“The World Is Quiet Here”
Made by recording myself in Audacity, printing off the waveform, and making a stencil of it.
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“The World Is Quiet Here”
Made by recording myself in Audacity, printing off the waveform, and making a stencil of it.
Light Painting with Jazz Steps
These were done with glow sticks around my wrists and ankles and the app Long Exposure Camera 2. Each is a different vernacular jazz dance step. Some of these I liked just for the flow, others because they looked like something else (dragons, faces, etc.).
Scarecrow
Jump Charleston
Crossovers
Hangman
Rocks
Shoe Shine
Boogie Drops
Helicopter
The Art Assignment: Proposals
I was over at my parents' for a few days for Christmas -- the perfect time to dress like them.
Father Because I was wearing their clothes, me as my dad looks pretty ridiculous (he's about 9" taller than me). Even his glasses are too big for me.
Like me, my dad has a lot of black and gray clothing. The gray sweater I'm wearing was, incidentally, the one I would steal to wear around the house most often when I was living at home.
The thing that stands out the most about how my dad dresses is his hats. We often bug him about looking like a 1930s detective. The effect is a little lost here in favour of the little-kid-playing-dress-up look.
Mother My mum and I are about the same size, but dressing up as her took a lot more time -- so many more choices. Her favourite outfit is planned around these lovely cat shoes. (Unfortunately, our feet aren't the same size. I crammed these on for just a couple minutes while we took the picture.) She pulled out five red/black dresses, a black jacket, and this red jacket as options to go with the shoes, then found some cat earrings to match.
I also got my mum to help me do my makeup and hair the way she does hers, which was pretty simple except for the eyeliner pencil, which I will never be much good at using.
I also realized that I could easily have dressed as my mum at home (though maybe a less colourful version). Out of the few clothes I had brought with me to my parents' house were a black dress and a pair of jeans that used to be my mum's and a sweatshirt that we both have. When I looked through my closet at home, I found two more dresses and two jackets that were also from her.
This is for The Art Assignment: Blow Up: https://youtu.be/_LKl36tuHwA.
I moved a couple months ago and thought this assignment would be a great way to get to know my new neighbourhood. I started off thinking of taking a picture out my window but was a little put off because outside my window is an empty field. So I figured I’d see what else was around when I went out for runs. Mostly, I ran past empty fields. So in the end, here is one of the fields along my running route.
I was worried about not being able to find much of interest in the picture, but eventually started noticing the cracks in the path, the stripes of different coloured plants in the foreground, and the unidentifiable objects farther back in the dirt.
The Art Assignment: Present Perimeter
For The Art Assignment: Present Perimeter, I made Present Perimeter Tofu. And then, because tofu isn’t a full meal (even when it’s in cool shapes), I also made Fibonacci Oranges, Zeno’s Asparadox, and Möbius Mangoes (for dessert).
The Art Assignment: Paper Weavings
I did a couple weavings for this assignment: the first out of paper and the second out of fabric in a on old pair of jeans. I ended up randomizing the patterns for both projects by pulling cards to determine how many strips I would go under or over.
Photos show: the paper weaving, a trial run in fabric, the assembled materials to start weaving in the jeans, the weaving complete and pinned down, and the finished project with everything sewn in place.
The paper held its shape much better, but it also showed mistakes more clearly (small tears or lines that aren’t quite straight), while the fabric was a little more forgiving.
(Original assignment video: https://youtu.be/ACedkrDXe48)
Started cutting out the pieces for this quilt about two years ago, and it’s finally finished! Thisbe seems to approve.
In response to The Art Assignment: Surface Test, I went on an expedition to the park today.
From the top, I have:
A small patch of concrete. I was surprised that the yellow paint also left a line.
One of a series of holes around the edge of the lake. There must have been a railing/fence there at some point. This one also had a filled-in hole next to it, which made the smaller circle.
A slightly softer surface. I think it’s the recycled tire groundcover used in waterparks, but the rubbing turned out about the same as those from the harder surfaces.
Bricks. Another man-made surface making a clear pattern.
Cracked bike path. I was hoping the little cracks would make a scaly pattern on the paper, but they didn’t come through.
A park bench. Also one of the few places where there was stuff in the area that I could use to hold the paper down.
A wooden/iron footbridge.
More cracked bike path, but the cracks are easier to see this time.
