Always wanted to....

Ever since I started handling clay, or any other three dimensional material, I've always wanted to try and make a "hand puppet" creature. What I mean to say is hands pulling together to make this creature. The body would be the "arm" that the "hands" (limbs or other characteristics) emerge out of.
I thought of this idea when I was in a puppeteering group for a little bit and we were doing an exercise on making faces with our hands like the seen in Labyrinth.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQUeK7nYxBQ

Ok... so here is the plan

So for my project I set out to make a scepter. This scepter idea came from all the anime shows I had watched when I was a kid. The heroines in these shows had wands or scepters of power that were the physical representations of the power of love, friendship and protecting those you care about (as well as other "ideals" of that nature). When I was a child I was naive and romanticized about these notions to the point that I had certain expectations of how things like love or friendship should be like. I also considered myself, at the time, religious and felt that I was on a sure path that I would likely stay on for the rest of my life.
However, as we grow some of us tend to figure out the hard way of what people have labeled "real life" and how it can sometimes take people down a peg or two.
I was thinking that I would place my finished scepter somewhere in a lit room (have not decided where yet). As one will look at the scepter (which will be standing on a small platform) they will hopefully see that strings are attached to it which drape down to that floor and leaded off into a darker room.
In this place one will see a dark figure with an open box. There are strings that are attached to the contents of the box (which in my mind are taking the form of sealed/rolled pieces of paper) and are all tied off on the figure's chest.
One by one the figure will cut the strings, open the paper, read and either throw it away or cross something out/make changes before tying the paper back on to the strings. There will be moments when the figure will want to cut the string leading to the scepter but stops herself... knowing that she will have to look at those feelings/ideals that she once treasured and believed in to either throw away or rewrite them. So the figure leaves that until the end.

That's where I am so far... I still need to think up a good way to "end" this narrative and pull this project fully together.

Proposal Stuff

I would like to work on a project that required me to uses these mediums or processes. I have never really done anything in a large scale before, so I would like to challenge myself in that respect as well. I’m still not sure whether I should just do an object or something that has the potential to become an installation or collection.

Fabric

Yarn

Found Objects

Body Casting

Clay

Corner Insallation: Red

At Home Insallation: Portrait of Marissa Garwood

This was built out of only items owned by my friend and ex-roommate that were also the color purple. It was installed in her closet on one of it's shelves.

Thoughts

I have been thinking quite a bit on what I should do for the out of class installation still life project. I was thinking that a toilet installation would be interesting... whether it be inside the bowl itself or in a stall I do not know.
However, that idea does not feel like flows well with me for some reason... so I'm still going over more ideas.
I want to activate a place that people normally take for granted or ignore entirely with bits and pieces of sewing craft stuff. I would also like it to mean something... which is probably why the toilet idea is not fitting very nicely.

About the BS project... I feel that 1) We (the sculpture class) should all be involved in the project 2) I like the idea of doing a flash mob sort of thing or an interactive piece where we involve others outside the class to make them apart of the experience. 3) The idea of doing whatever it is on a bus is intriguing.

Flash Mobs

The only problem with my idea in the last post was the fact that I'm not very good with computers and or video medias. I think I would need the help of some other people, besides those who I will be video taping, to get a nice finished product.
Another idea I had for this project would be maybe doing a flash mob of some sort... maybe even involving all the whole class. Maybe not singing and or dancing like this link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EYAUazLI9k

But this link looks is more like the kind of flash mob that would be fun to do as well as make people do double takes. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MBBr-a2KnM

Another ANOTHER... idea I had was doing something in an elevator. Like reciting something... or playing cards on a little foldout table.Sorta like this... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vsdtCuXS_I&feature=related

Yes, I have missed quite a few posts... : (

I have never kept a journal let alone an online one. It does seem a bit easier to keep a sketchbook off line rather then on line. Then again I never was really good at that either, at least not recently.

Here are few things I missed while regretfully and stupidly forgetful about a class and its assignments. (which I promised myself I wouldn't this year... *shakes head* shame on me)

1) One of my Whiteread ideas was trying to do the inside of a bus. She would have to do some work to get rid of all the undercuts that the bus will have and most likely have to pour it from the top in order to make it work. Then I was thinking she should put it on wheals.

2)Another Whiteread idea I had was doing a mold of a lava lamp... and instead of leaving it white, mix in some groovy colors. Not sure if that would take away from the piece or not, but I love colors and hate white. I tried to ad some color too the bear mold I did which added a little to the disturbing factor of the piece.

