'Misconstrued'

My inspiration for works to come...

I like Photobooth too much.

paintings x2

apron |ˈāprən|

noun

a protective or decorative garment worn over the front of one's clothes, either from chest or waist level, and tied at the back.

These are two aprons made for two separate classes (one being for a design class and the other for a sculpture class). I went into both projects not expecting that I'd come to similar conclusions.

The top piece is an apron made of pin-up magazine covers. I wanted to embrace femininity in this piece instead of denying it. I think too often women are quick to say they reject the objectification that has been placed on them, and in turn, they change form completely. The standard of attractiveness has stayed fairly consistent and is undoubtedly here to stay. I don't think that it is something to resent or avoid, but instead something to accept. No one can deny their insecurities which have only been fueled by the culture to which we belong; it is up to the individual to identify with the culture in which she is placed and find beauty in herself among the 'standards'. Essentially, one must recognize the societal view of beauty to be able to separate herself from the pack and find individual purpose. The apron for me does not support a stereotype, but instead symbolizes my acceptance of cultural influences and gender roles as shapers of my character.

That being said, the apron above is essentially useless to the world at large, which is where I've been having trouble with art and my ideas as a whole. Although the paper apron is something that I have a personal connection with, I don't think that it is something that has or can have much influence on anyone else but myself. I created a second apron based solely on purpose, which is something that I needed to do to help me see the potential my ideas can have in both art and design.

paint.

'Repetition and Multiplicity'

in actuality the largest one^ (42" x 24"), the rest being no larger than about 18" in any dimension

Master Copy.

Master Copy.

Nude Study.

Nude Study.

The World Flooded in My Lap and I Knew It Would.

""""

The acid in my stomach is rising

and I can for once feel the physical toll

of my anxiety.

The things I can't help

or can't hide from

are the invisible hands pushing my back,

and I can finally see this.

I try to hold myself up with pure force.

The equilibrium that I have during all of this makes me

smile because it was supposed to be this way all along.

When I stand outside of my mind

and see the world unfold,

the water from the earth drops,

leaving the core to float along in space

bare and tiny, the way we'd never expect to see it.

The earth's water pours onto me

like a forceful shower.

I'm still faced forward.

I'm unprepared

and on the ground.

I'm unsurprised by all of this.

The things I can't help

are many,

maybe even all.

""""

'This is an Interesting Hole I find myself in'

Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for.' -Douglas Adams

This is an installation/sculpture piece that was inspired by the above quote and the prompt titled, 'A Negative Self Portrait'. I created the pyramids to act as the structures and systems that form our being, and I arranged the yarn inside to represent myself and the puddle of which Douglas speaks. The yarn forms the sentence, "This is an interesting hole I find myself in", which starts from the puddle/ball of yarn/my identity. The yarn makes up the jumble that is the abstract representation of myself and also the language I use to express my current situation. The yarn, in a sense, resembles the pyramids in that it is made and manipulated by man, all the while being formed in a way so particular to myself. Ignore the black border and the paint splotches on the floor :)

Duplicity: I love you, I love you

My fascinations have brought me here,

Wide awake, with morning near.

I wonder still, "What's left to fear?"

Nothing tangible has made much clear.

A mere queer deer cries, "Persevere!"

Nonsensicality causes me to veer.