Because it was such a sunny day, I ended up with shadows in a lot of the photos, but that seemed appropriate given the discussion of indexes (and I suppose the reflections of the trees in the water also fits).
Crit # 222: hkdolman’s Surface Test
I like the shadow’s in the piece, particularly the full body shadow in the bricks piece. It adds scale to the piece, giving us a sense of the smallness of the rubbings and also adds some dynamism, making the picture more than just a rubbing and the ground.
I also really enjoy all the different colors used and have to ask: were the color choices intentional to the surfaces? I particularly liked the green on the pavement. It’s a nice contrast, the brightness of the green/the natural connotations of the color versus the dullness of asphalt.
My colour choices were pretty haphazard. My guidelines were that I had to use the darker crayons in the box (I didn’t think yellow and peach would show up very well), that I couldn’t repeat a colour, and that I should avoid colours that matched the surface they were on.
The bright green one was actually the only one where I had any sort of reason for the colour choice: I was running out of the darker colours, and I thought the cracked asphalt looked like a dinosaur’s skin, so I picked the colour I thought was the most dinosaur-like.
In response to The Art Assignment: Surface Test, I went on an expedition to the park today.
From the top, I have:
A small patch of concrete. I was surprised that the yellow paint also left a line.
One of a series of holes around the edge of the lake. There must have been a railing/fence there at some point. This one also had a filled-in hole next to it, which made the smaller circle.
A slightly softer surface. I think it’s the recycled tire groundcover used in waterparks, but the rubbing turned out about the same as those from the harder surfaces.
Bricks. Another man-made surface making a clear pattern.
Cracked bike path. I was hoping the little cracks would make a scaly pattern on the paper, but they didn’t come through.
A park bench. Also one of the few places where there was stuff in the area that I could use to hold the paper down.
A wooden/iron footbridge.
More cracked bike path, but the cracks are easier to see this time.
Because it was such a sunny day, I ended up with shadows in a lot of the photos, but that seemed appropriate given the discussion of indexes (and I suppose the reflections of the trees in the water also fits).
The Art Assignment: Become a Sci-Fi Character
In preparation for The Art Assignment: Become a Sci-Fi Character, I took a quiz to find out what type of psychic powers I have, and I was a little surprised by the result: empathy. Since when is empathy a form of ESP?
Turns out the quiz defined empathy as both intuiting and controlling people’s emotions, but I decided to stick with a more traditional definition of empathy and create something that would enhance a person’s sense of empathy by allowing them to feel the emotions of another person (though they won’t necessarily know the reason for those emotions – there is no mind-reading involved).
I don’t consider empathy a purely extrasensory “power.” Our ability to recognize emotions in others comes from our senses (seeing body language, hearing tone of voice, etc.). Our ability to understand what those emotions feel like comes from our own experiences and the knowledge we have of the experiences of others – whether that’s through writing, speech, music, or any other form of communication that gives us a glimpse into another person’s mind.
Because empathy uses the senses as well as mental abilities, I chose to include components that allow for input through sight, sound, and touch (glasses, headphones, and gloves). Because emotion is something that is often felt physically, the empathy machine manufactures physical sensations as well as mental states (e.g., if the wearer is empathizing with someone who is nervous or afraid, they might start to feel nauseous or shaky, or their heart may start to beat faster).
The wearer uses the arrow keys on their wrist to identify a person they want to empathize with, then presses the “enter” key to experience their emotions. The “esc” key is to stop feeling the other person’s emotions, and presumably the experience will sometimes be uncomfortable or painful enough that “escape” really is the right word.
Quick aside: I realize that an empathy machine is not new to science fiction. There is an “empathy box” in Philip K. Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? that allows people to fuse with a man named Mercer and experience everything he feels. While the experience is often painful, characters in the book use it to connect with other people and feel less alone.
While increasing empathy is something that would have societal benefits, I expect many people would choose to wear something like this to connect to other people – much like we use technology today.
Of course, if something like this were ever actually invented, there would be massive privacy issues, and it would have to be controlled in some to way. Despite the good intentions behind it, if it were used simply to stave off loneliness or as a kind of voyeurism, it could be detrimental to both the wearer and the people they connect with.
I’m also fairly certain that it would not look anything like this. Maybe it would be a contact lens, or a tiny earpiece, or a type of medication. Though who knows – maybe clunky wearable technology will become fashionable.