3)This was the pic of the installation that I accidentally sent to Nick. (my professor) *waves hand at Nick who is reading this*
I actually didn't realize that we were strictly having to post these on our blogs. This means that I'm seriously behind. *smacks head* Hopefully I can some how remedy that as well.

4) Seeing as a was sick on Tuesday, I'm hoping that I have not missed too much on what went on in Sculpture Class. My goal was to not miss a day of class and I ended up breaking it for half a day... sorta. (Had to get better to take my lab Mid-term... which I think I did horrid on).
Anywho, to get back on topic, this Bullshit/Narative assignment got me about my sister and how she is going to WSU to become a history Teacher. She works at the Children's Center as a volunteer. I think that a nice narrative would be the different angles of story time. There could be cameras (hidden or not necessarily noticed) focused on 1) the children as the reader sees them 2) the reader as the children sees him/her 3) the book that is being read 4) the reader and the children from an outsiders point of view and 5) the out-outsiders, who are either close by but are not listening to the story, or are not even in the same room or building doing different things. I'm sure that if one were to play all those windows at once in some sort of fashion, the viewer would start making connections through those different people with the help of the story.

Whiteread Space # 1

When I first saw Rachel Whiteread's pieces. I wounder what she would do we let her an art piece of the clock tower in Pullman...
Would she want to make a life size mold of the tower?? I would think that would be intriguing since I myself (and many others) have not actually seen said space. I posative of that space would in a way give us a glimpse of what was there but on the other still keep the inside of that space a mystery.

Space # 4

While in class one morning, I wounder if one space could actually be two different spaces. So I sat at my seat in the empty class room. I thought this is my "Space" then I go up and moved to the front of the class and looked out at all the empty seats.
It felt very different to be up there and just imagining all those faces staring back at me made me feel unconformable. Almost as if I was invading some place and getting too much unwanted attention. This was my Professor's "Space".
I then moved to the very back of the class. From here it made me feel like I was watching a movie or some sort of performance. Not just the performance of the Teacher, but also the students. This "space" felt like that of an observer.

Space # 3

I enter the doors to the sound of silent ticking and whispers. Students are in groups thought they do not seem to be parts of a group. The all stare at glowing panels with concentration or amusement.
I see a woman underneath a sign with the word "Reference" on it. She is also focused on her own glowing panel. I pass her with no greeting.
As I walk into this space I begin to feel as if I am getting lost. There are walls everywhere. Walls decorated with compressed papers in various ages, size and widths. As I walk thought this labyrinth like space I found that this space consisted of many levels and was actually quite large and with quite a few people.
However, as I walked deeper into this maze of walls, the illusion that I was alone in this place made me feel eery and also a little panicked.

Space # 2

When I entered this space a man at the doorway looked at my id and told me to take off my bag to make some room. The space was full of other people, some sitting in benches that faced each other on the side wall and other that sat forward towards the man looking out the big windows at the entrance.
I squeezed my way down the very narrow walkway as the smells of perfume, deodorant and other smells of the many people in this space co-mingled with each other. As we became as tight as we could, the man at the front closed the doors and the space began to move.
As we moved some would pull on a string that would 'ding' and cause the words "Stop Requested" to light up in red. At these time the man up front would soon stop and open the doors to let those people out. As people left, more would sometimes enter. This would either fill up the space, or empty it to the point where I could then sit in one of the benches.
Soon it became my turn to pull the string. When the man stopped the space, I thanked him before leaving the space to go out side.

Space # 1

The space is small and smells like a cologne that must have lingered from the last person to enter these moving doors. There are numbers, letters and other signs on the left hand that can be pressed.
I choose one and the "button" lights up causing the doors to close. I brace my self as the space begins to move. The numbers on the top start to rise... 2, 3, 4, 5.
Suddenly we stop, the doors open to the outside.
I quickly leave the small space to go on to my next destination.

Fire in the Sky

As we were driving to the Tri-Cities on Labor day, my sister and I witnessed this lovely display of clouds in the sky. We both thought that with the setting sun shining on them that it looked a lot like a wispy wild fire in the sky.

Another Sunset

I have more pics from this day that I had to take with my sister's camera. However, before mine died I was able to take two pictures of the sun set. It was the different colors that were expressed that made me want to take these pics. It's almost as if the cloud was a line separating the blue sky with the purple and orange light of the sun.

