Source link here.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
American Museum of Natural History
The American Museum of Natural History has made available for download historical photographs of its permanent and temporary exhibits. There are photographs of the museum's dinosaur displays and many more of its famous dioramas. All are in black & white. Link here.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Cabinets of Curiosity
A cabinet of curiosities was an encyclopedic collection in Renaissance Europe of types of objects whose categorical boundaries were yet to be defined. They were also known by various names such as Cabinet of Wonder, and in German Kunstkammer ("art-room") or Wunderkammer ("wonder-room"). Modern terminology would categorize the objects included as belonging to natural history (sometimes faked), geology, ethnography, archaeology, religious or historical relics, works of art (including cabinet paintings) and antiquities.
Anatomical teaching model of a pregnant woman, around 1680. Source link here.
Chinese Medicine Dolls. Medicine dolls were used by doctors in ancient China. They were not allowed to touch their modest female patients. The women were given a pointer stick and they showed the doctor where they were hurt by pointing at the medicine doll. Then the doctor would prescribe the correct herbs or medicine to cure her ailment
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Bioephemera
Anatomical teaching model of a pregnant woman, around 1680. Source link here.
Chinese Medicine Dolls. Medicine dolls were used by doctors in ancient China. They were not allowed to touch their modest female patients. The women were given a pointer stick and they showed the doctor where they were hurt by pointing at the medicine doll. Then the doctor would prescribe the correct herbs or medicine to cure her ailment
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Bioephemera
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Poetry Response, Assignment Guidelines
ASSIGNMENT:
Construct two, three-dimensional forms that visually communicate your perception of the design elements and principles coherent in the written word. The primary material for both forms is paper. See below for a complete list of materials. Use non-representational imagery. Allow elements and principles to serve as visual metaphors. No symbols or cliches.
OBJECTIVE:
Provide an opportunity for students to apply their knowledge of design elements and principles in accordance with their own personal perception.
MATERIALS:
Paper, ink (and/or paint, colored pencil, pastel), exacto, scissors, cut matt. Optional, needle and thread, gesso, gel medium. Paper type limited to white copy, white Rives paper (came in your kit) and/or tracing paper (available in the classroom).
Step 1:
Read the poems listed below. Poets are students of Professor Liz Robbins.
Step 2:
Select three poems. Number one being your first choice. I will post a sign up sheet in class. Sign up for your first choice. First come, first serve basis.
Step 3:
Brainstorm session with your poem group. Specific exercises have been developed to assist you with this process. Details announced in class. Come prepared with a pencil, a sketchbook and an open mind.
Step 4:
Begin construction of your idea.
What to put on your blog:
1. In process pictures.
2. Professional images of the final solution. At least 3, include a detail shot.
3. Artist Statement.
There are six poems to choose from. an even number of students will be working with each poem. If your first choice is not available, be prepared to sign up for your second choice. Sign up sheets in our classroom (posted over the fire extinguisher, near closet door).
Construct two, three-dimensional forms that visually communicate your perception of the design elements and principles coherent in the written word. The primary material for both forms is paper. See below for a complete list of materials. Use non-representational imagery. Allow elements and principles to serve as visual metaphors. No symbols or cliches.
OBJECTIVE:
Provide an opportunity for students to apply their knowledge of design elements and principles in accordance with their own personal perception.
MATERIALS:
Paper, ink (and/or paint, colored pencil, pastel), exacto, scissors, cut matt. Optional, needle and thread, gesso, gel medium. Paper type limited to white copy, white Rives paper (came in your kit) and/or tracing paper (available in the classroom).
Step 1:
Read the poems listed below. Poets are students of Professor Liz Robbins.
Step 2:
Select three poems. Number one being your first choice. I will post a sign up sheet in class. Sign up for your first choice. First come, first serve basis.
Step 3:
Brainstorm session with your poem group. Specific exercises have been developed to assist you with this process. Details announced in class. Come prepared with a pencil, a sketchbook and an open mind.
Step 4:
Begin construction of your idea.
