end of the year is ending this way, as well.<br />
I have realized this and plan to cease this process before it gets out of hand and drags on to next year.<br />
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Next year WILL be different. Many kids say this and then never change anything. I am known to be one of these kids.<br />
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I have reason to do otherwise this year. I have become more self aware in one school year than I thought possible in any human being. Whether my emotions are negative or positive, I am learning to control them and this is a huge step forward in all aspects of my life. Teachers, friends, and<span style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"> art </span>have helped me discover who I am at a brilliant speed. Now all I have to do is use this knowledge to my advantage and fix all the broken parts of me I had thought were over and done with.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I will be a better person next year. My art experience has been a self journey, rather than an actual art experience.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Art class is a drug for me. It temporarily dulls the pain of life, causes some stress, but in the end I say "Ill do better tomorrow<span style="font-size: large;">", & I stick to what I'm doing.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I will continue to rely on art next year as I will for the rest of my life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Without my sophomore Creative Arts class, I never would have realized this, among other things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Next year should be a good one. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-26227842216012748402012-06-08T05:10:00.001-07:002012-06-08T05:10:38.938-07:00Slideshow?<div><object width="560" height="420"><param name="movie" value="http://pf.kizoa.com/sflite.swf?did=2760553&k=7024272"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://pf.kizoa.com/sflite.swf?did=2760553&k=7024272" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="560" height="420" allowFullScreen="true"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.kizoa.com/slideshow/d2760553k7024272o2/this-slideshow-sucks"><b>This Slideshow Sucks</b></a> - <i><a href="http://www.kizoa.com">photo slideshow</a></i></div>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-14174121255817639452012-03-30T20:02:00.001-07:002012-03-30T20:02:21.801-07:00Testin from my house, dawg.Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-38412004910336590642012-01-20T09:55:00.000-08:002012-01-20T09:55:23.682-08:00Edgar Degas<style>
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "AR BERKLEY"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%;">Interestingly enough…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="color: #b6d7a8;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">~Degas believed that "the artist must live alone, and his private life must remain unknown", living in solitude for the majority of his whole life. This led him to focus more clearly on his work, but seemed to have left him stranded from the advances of the world. He lived a successful life, but died alone, never knowing love, due to his dedication to his art work. </span></b><b><span style="font-family: "AR BERKLEY"; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></b></div>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-85388124632529996182012-01-19T18:56:00.000-08:002012-01-19T18:57:16.558-08:00I have all intent to hate this assignment.I can't say much about the metals assignment. All I know is <span style="color: #6aa84f;">I'm far behind every single student. </span><br />
I'm still in the drawing phase, I guess you could say. I'm content with the design I'm working on right now, even though it's not much. However, 2 "fall-back designs" are what I <span style="color: #a2c4c9;">don't </span>have. My design is one that comes to me from my desire to make one thing mean a bunch of little things. My design, though I lack pictures currently, is one depicting my image of a <b><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">SWIFT GHOUL!</span></b><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">By definition, (my definition, that is)</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><u>a swift ghoul</u> is one who is sly and cunning, stalky, and extremely intriguing. They are captivating, usually gorgeous, and are able to convince anyone of anything. People are drawn to them. Said swift ghouls never use their power for good, I'm afraid, and are usually murderers. (Most vampires are swift ghouls)</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">ALSO, don't trust guys in top hats behind alley ways. They're up to ghoulish mischief, no doubt.</span><br />
