So Graffiti has always been one of my biggest inspirations for my art, and I've always wanted to just write on the walls and go relatively crazy. But today was more of a controlled expression, which is always interesting because testing my limits of creativity versus control always ends with a burst of me. I think seeing everyone's maps of themselves around me while I was working definitely gave me ideas and let me have a physical representation of a person's mind and soul. And definitely the different way people interpreted what we were supposed to do was interesting, they way everyone's hand led them to something different. No one was the exact same. I saw one that looked vaguely like a spider's web, while mine looked more like a bunch of diamonds and interconnected words that all led me to repetition.
The word I kept going back to three or four times was 'Human'. That one word means more to me than any other word in my dictionary, because I can find any way back to it. I think everyone has their one word that just has a connection unlike any other. And any constellation on those walls outside the classroom could not compare to that one word, because it's what brings people together. We're all human.
Well that was off topic, but I liked it. Anyway, I really enjoyed today. It helped take my mind off of everything and just focusing on what mattered to me, and then inking it, left a reminder to myself that what I love is important. And no matter how many layers of paint go over it or if I forget about it over time... It'll still be there. A standing reminder of Me. Au Revoir, mes amis.
5 comments:
"testing my limits of of creativity versus control always ends with a burst of me"
What a thought this is! It is a model for the methods of the artist, the discipline of the craft/medium/materials colliding with the chaos within us. Pretty brilliant stuff for the third day of class.
"I think everyone has their one word that just has a connection unlike any other."
THis is TOO good. Read Matt DeNicola's blog for a quick introduction to the Koan, which is an Eastern concept I've bastardized. Your idea of the Word is very similar to my idea of the Koan, perhaps but a simpler entry point into the same huge concept. The Word will wind up coming back to us.
My word is Freedom. I think that is it. Or maybe... Unbridled. That is my word: Unbridled.
Thanks for this.
Warm regards,
Luke
This is brilliant!
STAC tends to take my mind of everything going on, even on my worst days. That's one of the things that make this class(I feel weird calling it that.) so special and unlike any other.
I wonder what my special word is at the moment I'll go with... morbid.
You had fantastic ideas and phrases that described the assignment perfectly. Some of the things you wrote were things that I never would have thought of while working on/looking at the wall.
"I saw one that looked vaguely like a spider's web, while mine looked more like a bunch of diamonds and interconnected words that all led me to repetition."
I loved that one line. Everyone is different, and like you said, human. I really liked this post a lot. It really changed my entire thought process toward the wall, in a good way!
"testing my limits of creativity versus control always ends with a burst of me."
Everything you do is always you, although, sometimes it is harder to see. Look at the pictures you take of others, esp unknowingly, the pictures show you and how the people in the picture relate to you. I think Luke talked about something like this earlier in the week.
I love that ending- how rememants of us will always be there, no matter how many layers of paint go over our words. It's true, we'll be there as long as that wall stands.
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