The human composition to our dot project proved to be a big challenge to my group. We had some troubles getting ready because of the difference of opinions in our group. Our first go with the project was a production piece, where we used our bodies to paint the dots on paper. It, sadly, didn't go the way we had planned.

After class, we decided to have at it one last time, even though it was Valentine's day and all. After a slow start, we went a head with one of our first ideas. To contribute, I ran off to Wal-mart to get two new umbrella's and by participating as a model.

After everything was in order, the picture process went by smoothly. So smoothly in fact, it only took us an hour and half just to shoot the photos.

In the end, I think I learned a great deal about my group and how to work with them. We may still need a bit of work, but it's a process. In the end, I think we did pretty good, and I hope next time, we'll be able to get through the project at a much faster rate.

Modular Madness: Day 1

I got to cutting my noodles for my project. I have 28 of them, and I'm to cut them into 1 inch sections, about 47 pieces to a noodle.

It's going to take me a while to measure, tape, and saw all of these to look nice a perfect.

One of my group members acquired a new hat that day. Hee hee.

Photos: Line in Nature

Photos:

Line Story: Darkened Fear

Darkened Fear

The darkness invaded without a sound.  A slow and creeping shadow of fear.  It did not come suddenly, and maybe that would have made the fear less profound.  It built upon itself.  Made itself.  Brought together by nothingness, from nothingness.  The night was living.  It hung out just beyond the doors.  Creeping close to the light that cut it open. 

It did not bleed.

Things grew from the shadows.  Living nightmares born from nightmares.   It shaped into being just beyond vision.  Teasing, tormenting.  Swirling around me as it choked the very voice from within my throat. 

The night cages the living.

I was trapped within the light by my fear.  I fear every night, for as long as my memory.  For, within the shadows of night, my imagination soared.  My imagination gives power to the night.  Gave it a weapon to use.

As a child, I would build an army against the night. The Bear Army, I had called them, and blankets were my fortress and my bunker.  I built a Wall of China around me, and I posted tiny bears just inside it.  They looked out for me.

I tried to seek my imagination upon itself.

The fear of the dark never seceded, and it never stopped being tormenting.  It was living and wasn’t ready to die just yet.

“You’re too old to be scared of the dark,” my mother would scold me so. “It just your imagination, sweetie, so go to bed.”

She did not understand.  The night held no power on her.  The things in the dark did not manifest just outside of vision, as it did for me.  She did not wonder what swirled in the darkened windows.  Did not fear the darkness that peeked from under her door or hid under her bed.

My imagination danced wild within the dark.

I would stay up late into the night from fear.  My lights on and my mind busy.  I passed time with books and games.  I would glance at the dark from time to time, and when sleep would be too desperate to be ignored, I’ll shin a hall light upon my bed.  My sword against the night.  It would protect me when my eyes were closed.

“It is not so silly that humans do fear the night,” my psychology professor once said, “This is because it is not uncommon that horrible things take life under the shadows.  It has been so for so long. It is nature.”

The night made people vulnerable with the unknown.  Bad things happened then.  The night concealed it.  It made bad things more powerful.  It made bad people feel invincible. People start to anticipate, grow anxious, and fear blooms.

Found Object: The Finaly

The following photos were taken by Geoffrey Rascher. :-)

For my presentation, I was to army crawl across the Blue Tape Stage and say something witty about peanuts. I found that I couldn't crawl quite well due to the peanut's shape was digging into my back. I was forced to scoot on my belly, and the witty remark was so completely dumb.

I had failed to see what others saw in the presentation.  I didn't realize how creepy I looked. I just kept thinking, "Oh crap, I'm frogging it across the ground." (Frogging it meaning I look like a frog in a pond) Rippit.

I should have dressed up a bit for the presentation. I was dirty tired and makeup-less (Yicks!)

"See? It comes with an actual peanut inside, and I had to build it inside by putting the two halves in, then gluing the two together..."  Um, yeah... Need to think before I speak. :-\

 No matter how creepy this looks, I just felt like a frog with a bad cough.


Some things that I would change.
>>> I would ideally like more sleep before presentations. This way my mind is on straight and my explanations make more sense.
>>> Seeing pictures helps me to determine what the presentation looks like from an outsiders perspective, so I would like to take pictures of my self next time to help determine what need to be change in future presentations.

Photography: White Space

Photography: Rhythm and Repetition

Photography: Dots