<span style="color: #999999; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...they also walk funny.</span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: inherit;">The drawing shows their legs when they walk, their eyebrows when they're conversing with their victims, and also their teeth, (fangs, of course!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> I'm not fond of metal work at all, and I am also very stubborn. I know this experience will not be a fun one, and my mind is stuck that way. I have only yet begun, however, so there's not much to say about my experience. </span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-49545211459033138962012-01-19T18:29:00.000-08:002012-01-19T19:03:03.825-08:00-Insert witty title about collages here-<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When we were first told of this assignment, I knew I'd have no problem. I'm all <b style="font-style: italic;">about </b>metaphors and junk! And, low and behold, I was right. This project was only difficult in timing, because it seems to be a habit of mine to not be satisfied with my artwork, even when it's done and graded. I have, unfortunately, no pictures or the creative process, but just the finished "portrait". So, I suppose I'll just list the things that were incorporated into the collage.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-Dark vs light, light overpowering the dark in the end. The light was all earthy tones.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-A letter describing muhself, written from a genius. I had re-written the letter onto tissue paper, ripped it up, and used colored glue to change the appearance. I also had re-written a few journal entries shared between a friend and I.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-A "hot glue tree", painted with brown glue, and other color splashes. The tree had faded from black to brown. It also had lyrics of a song glued to bits of it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">-<span style="color: #6fa8dc;">PRODUCTIVITY </span>is a BIG thing to Alexis. So, that was the final addition to the piece. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am honored to have my collage on the school's website, also! (I have no other photo, for now)</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> :3</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I didn't have much to say about this process or finished project. I try to intertwine symbolism into everything I do, so this wasn't a very new experience. </span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-22399942788576949462012-01-19T18:02:00.000-08:002012-01-19T19:06:26.881-08:00SNAP! Back to reality....I mean...my portrait.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What, don't like Eminem?</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did you know that I wrote this<span style="color: #f4cccc;"> exact </span>post TWICE now, and it got deleted both times? :D</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yeah. I'm angry. So, on behalf of my anger, this post may be...well, crappy. My apologies.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The last time I made an actual art post was..hmm...<b>LAST YEAR!...(technically).</b></span></div><div><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKAe9j4LqzIDu6-P8HyfrdvztoEMF8oiajaVOx2QgfgsGIQgMc7El8T7xJ-4lXy0saZhaXz1esk0J-vSp40pZs5HYtDNaJZRGpvsCz2gBZXwIwTKBRyVACXNqT0hbdVSrn1ZGfiUt1r4/s1600/101_1438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZKAe9j4LqzIDu6-P8HyfrdvztoEMF8oiajaVOx2QgfgsGIQgMc7El8T7xJ-4lXy0saZhaXz1esk0J-vSp40pZs5HYtDNaJZRGpvsCz2gBZXwIwTKBRyVACXNqT0hbdVSrn1ZGfiUt1r4/s200/101_1438.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I left you off, dear adventurer, at a point of confusion. I was in a state of frustration at my colors an poor shading abilities. Now I must say, while the brown I had worked with worked <span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">w</span><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;">o</span><span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;">n</span><span style="background-color: #ffe599;">d</span><span style="background-color: #b6d7a8;">e</span><span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;">r</span><span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;">s</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span>for my eyes, </span><span style="color: white; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(see left) </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it just wasn't giving me the relief I desperately needed. Mrs. Kiick, upon noticing my frustration and desperation to catch up to the rest of the class, had something else in mind for me, and let me do what no other student was doing- a "dash of color" (Black, white, and one other color of no relevance). This was <b>much </b>more my style, and let me breath a little bit easier. Though I have no pictures of the finished project at hand, I have a few of the portrait while it was rearing it's end. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ74SRSR6TJTitpV5t-x3NBErTcns5057i0VfD-eGkPM3JoAAeSymYMA54ruM5GtU69jNyO6UbtXXmrm1B5Dq8vOfiZajT19vmytSMlMzozLoYhMgGAhxQ2jHMSFnkAwn8elcxNvqG5J0/s1600/101_1750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ74SRSR6TJTitpV5t-x3NBErTcns5057i0VfD-eGkPM3JoAAeSymYMA54ruM5GtU69jNyO6UbtXXmrm1B5Dq8vOfiZajT19vmytSMlMzozLoYhMgGAhxQ2jHMSFnkAwn8elcxNvqG5J0/s200/101_1750.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMz9fvBeFrOeVUpnqwtHZQJ6ayyi-pngpAC2xb6wKWELnE1siFiukJMZdrCW5Z_N_vYnoAaZp9Exr28s8IWyBJCKZ0_BWRxf5LrY_CWcV-nYDekFMLUdpnxhNSajpT6Yr4qlTsaQtCBKs/s1600/whatever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMz9fvBeFrOeVUpnqwtHZQJ6ayyi-pngpAC2xb6wKWELnE1siFiukJMZdrCW5Z_N_vYnoAaZp9Exr28s8IWyBJCKZ0_BWRxf5LrY_CWcV-nYDekFMLUdpnxhNSajpT6Yr4qlTsaQtCBKs/s200/whatever.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Before inking, </span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">with the original </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">picture</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">< - </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The end result, I cannot say I was fully satisfied with, but I feel I'm as close as I'll get. The criticism from my peers was enough to settle my nerves for now.