Make a Rug Update
I posted my original response to this assignment last July. I moved about a month after that, and the rug spent most of the winter on my bedroom floor, where--as I discovered last week--it became home to a couple of spiders.
I am about to move again, and I had accumulated so much scrap fabric and old clothes in the past year that my fabric bin would no longer close. Better to use it up now that move it all with me. After thoroughly vacuuming my rug, I spent an afternoon adding three pairs of pajama pants, three sheets, an old skirt, and leftover fabric from a dress.
This is for The Art Assignment: Collaborate with Son Lux.
The Art Assignment: Becoming Someone Else
In my current situation, being unemployed and looking for work, constructing identities is something I think about and do a lot. Writing applications is exhausting because for each one you have to portray yourself as exactly the person that they are looking for, twisting and bending the experience and qualities you have to fit into their mold, erasing all the flaws.
The first picture is me finally at an interview at a restaurant after months of not getting feedback on any of the applications I sent out, so I was prepared to do my best. They didn’t do regular interviews, they did auditions and encouraged to get creative. I dressed up, put eyeliner on to fit the fifties-theme of the restaurant and taught myself to play a song on the ukulele in two days. Before the interview I did a bit of shopping around town, and I felt like I portrayed a fun, artsy kind of person with my heavy eyeliner(I usually only wear that if I’m going out at night) and my (sister’s) ukulele in a bag. I was the person who had no problem going on a stage and play and sing very badly in front of a group of strangers. The picture is taken just after getting of stage, game face still on.
But despite my hard work, I still couldn’t quite embody that person enough to convince them. I didn’t get the job. The second picture of me when I got home and took of my make-up and clothing. Poof, that former identity was gone, and the exhaustion left only the most unsalable parts of my personality. I retreated back into my bed, slowly mentally preparing myself do it all over again.
(Anna (she/her))
I’ve also been job hunting recently, and the emotional ups and downs of the process that you’ve captured in your photos is very familiar.
While I also feel like I’m acting in interviews, I am, weirdly, trying to act more like myself -- harder than usual because I know I’ve got a very limited amount of time to ensure that the interviewers really get to know me. It’s all very intimidating (though, thankfully, I have not yet had any reason to sing in an interview).
Best of luck with your search, and here’s to hoping you find something where you can be the version of yourself that you like the best.
This is for The Art Assignment: Customize It.
The object I chose for this assignment is an old watch. Some thoughts about its identifying traits:
Watches and clocks are generally seen as precise, reliable, regular, and mechanical.
They are getting to be a little old-fashioned (especially the analog ones) now that so many people use their phones to get the time.
Watches are also ornamental, sometimes worn more as jewelry than for their utilitarian purpose.
The precise, reliable, mechanical view of the watch was the most fun to play with by turning it into something that was ambiguous, unpredictable, and maybe a little lifelike. Playing around with the shape of the watch, I decided to turn it into a sea serpent, ending up with something that looks to me like a cross between the Ogopogo and a plesiosaur.
The original traits I chose for the watch are also entirely different from the irregular way in which we actually experience time. In a Google search on the nature of time, I kept coming up with articles with titles like Controversially, Physicist Argues Time Is Real and Newsflash: Time May Not Exist, so in some ways, this cryptozoology-inspired customization might represent time better than the original watch.
Guitar Hands
This project is for The Art Assignment: Artistic Alchemy.
While I was going through old clothes, I found this pair of gloves. Seeing as I had already stitched up holes in five of the fingers, and one of them had worn through again, I figured they had reached the end of their lifetime as useable gloves.
I have had these gloves since I was a teenager and already know their history, but I tried to look at the gloves from the perspective of an outside observer. I think the main thing that could have been guessed is that they were worn by someone right-handed, as the right glove is significantly more worn out.
There is, however, another reason for that: after I started playing classical guitar, I grew out the fingernails on my right hand, and every time I wore these gloves, my nails dug in right behind the seams until they eventually wore holes in the fingers. At that time, I was also more aware of my hands than usual, between the nails on my right hand and the calluses on my left. These things became a source of pride—a marker of the guitarist part of my identity.
With all that in mind, I decided to add a set of used guitar strings to the project and ended up with this strange and slightly creepy sculpture.