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Showing posts with label Human Body Required Student Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Human Body Required Student Work. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 6, 2020
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Key Russell, Student Work
Artist Statement
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 or 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.
Monday, May 1, 2017
Heather Snyder, Student Work
Internal Struggle
Artist Statement
In person, both parts of the mask are clearly visible, but through photography, I chose to focus on the aspect not seen by most people. In my day to day life, people often see me as upbeat, friendly and put together. I am always told that if any one can do it, that I can. Yet most people fail to see the struggles I face, just as they do. Instead of sharing and burdening them with my problems in addition to their own, I withhold and pull on my strength to help them through theirs. Its a choice I make daily, and for me the right one.
The black yarn mask that strangles the individual who wears it represents those suppressed feelings and thoughts that fail to be set free. When withheld for too long, they begin to suffocate and wear the person raw. Often, we try and hide from these feelings, turn our backs to the world and reflect on ourselves.
The bear represents the view the world receives. The mask purposely is looking up and is placed on the back of the head, as the individual appears to be positive and happy, but in reality, their head and heart ache.
In the photography aspect, I had my model convey what they thought frustration, fear, and defeat would looked like to them in action form. From those shots, I selected the best and placed them within a series, demonstrating the process as one goes through their withheld thoughts. Then reveling the final result- the confusion and overwhelming feelings that can come within the public space without warning. Within the image is the symbol of spilled ink, which stands for missed chances- opportunities that can easily be missed while stuck in your head, overwhelmed by everything that should have been said.
In Process Photos:
Hot glue was used to make a flexible mask that would fit over the head.
Yarn was incorporated into the glue.
Tracing paper, gel medium, wire.
Research:
Painted Bride
Silvie Heger, artist, Germany
Miranda July, artist, USA
Megan Lennon, Student Work
Bitch, I am the Pope
For some, religion can be a toxin; a venomous substance that is involuntarily injected into us at a young age. Who’s to say that a woman can’t be pope? Are we fools to allow religion to run our lives? The answer is for you to decide. All I know is, “Ain’t nobody prayin’ for me” (Kendrick Lamar).
Sunday, January 10, 2016
Caroline Rivera, Student Work
My body sculpture was inspired by Yoko Ono's Cut Piece, in which spectators are
invited to snip off her clothing. In my performance piece, spectators were
giving me something, rather than taking away. I designed and constructed a
dress from canvas and painted with black paint. A tool dipped in bleach left
marks on the dress. After each spectator made a mark on the dress, I responded
with a paper flower containing to positive messages in two languages, Spanish
and English. The dress then served as a memory of a time and place. After everyone
left their mark, the dress was lit with black lights in a ceremonial manner to
signify the ending of the ritual.
Erica Lewis, Student Work
I chose to create something that enhanced my ability to create noise. They are called
stick fingers. Each separate finger was created with masking tape, a base, and
an object at the tip. Each tip of all 10 fingers had a different object so that when
they came in contact with another object, they made different noises.
stick fingers. Each separate finger was created with masking tape, a base, and
an object at the tip. Each tip of all 10 fingers had a different object so that when
they came in contact with another object, they made different noises.
Nicki Smith, Student Work
Artist Statement:
I used a delicate sheer fabric to conceal my body. My personal goal for this was to have an ambiguous figure roaming around. The "happening" occurs when the fabric billows around me. Water soaking the fabric, the sand getting on the fabric and the fabric dragging through the sand making marks is also part of the happening. The video has an overall sense of eeriness. I slowed down the film to .4x the speed and put an appropriate filter on top. I feel the color genuinely helps with the ambiguity of the piece. The underlying meaning for this piece collectively was to suggest a sense of knowing that left the viewer confused yet wondering.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Rebekah Richardson, Student Work, Poetry Garment
Poetry Garment
Materials: Paper, masking tape, spray paint
Two Coffins by Against Me!
Two coffins for sleep
One for you, one for me
We’ll get there eventually
In the dark of our graves our bodies will decay
I wish you’d never change
How lucky I ever was to see
The way that you smiled at me
Your little moon face shining bright at me
One day soon there’ll be nothing left of you and me
Two coffins for sleep
Two coffins for sleep
All the things I have yet to lose will someday be gone too
Back into annihilation
All things will fade, maybe it’s better off that way
I wish you’d stay with me
One for you, one for me
We’ll get there eventually
In the dark of our graves our bodies will decay
I wish you’d never change
How lucky I ever was to see
The way that you smiled at me
Your little moon face shining bright at me
One day soon there’ll be nothing left of you and me
Two coffins for sleep
Two coffins for sleep
All the things I have yet to lose will someday be gone too
Back into annihilation
All things will fade, maybe it’s better off that way
I wish you’d stay with me
Statement:
I imagined a dark looming figure and felt a sense of morbidity and death. My inspiration for the arms of the garment are based on the “coffin”. In coffins, your body is restricted. The arms I constructed restrict yourself from doing anything with them. The shape and texture of the arms add to the looming feel of the song, by extending further passed the hands and twisting at the ends as if they are wilting away like flowers. I gave the bodice a crumpled texture to resemble the idea of decay. The skirt is constructed of crumpled strips of paper attached to a tape “belt”. I did this to mimic the same idea that the arms are wilting away. I wrapped the strips around my legs to represent death consuming me.
I left my face clean of any paper because it is the most living part of me. My body begins to decay from top to bottom, taken from the song: “All things will fade, maybe it’s better off that way”.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Conrad Kane, Student Work
Twisted paper wrapped around human body.
Poetry Garment Assignment
Poetry Garment Assignment
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.
Monday, October 13, 2014
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