</span></div>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-62437393901362922832012-01-19T17:05:00.001-08:002012-01-19T17:13:30.743-08:00FINALLY! FINNAALLYY!<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally, after so so many attempts at trying, I'm able to post things on mah Blogger! :D</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I find this to be a wonderful blissful thing! I was extremely aggravated due to the fact that my blogs are always something I type, then review, to find my satisfaction. And I was satisfied, fully! I even made a Harry Potter reference! That's loyalty there, people. I mean, seriously.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>BUT REGARDLESS!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am back. Hello! Here I go, typity-typing about the necessary things in life---erm, art class. Life, perhaps. Not so much for me though. I <b>am </b>superior, don't forget. :)</span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-83862650180654945352012-01-19T09:40:00.000-08:002012-01-19T09:40:18.077-08:00:PEvan's making lots of noise.<br />
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<b>( This is my test post :3 )</b>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-23669873288235433342011-11-03T21:00:00.000-07:002011-11-03T21:00:46.121-07:00ZAK ATTAKI feel a huge thank you is in order, and what better way to do that than to make a post about it? :3<div><br />
</div><div>Thank you, so so much, Zach, for getting me to Art every day on time. Thank you for letting me use your phone for both taking pictures, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65JhriJ8RNa2r-inIuTaOUR1SC8cdCTafyrtBBJ8wPW1LuN6XnrgO96lSqMoxG0gSfGxWosoe5boJhu-BAHsp9fa1kTWG3yM5najGfHqUiXfVzRGr8nrcV290unHOlQLc1do0gpdiTRM/s1600/lovely.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65JhriJ8RNa2r-inIuTaOUR1SC8cdCTafyrtBBJ8wPW1LuN6XnrgO96lSqMoxG0gSfGxWosoe5boJhu-BAHsp9fa1kTWG3yM5najGfHqUiXfVzRGr8nrcV290unHOlQLc1do0gpdiTRM/s320/lovely.aspx" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixMbx4ndUZIGzOcaj801awfNk0k9J2PNyXTQ4rYB9bSIJL0dxS-LH-pY6fPtLJ58DER-SmT18LwOyGWBryTem8PxlERHXtk_jbl4d0Syf856o26plKhnIjt3nNQcK-YwBYrGHXUFrsFxw/s1600/STOPBEINGSOBEAUTIFUL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixMbx4ndUZIGzOcaj801awfNk0k9J2PNyXTQ4rYB9bSIJL0dxS-LH-pY6fPtLJ58DER-SmT18LwOyGWBryTem8PxlERHXtk_jbl4d0Syf856o26plKhnIjt3nNQcK-YwBYrGHXUFrsFxw/s200/STOPBEINGSOBEAUTIFUL.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div>and for your phone also being the model of my technology assignment.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Thank you for making me jealous at how phenomenal your talent is! I mean, c'mon, really? I have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">THAT</span> to compare my art to? -> So not fair.</div><div><br />
</div><div>(This post is....semi- art related, I guess)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Thank you for doing everything you do for me. Thank you for surprising me every day with notes, or with what I discover in my lunches. Thank you for meeting me at the most irrelevant places throughout the school day, and thank you for being on the same intellectual level with me. Thank you for our deep conversations, and thank you for our silly ones. Thank you for failing spanish with me, porque neither of us pay attention. Thank you for soooo much more mushy junk.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Thank you for being adorable, and thank you for being mine. And Much love,</div><div>Lex <3</div>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-84295874114257797312011-11-03T20:42:00.000-07:002011-11-03T20:42:40.032-07:00I don't like portraits.I don't like portraits. Plain and simple.<br />
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We've been working on this thing called "Tempera Batik", my dear viewer. (Chances are, if you're reading this, you're either Madame Kiick, or another HT Art student, so you're well aware of what I'm talking about.<br />
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I don't enjoy this assignment for one reason: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You are your worst critic.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKu04JeIu7xdQdr2AHlAeaqd3gkh_sG9lac2i30WME2z87Poyj1v8uTb9-iyg8pWObydJ8rmYr6o594FNUUfCFqLtQOa1Wpt8j48AV-Njbz7YgEyRsudc1FvUjXATxEDdR5Dkknsn7z8/s1600/GAHzachdoesntknowwhathesdoing.aspx" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKu04JeIu7xdQdr2AHlAeaqd3gkh_sG9lac2i30WME2z87Poyj1v8uTb9-iyg8pWObydJ8rmYr6o594FNUUfCFqLtQOa1Wpt8j48AV-Njbz7YgEyRsudc1FvUjXATxEDdR5Dkknsn7z8/s320/GAHzachdoesntknowwhathesdoing.aspx" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I learned that this statement is in fact true, through much irritation. At first, we had to re-create ourselves at a much larger scale than our original photo. That was hell enough. I get very frustrated very easy when it comes to art, and so many spots of my face were just not coming out how I had wanted. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The shape of my face, for example. My chin just looked so off, for so long. I avoided it until I was finished with the rest of my face...BIG MISTAKE. It turns out, the reason it looked so wide and far from my lips, was because I had </span>proportioned <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">the entire face wrong. My eyes were up just a taaaaad bit too far, but that tad bit made a HUGE difference. I ended up having to re-do all of my face. Sounds fun, right?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Nope! I'm just thankful I could get work done 11th period.</span><br />
