The bandages symbolize keeping emotions together
during a relationship and mending after a relationship ends. I posed the model
to touch different parts of the body. These body parts are important, as each
area is symbolic. The head represents a person thinking logically in a
relationship and attempting to rationalize emotions. The heart represents feelings
you cannot choose; cannot rationalize. I think the heart is where feelings form
even if they are not expected or wanted. The pelvic area represents sexual
desire. Covering the chest, head, or torso may allow for the other two to
express themselves more openly.
James Mattson, Wrapped Human Body, Student Work
I covered my body with a surf sock. The aim of my pictures are to portray organic shapes with little resemblance to the human body. My main focus was to capture postures that would prompt the viewer to ask, "What is that?"
Hannah Chittum, Poetry Garment, Student Work
This poem touches on the seductive side of a
relationship. I wanted my garment to have an alluring quality. My initial plan
was to cover the required 90% of my body and leave just a small area, on my
back, exposing my spine. I feel as though this particular area of the body is
the most sensual. I was pleasantly surprised when I put myself inside the paper
form for the first time. My body expanded the paper form. The exposed area of
my spine was now framed by the curves and folds of the paper, taking on added
qualities of sensuality.
i like my body by E. E. Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh...And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new
Conrad Kane, Poetry Garment, Student Work
The Vine by Robert Herrick
I dream'd this mortal part of mine
Was Metamorphoz'd to a Vine;
Which crawling one and every way
Enthralled my dainty Lucia.
Me thought, her long small legs & thighs
I with my Tendrils did surprize;
Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste
By my soft Nerv'lits were embrac'd:
About her head I writhing hung,
And with rich clusters (hid among
The leaves) her temples I behung:
So that my Lucia seem'd to me
Young Bacchus ravisht by his tree.
My curles about her neck did craule,
And armes and hands they did enthrall;
So that she could not freely stir,
(All parts there made one prisoner.)
But when I crept with leaves to hide
Those parts, which maids keep unespy'd,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with the fancie I awook;
And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine
More like a Stock, than like a Vine.
Melissa Yearwood, Student Work, Statement for Poetry Garment (images above)
For this project I was inspired by a 19th century poem, Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allen Poe. I wanted the garment to resemble a mourning dress from the 19th century because the poem is about death and loss. I also made a paper Mache death mask; I thought that adding the mask to my piece would give it a more solemn look, I wanted it to appear as if the woman was a statue or dead; with her face locked into one expression that is also still somewhat beautiful. I thought that by adding the mask to my piece it would give it that extra boost of beauty and darkness that my piece needed. I used blacks and greys because those are the colors most associated with mourning and darkness. I also added gold accents to symbolize the beauty Poe saw in death. To give the paper texture and make it less stiff I crumpled the paper and rubbed it together to make it appear more like fabric rather than paper. For the under skirt of my dress I used black ink mixed with water and dabbed it onto the paper to make it appear like stone; I did this to symbolize the tombstones Poe talks about in the poem.
Thy soul shall find itself alone
’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness—for then
The spirits of the dead who stood
In life before thee are again
In death around thee—and their will
Shall overshadow thee: be still.
The night, tho’ clear, shall frown—
And the stars shall look not down
From their high thrones in the heaven,
With light like Hope to mortals given—
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever
Which would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne’er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more—like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze—the breath of God—is still—
And the mist upon the hill,
Is a symbol and a token—
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
Visiting Artist Workshop, Florida School of The Arts, May 2014
Photography by Aly Schaper