Evening Light from the Heavens

I love how the light played around with the clouds on this day. It almost produces an eerie sort of feeling, one that reminds me of the movie "War of the Worlds".
I can just imagine some sort of alien machine rising up from or out of the dark clouds searching for something with it's spot light.

Rainy Day

The sky was like a blanket over the city. However, unlike a blanket that keeps you warm at night, the clouds brought nothing but cold and rain during the day.

Clouds like Sand

When I took this picture my mind went strait to the markings made by snakes as they moved across desert sand.

While Looking For Clouds, I Instead Found a Kamono Dragon...

Ok, these are some more pics of clouds I took today. The first one was taken because I saw the cloud as a dancing sheep. ^ ^ So cute.
In the other pictures I tried to focus on bring out the clouds in the sky by incorporating the landscape into the shot. I have never taken any photography before, if anything I hated using a camera when I was younger. However, looking through the lens of a camera for these sketch book projects has made me come to understand why someone could get hooked into this sort of medium.

The last pic was something I found on my way to the bus. It made me laugh because I thought of it as a joke... but, apart of me (the one that is more gullible) wonders if it is true. I mean, those things are illegal to own right? Besides, I would want more of a reward then $150 if I found such a thing randomly in Pullman.

Clouds vs Stars

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdZyJagzWMk&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urImsKh4wNU

As accessories of the sky goes, Clouds are to days as Stars are to nights.

I remember when I was young, waking up in the middle of the night while camping. What I saw took my breath away. The dark blue sky was clear and littered with stars, I have never in my life seen as many as I did that night. Since that time, my favorite time of the day was in fact night.

Inception

By the end of the movie Inception I felt like my brain had gone on a strange sort of work out in order to try and rap my head around what was happening in the movie.
I have heard people think that the main character gets back to the real life and lives happily ever after because his totem wobbles at the end.
However I believe that he is still in that dream world.
If you notice that when he spins his top he walks away from it almost in a sence forgetting about it as he reunites with his kids... just like what his wife did to that same totem top. Even though the top wobbles, it is still spinning by the end of the last frame.
I guess, in a sense, I agree with my class mate who said that it was actually his wife's dream he was in. I mean it could be possible that some of his wife's dream is still in his dream and thus ended up being both two parts of a whole. However, I believe that he actually was able to let go of his wife and by doing so made his dream more real. Real enough to the point where he forgets about his totem.

Observation #'s 1- 6

* There was a guy sitting in the bus today that was dressed to look cool. He had his bleached hair in a fo-hawk, wearing a blue plaid sport's shirt and listening to his i-pod. However, I didn't notice until he was odd the bus that he what wearing a TMNT backpack. I couldn't help but smile the rest of the way to my bus-stop. Now that was really cool.

* I wondered one day, "How many times in one day do I look at my cellphone for the time?"
So, that day I counted and by the end of it all it was 31 times. Man, it's like cellphones are the new age pocket watch.

* Sometimes I wonder why they didn't go ahead and colorize the exposed piping in the CUB's ceiling. I would have giving the building and artistic twist.
Just imagine student walking and taking notice the side of a building most usually ignore.
If they did do that, I would have been one of those student who would have followed the pipes to see where the led.

* When I went to go see Inception I told my self that I would count ever one who was in my theater. It was very difficult, especially when you had people arriving late. What I counted ended up being 53 people. A lot more then my roommate predicted.
I wondered if that was the case because my professor asked his students to go see it.

* If you go into the Todd building where the Hospitality Teaching Center is located, you will see two movable coat hanging racks. I believe these racks have the potential to become musical instruments.
All one needs to do is run their hand over the metal hangers to create chimes with a bit more of a twang sound to them.

* Have you ever looked at your hand long enough for it to forget that it was your hand. I have a few times while drawing them. Its a very strange feeling to look at something that is a part of you and see it as something alien.
In those moments I feel diconected with my hands and I wonder if I really ever noticed them for what they really were at all.

~Clouds~

So these are some of my cloud pictures I took yesterday Aug 29th. I couldn't stop looking at the sky the entire day.

When I was looking up at the clouds, I noticed right away the ever changing light of the day and the ever changing form of a cloud was totally a unique experience every time I looked up.

The sight of clouds in the sky and water in a stream always calms me.