Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Crazy models, man...

I do believe that in the animal kingdom, this is referred to as "presenting"...


In the former edition of this image, I was a little unsure about the noisy pattern on the corner of the table behind the figure. So I smoothed it away right after taking its picture. I still don't know which is better...somebody help me with composition and the conditional ( but not really, it seems) rules of art O-o

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Drawing Assignment week 1

This week I went to the library for some serious art researching, and it was pretty freaking intense. I borrowed 4 books on painting design and composition theory, and 1 book pertaining to the art of Michelangelo. Here are my notes on these books so far:











Although I'm far from knowing exactly what I want to draw for this massive self portrait, I feel very strongly about my view looking down at my feet...I'm also considering including a piano (although the symbolism/meaning won't be so black-and-white as "omg I <3 the piano") ...I don't know, maybe some aerial views of my family around my feet (positioned in an interesting way, because I'm aware of all these compositional elements now >_<) and...I really like drawing hands and feet, but I've yet to locate a meaning behind them.


So as I gather the elements I would naturally like to include within this piece, I will simultaneously be researching elements from classical compositions that...I don't know, may or may not have had some sort of cultural definition during the period they were utilized. This coming week (er...well...thanksgiving "break", I suppose....sigh...) will be spent sketching like crazy...

Monday, November 15, 2010

Response to a quote

"The point is, that every piece of art changes your whole perception of the rest of the world for the rest of your life. 
And it's not a joke! And if it doesn't, then it's not art, it's a commodity."


            I largely disagree with this quote and the language utilized therein, for in spite of the conditional fact that a piece of art may “change the whole perception of the rest of the world for the rest of the life” of a person, this doesn’t necessarily happen to every single person who views that particular piece.  Not only does this presumptuous statement assume that there is a constant definition for “art” within a society and that the perceptions of every being are exactly the same; it asserts that “commodity” and “art” reside in two separate spheres of existence. Speaking from my own perceptions and experiences, I have never witnessed a piece of art that has “changed my whole perception of the world” (although that is another highly subjective statement) – would this entail that “art” has yet to be created? I would like to see what the author considers to be a piece of art and, by extension, their definition of art itself.
            Just the other day, I looked at the Mona Lisa – a piece that is commonly accepted throughout our society as a work of art. I cannot say that my perception of the rest of the world was altered in the slightest; in fact, I’m not entirely sure what that would entail. Would that even be possible? Could the human psyche survive constant perceptive alteration when viewing a series of artworks? Is true art really that selective? …anyhow, because my “perception of the world” (although this largely lacks a specific definition) wasn’t altered (according to my own judgment), have I proven, based on this absurd logic, that the Mona Lisa is not art?
            In order to support this quote or bring it into any realm of understanding, there must be a working definition of what art is, which I also find to be a difficult – if not impossible – item to define. Personally, I define art by both the perception of the individual and the perception of the surrounding society; what they perceive to be art (based on my own perceptions; as much as a philosophical cop-out as that may be). From this viewpoint I also disagree with this quote, which suggests such qualifiers as “your perception of the world must be altered after viewing” if something is to be considered to be art. Because the perception of art is so thoroughly based on the individual – the emotional and aesthetic appealing to their own tastes based on their own interests and, by extrapolation, life experiences – I find it all the more obtuse for a person to assert such a boisterous position on the matter.  Is the classification of a work as a piece of art dependent on the individual’s personal preferences and sense of aesthetic, or on those of the society by which they are influenced, or both?
            Another opinionative presumption made by the quote is that if something is not classified as art, it must immediately be categorized as “commodity”: a statement whose language creates the illusion of saying a lot without actually having said anything meaningful. What is the definition of “commodity”, why is it assuming the role of being opposite to art (as expressed in the context of the statement), and why is it being portrayed negatively?! Is this person assuming that “art” and “uncommon” are synonymous? In terms of commodity and art, what of Jackson Pollock: his “Brillo Box” sculpture was indistinguishable from the form of an actual cardboard Brillo box. Essentially, a common item became art which society has accepted on the whole (although undoubtedly a certain level of their conviction that Pollock’s work was art stemmed from the relatively well-grounded acceptance that he was an artist); this butts heads with the author’s conviction that commodity cannot be art. Furthermore, within the art-producing community of any time period, the work of these artists will be stylistically and thematically similar to one another due to the standards and acceptances dictated by the surrounding society (“supply-and-demand” to offer a highly generalized explanation). Is this to say that if an artist’s work should be that which the society accepts, and therefore that which has become “the norm”, it becomes a commodity, and therefore cannot be art? Even if that explanation were to work in earlier generations where standards were more discriminatory, in this modern society it is generally accepted that most anything could be accepted as art (again, Pollock’s box sculpture). If anything could be art and if everything is common, does art even exist anymore (based on the author’s statement)? 

