Friday, September 5, 2014

The Accidental Masterpiece: An Introduction

I remember having this book in my possession during my sophomore year- Luke had assigned it to me, but I basically blew it off after reading the first page or so. It looked and sounded like it was going to be redundant and just plain boring. Wow, how could I have been more wrong.

I liked what Luke said to me today: sometimes books come along when you're ready for them. 

When I read the introduction this time around, I was intrigued and fascinated by Kimmelman's innate ability to describe the indescribable. The words just roll off his mind like any other thought- it seemed almost effortless. The fact that I also now have a richer library than I did in my freshman, sophomore and junior year was also beneficial while reading the passage because I finally knew who these artists were! I know who Pierre Bonnard, Edgar Degas, Toulouse-Lautrec, and Antoine de Saint-Exupery are. To have this type of knowledge is irreplaceable because without it, these names are empty and devoid of meaning. 

One quote from the passage that really struck me was how he approached art: 

"I hope to approach the art of seeing here in the spirit of an amateur. I mean amateur in the original sense of the word, as a lover, someone who does something for the love of it, whole heartedly. The best amateur has the skills of a professional but true professionals stay amateurs at heart, keeping a lid on the cynicism and irony that can pass for sophistication in some circles."

This was simply amazing and groundbreaking for me. I loved it so much I wrote it down in my sketch book. It resonated with me because it's something that I want to stand for. Last year during grading time, Luke had us create our own advice. Mine goes as follow:

  • Whenever someone asks me why I'm doing something that seems outlandish or unordinary, the only answer I can give them is "Why not?" 
  • Allow yourself to experience all that there is and to soak up all the opportunities that come your way. Who the hell are you to say that you are too good to do something? However, you must be wise in what you choose to indulge in because while you say yes to one possibility, you also say no to another, and vice versa.

  • I believe that it is truly possible to work in any medium regardless of its quality. Yes, it might piss you off that its not turning out the way that you desire, but who knows- happy accidents may occur. Do not let the physical properties of something put limits on your imagination.
  • Most importantly, keep your ego in check. With pride comes a big ego, and with a big ego comes a breeding ground for douchebaggery. And no one likes a douchebag.
In one way or another, our advice to others is quite similar- create and love art for the sake of passion and existence. Let your ego get in the way and you will become a sell-out of an artist.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Rusty

Woo!

Well it certainly has been quite a while since I've posted on here.
This past summer has been quite good to me- I traveled a bunch and was even presented with the amazing opportunity to intern at an actual fashion label as a fashion photographer.

Anywho, this marks the start of my senior year. It's so weird to think that I met one of my best friends in STAC when I was a freshman and she was a senior- now fast forward three years, I'm in her shoes.

The colleges I'm looking into currently include SAIC, CalArts, Purchase, Pratt and Carnegie Mellon. I'm still undecided as to what I want to major in, but I'm leaning towards something like Theatrical Design. I was originally thinking about Communication Design, but I realized that I don't want to be sitting in front of a computer screen for 8 hours a day. I need human interaction and I need people.

This is going to be an extremely crowded and busy semester for me, and I'm going to be honest- it's going to be miserable and brutal. College apps will take over my life and creating an art school portfolio will snap me in half. I also have my PiG class first semester on top of 3 rigorous AP classes and more. I'll really have no time for fun or fooling around- I'll have to lock down. Guh.

Michelle out.


Friday, May 23, 2014

Captain Celery

Since I've kind of blown off every project Luke has tried to assign me, he tacked me to work with Austin on his comic/coloring book.
 
I'm fully aware that I've been slacking lately, and I take full responsibility of it. There's just something about the end of the school year that makes my motivation go straight out the window. I want a fresh breath of air and I want to get out of this boring environment already! It's sapping away all my life energy! 

Anyway, I'm the art director on Austin's project, Captain Celery. I'm still not sure on the plot of this whole story since Austin is all over the place, but that's quite alright. I came up with a working sketch for the front cover: 


And a working sketch for the back cover:


I do know that there's something that goes in between foods that are healthy and foods that are crap. 

I'm glad that I'm cruising with this project since I really haven't had much on my plate yet this quarter. Sigh. I need to step it up.

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Lobby Greeter at MoMA!

I am excited to say that I am now officially a volunteer at the Museum of Modern Art! Insert fan fare.

Yesterday was volunteer orientation and I was surprised to notice that I was the youngest person in the room by at least 10 years or so! In the mix included worldly seeming college professors and working artists looking to commit some of their time to a great museum. Is it weird to say that it felt kind of cool being the only quote on quote, kid, in the room? Something about it is sort of validating, I suppose.

Anyway, we just went over the basic things- customer service, dress codes, mission statements, etc.

Yadda yadda yadda.

And holy crap- the benefits of being a volunteer at MoMA is wonderful! I'm as happy as a clam.

