workshop/weekly blog

They would've been similar anyways so why not combine the two?

OK:

I'm really enjoying the seminars. I feel like I'm learning a lot of useful techniques that will help me in the future. I like how things make sense now. I always wondered why my pictures came out gray. And now I know why. I don't know if my dinky Sony has any sort of function to fix it but I'll look it up now that I know technical terms.

I liked talking about the effects of lighting and how it changes a photo's emotional value isn't something one usually thinks about when taking a photo. I'm happy that I can get more out of my photos now. It doesn't just have to be taking a new Facebook profile picture for a friend. Yeah, I know.

It's also nice to know the functions of the buttons on the camera. I only knew zoom and flash. Now I feel like I'm getting my monies worth.

Usually when I take a photo it's just to capture a memory, not so much for an artful reason. I don't know maybe I'll start experimenting with a camera to try and create something. Hm.

I've been trying to come up with ideas for the group project. I haven't thought of anything I feel is worth it. I know I want to do something with lighting, but again, nothing comes to mind. I'll keep thinking.

I'm really excited to learn (more).

Sunday Fun Day

This post has nothing to do with Sunday being a fun day or the Bangles. I just wanted that as a title.
I was absent for 2/5 days this week. I know I missed The Prisoner. Poo. And I'm assuming collaging. I really like collaging. It doesn't really involve any thinking. Which is nice sometimes. Cut and paste and then you've got something. Sadly, I only got to make one but I'm excited to see it hung up in the halls.
I want to do more. MORE.
Please.
Tomorrow, or technically today looking at the time, I'm going to finally start up my 365. I think it'll be fun. I subconciously "bitch" everyday I might as well write it down to look back on.
Although I probably won't look back on it much and if I do I'd probably break my computer. I never like my work for more than a week. If even. Every paper I've ever written, every text, every picture, every conversation. Hate it. I always feel like I sound stupid or like I'm trying too hard. Which is ironic because if anything I don't try hard enough. When I try too much it comes out worse I think. I don't know if it's me not trying hard enough or maybe I'm just acting on what I'm thinking so it seems like I'm not working hard at all. Get it?
We'll see, we'll see. I think it'll be satisfying once I'm in the hundreds, even if they're all horrible posts, it's nice to stick with something.

Daily Practice. Again.

I'm still having trouble coming up with something to do for my daily practice to get better at what I want to do. Advertising.
I like the thought of my ideas influencing other people to do or buy something. It's funny. Well not really funny, kind of scary. That little things can influence a person so much. Little things like color and music. I don't think most people think about that. Most of the things you buy are because of the flashy advertisements not because you really need them. There's something fun about it.
I haven't got many ideas for what I could do. Basically because they're all the same idea. I wouldn't mind reading. I wouldn't mind do anything. I don't know. I don't know what to do that would actually help me improve on my knowledge/skill of advertising. Skill of advertising doesn't sound right. Skill of advertising.
I'm not totally sure what I have to do to work in advertising. I assume I need to take marketing or communications or advertising classes in college. But then what? Do I just apply for a job? Where do I start? What is the process? Where do I end? How much of the process am I a part of? Do I work alone or with a partner? Etc. etc. etc. I'm nervous.
I haven't got much influence to work off of. Only from what I see on television (Full House) and what I can assume.
I think reading would be most helpful. But I'd prefer to let you decide if you don't mind.
I figure there are hundreds and hundreds of books on propaganda that I could read up on. Read up on. That could help me(?). I'm really, really stuck. Really. I'd like to understand the business of it. Although this is an art program, business is an art. But I'm not sure how I could incorporate that into a daily practice. I'm just throwing out some of the things going in my head I'm lost. I am lost.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Trip Trip Trip

Although I ditched my second day of work most likely putting me on pins and needles with my boss, it was worth it. Trips are my favorite part of STAC so far, it brings us closer together. Our group spent most of the time getting lost but we ended up in some interesting places in result.
I didn't really understand the show, only because I struggled to see most of it. That and I passed out after intermission. Sorry. I did get that the main character and his mother had a bad relationship, other relationship problems, and that led to him almost killing himself. But I'm hoping to be clued in tomorrow.
I loved the Pratt gallery most. I understood psychogeography a bit more after seeing it. My favorite was the perspective of the city in gelatin. I liked how the artist portrayed the city, how fragile it is, and how it could topple over any second. Amazing.
I hope they fire me.

