If you still do not know who Kiki Smith is or what some of her work looks like...get familiar. She is amazing and needs to be known by everyone who knows me.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
A Picture A Day
Here are fourteen pictures from the last quarter of my sophomore year. Olivia Latinovich and I had a computer arts class together at 8 AM and decided to make the best of it with ridiculous pictures and McDonald's coffee every morning. Surprisingly, this class was packed with a lot of adventure! We even had a lock down (see following picture) one day because of a shooter with a machine GUN who was downtown- we decided to record our biographies on the computers we were at all day- I wish I had saved it... Anyways, I miss these days. May they come sooner rather than later!
Monday, May 28, 2012
Every Riven Thing: Gesticulations
Every Riven Thing: Gesticulation I
Every Riven Thing: Gesticulation II
Every Riven Thing: Gesticulation III
Every Riven Thing: Gesticulation IV
Every Riven Thing: Gesticulation V
Some more prints!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
More Prints!
Observations Around the Dinner Table
Out and Into Which
Up and Followed
Some studies and process pieces... one more class to work and then critiques all around!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Science Science Science
Creatured Nature I
Creatured Nature II
Creatured Nature III
here are some etchings that I did last week. more to come.
Monday, May 14, 2012
The Man Watching
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can't bear without a friend,
I can't love without a sister.
The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.
What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights with us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.
When we win it's with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestlers' sinews
grew lone like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.
Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can't bear without a friend,
I can't love without a sister.
The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.
What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights with us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.
When we win it's with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestlers' sinews
grew lone like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.
Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.
-Rainer Maria Rilke
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