The position that I'm taking is the Lobby Greeter. I am thrilled to begin volunteering and contributing to such a wonderfully rich and historical monument in NYC. I am also very interested in the kinds of networks that I will form as a result of working at the MoMA. Hopefully all of this will come into fruition of some sort, be it personal fulfillment or work opportunities.

I am also going to applying to MoMA PS1's summer Warm Up concert festival as a volunteer! Warm Up takes place every year outdoors and is well, a concert festival. As if that wasn't clear enough. It's open every Saturday throughout the summer and it should be great fun.

Speaking of opportunities, I finally heard back from the art program I applied to earlier this year- Marie Walsh Sharpe Art Foundation. I received an e-mail and I was wait listed for admission! My feathers were ruffled for make a couple of minutes but then I shrugged it off. Whether or not I get it, I'll have a blast doing other things with my time (like volunteering at the MoMA). Of course I hope that I get in, but my world is not going to fall apart if I don't.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

I guess this is my blog post about making a film.

I have my qualms about writing films on my own because it's a pretty revealing medium and frankly, I'm afraid and nervous. And I don't particularly like writing films-- I'm much more interested in shooting them. But anyway, I dodged that bullet in order to do what I have to do, which is to produce a film- that's why I teamed up with Sarah Robinson.

We're in the middle of putting together a plot for a film centered around a person who turns into a werewolf during a full moon and needs adult supervision.

I had originally wanted to do a more serious script but I don't believe that I'm ready to tackle it quite yet. It's a bit too complex for my limited knowledge of creating films and I think my reluctance to take the time to flush out a script is also preventing me from leaping forward. I know we always emphasize bold optimism, but I'm a bit scared to be quite honest. I am a very open person but there are some thought processes that I keep rather hidden from the naked eye and I'm hesitant to bring that out into film format. It feels more comfortable to bring out that hidden knowledge in the form of paintings for me, but then again, maybe I'm just making excuses to not create a solo film.

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

The Illusionist

I have no idea what overcame me today while I watched this movie today during STAC.

It's one of those things that you can't really talk about because there's just so much to talk about.
For one, the animation itself had me on the brink of tears. I would feel a ripple of astonishment and wonder every ten minutes due to the shear amount of beauty the film had. It humbles me to think about the amount of work it took to animate The Illusionist. The director, Sylvain Chomet, also directed another film we watched in STAC called The Triplets of Belleville. That one was much more lighthearted than The Illusionist, but I did find many similarities. Both films had nearly identical color palettes, both flip flop in between the need for technology and its complications, and both are visually stunning. 

Today's film was so damn beautiful and so damn depressing and so damn unfulfilling all at once. The pauper-esque girl that ran off with the magician started out as such a charming and curious character but by the end of the film, I despised her for what she had done. The man who saved her from a life of work and dullness was repaid in ignorance and selfishness. I never once got the feeling that there was romance between the girl and the magician. It was always more like a father who wanted the best for his daughter. Even during times when money was tight, a smile on a daughter's face was enough.



Witnessing the evolution of both the magician and the girl's character throughout the film was devastating to my psyche. I think that is what caused me to want to sob uncontrollably after the film had ended. Just typing about it is making my eyes misty. The tremendously complex relationship between the two along with how the animation was executed just did it for me. The irony that was in the last couple of scenes hit me so hard because it exemplifies the idea that awareness is not an endless reservoir. The release of the rabbit and the endless vicious cycle of being pushed down but having the courage to get back up again is completely shot with the note that the magician left Alice near the end: 


"Magicians do not exist."


This film broke me in the best way possible. 
I want to watch this film over and over and over again and just let my spirit shatter into beautifully tragic pieces. 

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Puppets and Improv

We did an improv activity with the puppets and this is all that I can say about it:

Puppets are freakin' weird, man.

It's fascinating the things that puppets can get away with- assaulting people, checking their boobs out, murder- you name it. There's this strange cognitive dissonance that surrounds puppets and it's really creepy! We did a series of trading puppets and puppeteer/victim responsibilities. My fairly innocent puppet turned out to be a real pervert when people played with it which is extremely amusing.

One puppet that I felt particularly assaulted by was Frank's puppet, which was controlled by Sabrina in my case. Wow, that was a weird sentence....puppet assault. Alrighty then! Frank's puppet reminded me of a medieval elf wizard high on crack, since it was snarling and it's eyes were terribly bloodshot. Sabrina also gave the puppet this demonic voice that was really offsetting.

Overall, sitting as a victim being leered at by a puppet is a very uncomfortable feeling. I'm not quite sure what it is because I mean, they're made of paper mache! They're not real human beings! Perhaps it's the dead expressions and the fact that they're dolls that make puppets really creepy and unappealing to be around alone.