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Perspective :)

I don't get why people don't like perspective - it lets me sit in my grandmother's house and listen to Schumann while she pesters me about anything and everything and cooks me wonderful food.


(This is the second piece, for which I decided to place myself under the piano. THAT WAS NOT A GOOD IDEA, my brain can't handle all those mechanisms and angles..).

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Art classes drove me to steal and deface a book...

For this project we took 25 (or more) pages from a book, created an image from observation on each, taped them together, drew a figure from observation overtop, and then taped off the negative space with masking tape. The process was then repeated, only with fewer pages.


Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Persona


Persona...a most peculiar film whose message the audience flounders to grasp, directed in an artful, meticulous manner, far surpassing the borderline between a mindless studio production and a well-composed piece of visual art. Screenshots can be taken at any interval, regardless of the pertinence of the scene, to observe the ceaselessly wide array of  tonal values and strong compositional components that are tediously controlled throughout the film. In accordance with its visually artistic aspects, the director utilizes the time that is expressed through the filming process itself in a highly visual manner, emphasizing certain moments while blending over others. At one point, the camera trains itself on Elisabeth for a painful few, long minutes, during which time she blankly returns the stare, unblinking, as the room goes dark around her. In another instance, Alma delivers a lengthy dialogue to Elisabeth, exposing her extensive knowledge of the girl without her having spoken a word. The camera focuses and periodically zooms in on Elisabeth's face; the dialogue is then repeated, this time with the camera focused and zooming on Alma. These parallel scenes paired with the artistic mechanisms of the film's direction signify the blurring of the lines between the characterization of Alma and Elisabeth.

Another curious motif pertinent throughout the film (particularly in periods of mounting tension) is the insertion of an alien image to break the flow of the film for the slightest brevity. Within the opening and closing sequences, images of Vietnamese priests who burned in protest of  the war, an erect penis, a crucifixion, the bleeding of a lamb, and, shown at the longest interval, a young emaciated boy in a hospital room filled with unmoving elderly patients (from which I drew an allusion to WWII, regardless of whether or not that was intended). All of these subliminal images who exist in space for only a fraction of a second - hardly long enough for the audience to understand them; so brief that we wonder if they were ever there - ellicit a strong emotional response for the viewer (largely horror: the images are largely of bodily mutilation or societally inn]appropriate subjects). This response and, therefore, the inclusion of these images, allude to the emotional state or thought processes of the subject (Elisabet) who is searching for meaning behind life,or simply "to be", in light of all these catastrophic events surrounding her. It speaks to the fragility of the human psyche; to an interpretation of the bare core of the artist, who creates illusions to hide the destructive nature of humanity and life itself in order to live.

In spite of its outward simplicity - a seemingly undeveloped plotline with minimal dialogue, surprisingly few characters and simplistic sets - Persona explores the human condition in incredible detail through the characterizations of Elisabet and Alma. The audience observes a conversation between the two women, which is peculiar because only Alma speaks. They visualize the blurring between the two characters; the fright inflicted by the one soul inhabiting the body of the other and vice versa. I found it to be not only an expression of a person searching "to be", but also an investigation of the alarming amount of power a person can hold over another in a mutually loving relationship, or if one person so thoroughly understands another as Alma and Elisabeth understand each other. If the lines are blurred between the characters - if Alma can become Elisabeth - then both would experience a sufficiently crippling loss of personal identity. All of these layers together - the complexity of the characters and the difficulty in grasping its underlying psychological/philosophical theme coupled with a highly artistic quality of film and direction - make this a highly successful, thoughtfully-executed film that has withstood the test of time (and that I anticipate will continue to do so).