Be Kind Rewind

Being that I am a "noobie", this was my first Be Kind Rewind experience. I liked it, I wish we could make one monthly. Although, I'm sure the floor scenes would quickly become aggravating. I had fun though. I'm really just happy that I got to dress in drag.
It's difficult creating a storyline with a group. Especially when there's no guidelines. Everyone has a million different ideas and opinions and we've only got so much time. I do really like our movie though. I just wish we took it a little less seriously. It's supposed to be a fun project but there we were worried so much about every single detail and in the end we had to go with it. Too much planning.
Any oppurtunity I have to have to draw facial hair on my face is a good one. I got three whistles when I walked through the hallway after class Friday, just saying.

The Explanation

The idea came to mind while I walking through my house the next morning. It was too obvious for me to think of.
There are certain areas, and objects I avoid routinely. The pictures are in order of what I see first to last in my day. Either because it's been branded into my head by my parents or it's just a pet peeve of mine.
Picture explanation:

Carpet threshold: there was just a scarring moment when I was younger and barefoot where it was way too cold. Not a big deal you say? Well I cried. Now I hop over it. And wear socks.

Door bumper: another traumatic event. When I was younger I tripped over it and banged my chin on the tile. Again. I cried.

Old concealer: I don't know how long it's been there but long enough for it to have grown some sort of mucus-y fungus (the green thing). I also don't know why it's never occured to anyone to throw it out. I still haven't thrown it out, even after taking the pictures. My arm turns into a noodle everytime I have to get something behind it. I touched it once by accident and immediately washed my hands. Twice.

Cracked tile: I don't like stepping on it.

Drain: When I was younger, once again, I was taking a shower and without realizing it a bar of soap had somehow made its way on top of the drain making the water level rise. It went up to my knees, I was shorter, and I nearly had a heart attack. I have a fear of whales and I imagined myself in the ocean and they were going to get me.

Shadow: the main focus is the shadow on the right side. I only step on the parts of the floor with light on them. At night I have a personally carrier. He carries me.

Rip in the rug: there's wood under the rug. I went exploring, yes when I was younger, to find out if it was really wood. I got a splinter.

Display: "This is worth more than you."

Display number 2: "This is worth even more..."

Storage room: It's cold and dusty and last I was in there a cricket jumped on my leg.

SO HUNGRY. I AM. SO HUNGRY.

I hate Yom Kippur. I really shouldn't be on the internet right now. But I also really shouldn't have done my psychogeography project all morning either. But it's done, and I really like it. It will be uploaded sometime tomorrow. I know. The suspense is killing you.

SO TODAY IN STAC...

We watched the second episode of The Prisoner and I don't know how I feel about it. It's odd because I feel like I know everything already but it's only the second episode. I predict repetition in some of the plot line: Number 6 attempts to escape, fails, seduces a woman on the "dark side" resulting in them switching teams, etc. We'll see.

I also found my fellow teammates today which was pretty exciting. Together we will conquer. And after we do, I will conquer them. They don't know that yet but it WILL happen. I'm out for blood.

And on that note, I'm off to get my sketch pad. See you tomorrow.


P.S. I hope we get to see the reinvented Swan Lake, I just googled and it looks incredible.

Thoughts on The Prisoner

I actually really liked it. I usually don't like action-y type shows but this was interesting. I have so many questions: how did they get there? Why are they there? Why is he, Patrick McGoohan, there? Where in the world is this place? Why was it created? The list goes on. At first I wasn't sure if there was a Robert Owen type utopia theme going on there but then I realized unlike the Utopias Robert Owen came up with, these people didn't work. It's confusing kind of like Lost. Not that I would know because I don't watch Lost but everyone else does and says it's confusing so probably if I watched Lost I would compare the two. Or not. I demand an answer to all my questions now. I'm anxious and excited to keep on watching AND for the rest of the year in STAC. Be seeing you.