My biggest problem I could say was probably my eyes, but I now know how to draw eyes much more sufficiently. The placement, as I said, was all off. Plus, my amount of makeup had a big effect on the outcome:<br />
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I decided to try a blueish gray color, with a tint of green. Though I thought it would work when I saw the color pallete, on paper was a different story. The blue turned out more gray than I had hoped, and when I looked around, I noticed many pupils had picked a blue-esque color. I was convinced that blue wasn't for me.<br />
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I'm currently working on a brown, that I believe has what looks like the tiniest hint of yellow. I don't like painting much, when it comes to the shading of my face, especially when I only have intervals of 45 minutes every day to work on it. But I must say I'm enjoying the brown more than the blue, for sure. Looking at the other student's portraits that are a emerald green color, I'm strongly considering that as an option. Its a beautiful shade of green, and I would love painting my eyes with it.<br />
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As you can see, when I get bothered I get sloppy. The back painting is the one I am currently in progress with, apologies for it being in the back of the pile. (Blame the photographer--not me!)<br />
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This process that is very very time consuming, and I can't wait to see what the end result comes out as.Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-65433989222375493012011-11-03T20:11:00.000-07:002011-11-03T20:48:38.532-07:00Lookin' back on the first MP, yo.Beginning of the M.P to now? Compare the two? All there is to say is: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>WOW.</b></span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">If you read one of the previously posted,(...well, posts) it's extremely easy to compare my attendance record.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbSjcuxl8Q9gvEThc3y_F5oc1dkI-BhY2rlZ8NpJX3r-qqqetpX8zAYYb3UZCzWzwyVwWdUCePar0yg4F07EwhzhhjxLAHZyU8eadMznHmkTwp5uvWWOVRTN8HzrgS8yI2OGEsuQfk1g/s1600/Snapshot_20111103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbSjcuxl8Q9gvEThc3y_F5oc1dkI-BhY2rlZ8NpJX3r-qqqetpX8zAYYb3UZCzWzwyVwWdUCePar0yg4F07EwhzhhjxLAHZyU8eadMznHmkTwp5uvWWOVRTN8HzrgS8yI2OGEsuQfk1g/s320/Snapshot_20111103.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>If I were to even show up to Art class, I'd be about 15-20 minutes late, every time. But lately I've been a whole new me! Iv'e been on time to class (almost) every day, if not early. That itself has been a wild experience.</div><div> Apart from the attendance aspect of art, I love and hate this class.</div><div>It's not the class I hate, I'm lying. It's my own aggravation at what my hands produce throughout the slim 45 minutes I have to release myself. I always feel pressed for time though, and like I'm trying to gain someone's approval through what I make. Of course I desire approval and positive criticism, but that's not why I make art, and I don't think anyone should make art for that reason only. It should be about calming ones self and expression. Which I <b style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">love </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">doing in this class. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">People need to appreciate more in life, and just slow down and notice things. I'm glad I'm learning to do this in art.</span></div>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-17559806699393063802011-10-28T10:56:00.000-07:002011-10-28T10:58:01.520-07:00CRITICIZE ME!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, as proud as I am to say it, yet frightened at the same time, my portrait is currently right in the middle of the <a href="http://creativeartsclass.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Creative Arts</span></a> blog! It makes me feel as though criticism will uproar to those who see the monster that is me, on paper. But I guess if you want to get noticed, what better way than to take an art class? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On a completely </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">irrelevant</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> note, I decided I really enjoy using blogger, and am going to make my own personal blog about my personal thoughts on a very personal level...that most likely no one will read. And that's the way, I suppose, I intend for it to go. </span></div><div><br />
</div>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-48679240791790251132011-10-24T21:49:00.000-07:002011-10-24T21:49:35.247-07:00The dates and times on Blogger are completely schtupid.Based solely on the fact that the pictures I have taken of my art are not all filling my mailbox in the order the art was created, this blog is out of order.<br />