What to put on your blog:
1. In process pictures.
2. Professional images of the final solution. At least 3, include a detail shot.
3. Artist Statement.
There are six poems to choose from. an even number of students will be working with each poem. If your first choice is not available, be prepared to sign up for your second choice. Sign up sheets in our classroom (posted over the fire extinguisher, near closet door).
Gold Rush by Laney Burrell
Smog veils the city where
stars flower out of concrete
and dreamers come broken,
twirling, and starved
I feel unhinged, separate
from everything but you
We are homesteaders in
a golden state
The mountains, to me,
are a quartz bowl
That fills with tears and
we are underwater — unhoundable
Waltzing with woodwinds,
I try to recreate
this thicket we found
filled with thorns
Korea in Ruins by
MJ Jeremiah
I’m only fourteen years old. Japan
took over quickly. We moved to a new place. New language. New scenery. New
government. New Mom. There was no time to mourn my last one. I am a child.
There were other children too, younger than I. Parents aren’t always perfect.
They were supposed to protect me. They were supposed to feed me. They were
supposed to care. They were supposed to love me. Not make me become a physical
shield for my younger siblings so she could not beat them. Not make me become a
mom to my younger siblings so they would have one. Not make me currency. Not
make me run. I ran so many times I lost count. The pavement recognized the
pounding of my feet. I tried so hard. But I could not save them. I could not
protect them from her. I’m sorry. I ran for the last time to my last hope for
comfort. Seeking out a home. Deception masked my fate until the darkness came.
A man came into my room. He locked the door behind him. That night lasted for
thirty years. Some say I should run. But where would I run? Who would take me?
Is it better to sell my body to machines and toil, filled with hot sweaty
darkness and fume-filled smoke, than to sell my body to the hot sweaty darkness
of men? Is there a difference?
T. A P H R O D I T A by Seth McCormick
Pale half-moon partially
eclipsed by sand: fractured clam shell:
subtle curve
of marbled toe—I found her
thus forgotten:
an ancient goddess, her bones
sun-bleached and hidden
beneath sea glass and
sea weed
surrounded by
fossilized limbs of echinoderms
pared radially like rose petals.
I rebuilt her on my nightstand
stacked her ribs
one upon the other like a ladder
my eyes climb each night
in search of eternity.
Seafoam stream of ejaculate, stunted breath
eyelids half-closed with pleasure: I worship her
and she comes
to me, illustrious, deathless
as a poem
for a moment pale bone made pink
with flesh and blood.
A vision too quickly dissolved
flaccid in the dark. But limp
in my hand
it's all I have to cling to.
The Words by
Felicia Hunt
rotting in the back
of your throat growing in size and intensity
but not in strength.
You cannot clear your mind
of his hateful
presence.
The
way he sucks your soul from your body
and forces you to watch
as you dance for him with no control. His puppet.
The rotting words build up in your mouth
choking the life from you. Suffocating
because you cannot pus the decomposing tissue of
those words out. You want to scream
but you are a living corpse,
a human doll, his plaything.
His shadow looming over you
and casting you into a bleak pit so dark
you cannot see yourself.
He is a leach sucking the blood of life.
He is a flea hopping from victim to victim.
He is a virus infecting you
choking out the words.
R O M U L U S by Seth McCormick
I was not made for this world.
Too much the animal,
Too much the human for it.
Feral, like the pig. Hungry.
My hands, dirty from rooting at the ground
Searching for truffles, tremble.
But like the suckling human child: mouth
raw,
Sore from biting at mother crone’s empty
breast,
And bleeding now, it grows slack.
My aging head heavy
With antlers
Inching higher hangs low.
My eyes, strained from staring skyward
In search of god, exhausted, close.
Gatsby, Again by Laney Burrell
My courtyards are teeming with
violent flocks
They use my sugar and leaves,
but not for tea
And someone’s crashed
my yellow car
Ah, but surely they’ve all come to see
Trimalchio
|
separates me
What’s beyond
those dark letters?
I don’t remember
I never leave the hills
because before
I reach the green light,
it turns red.