For now, I jump to the topic of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>TECHNOLOGY. </b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">~Technology is defined as: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">the making, usage, and knowledge of tools, machines, techniques, crafts, systems, or methods of organization in order to solve a problem or perform a specific function.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><b> BUT!</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Technology is defined by myself as: something that society can no longer go a day without. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Almost everything is now functioned based on it. It's as if people have wires instead of veins these days.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"> So, when we were told we needed to do an assignment on our own by the end of the marking period, theme being Technology, it was a struggle to wrap my mind around one idea for this task.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"> Though it was planned to be a whole new post entirely, I suppose I'll just say in a simple manner now: I like my art to have deeper meaning than what it appears to have. For example, some pages for my book were emotions cast into the running watercolors, and the decision to draw the apple browning represented how my failure in getting to class had effected not only my grade, but my character. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"> Thus, with the topic being technology, and a blank canvas in mind to do with whatever I please, I had thought long and hard. Until eventually, I finally thought what I feel will be a great art accomplishment on my own part.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"> I will be drawing a cell phone, graciously lent to me by someone very special. The cellphone looks like a basic modern phone: screen and buttons all visible at once. The phone, when recreated, will be protruded by the blade of a knife, cracks through the screen, and a puddle of blood developing underneath. Let your mind wander with that one. I admit, I am very very excited to see the outcome of this plan.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b style="color: orange;">Thanks again, </b><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://zachmeow.blogspot.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;">Zach</span></b></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;">, </span></span><b style="color: orange;">for letting me use your cell phone time & time again for art :3</b></span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-13555194206196710902011-10-24T21:08:00.000-07:002011-10-25T07:28:45.381-07:00Fruity Fruit is Fruity.Through an extremely slow process, I managed to finish my fruit plate drawing. In all honesty, I was very disappointed in myself for how...simply uncared for it looks. To continue with the honesty train, I must tell, I <i>didn't </i>care for it at all. Fruit is so...well, simple, yes. Bland is in the same definition. And it just couldn't grasp my care. I feel Mrs. Kiick didn't care for it's boring frame, either. I can see why completely.<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"> <b>(Pictures taken will be posted soon)</b></span><br />
Well, by the time I had decided to get my act together, to put it, I had missed drawing the whole red apple completely. Thus, Mrs. Kiick had me work on the cut open Granny Smith instantly. By the time I started recreating the cut fruit onto my paper, (and a lovely piece of paper it was), the apple was browning and tender. I thought it were appropriate to draw the apple as I had actually seen it.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can see the uncared for orange & fruit</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Final colored drawing of the cut Granny Smith </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">UPDATE: Because I can no longer work on my portrait in 11th period, (due to the fact that' paint' and 'library' don't flow together too well), I am going to be drawing the whole red apple during that time. [Pictures of this process will be posted, as well.]</span>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9098881518005329293.post-35441668415769638092011-10-13T11:53:00.000-07:002011-10-13T19:25:51.085-07:00Random thoughts~I can easily say I've grown quite fond of blogger quite fast. It's like a better, more intellectual version of facebook. It's not hard to see that most bloggers try to appear more educational than they really are. This, however, is actually how I think and the style I write in. How I communicate verbally, though, is certainly not <i>at all </i>the same.<br />
<div>~It's easier for me to express myself through writing, than anything else. Whether I'm writing an essay, my thoughts, or something as simple as a text, I can express myself better in doing so, rather than talking.<br />
~I am proud to say, as sad as it is, I have shown up on time for school the past few days. It honestly helps and I feel cleansed as soon as I step into the Art room on time.<br />
~Though I am just now starting to attempt my hardest at being a better me, not just in waking up, but being a generally "new" me, I can see this is a process. I must catch up on the drawings in art, and as I look at the other student's work, I can say, I <i>do</i> feel ashamed that if I had been in class, maybe my creations would be more careful and exquisite.<br />
~Honestly, whether I'm in class or not, I feel like the drawing process is being rushed, and it aches to know that what I hand in at the end of the day is not as good as it could be if I had more time.<br />
~I am in a calm and happy state right now, this could have both positive and negative results onto my artwork.<br />
~Lets just see where this all leads me, and if I'm still here by the end of the school year.</div>Alexishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300483338977837602noreply@blogger.com0