tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28463773403713270482024-02-19T09:23:04.899-06:00THE THOUGHT BANKThe Thought Bank is a collective of ideas, notions, concepts and opinions of aspiring artists from the Kansas City area.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-28094905221373575852010-04-26T22:29:00.001-05:002010-04-26T22:31:25.901-05:00Robot Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1Yv8adNbNpRjYdNy6YZsMVfbUv4fYAl4CnEbctNi_phyphenhyphenoNKeWtjbNzrXjZIJK09mRReRD6lGS484acIOplDc_t4HO-M4ty5pRdRumpPpZScej_G6UzwDkP2OhCBTGCiiXW7uA9AtkeX8/s1600/artRAM_LoveSurpass.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM1Yv8adNbNpRjYdNy6YZsMVfbUv4fYAl4CnEbctNi_phyphenhyphenoNKeWtjbNzrXjZIJK09mRReRD6lGS484acIOplDc_t4HO-M4ty5pRdRumpPpZScej_G6UzwDkP2OhCBTGCiiXW7uA9AtkeX8/s400/artRAM_LoveSurpass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464653028931111570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJrfFQmtVzEISVI8xS_V0jXbhJ6HjxFe4InTht2YszWnM1yndmxBEA8kZO-XvSZU3LPJZsWW-OGpLtuS0uS5237555dOxyWkO8wuNGhektQci_HvV2QzKqlM2-1c460EymWgADh2ydd8Q/s1600/art_crying.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJrfFQmtVzEISVI8xS_V0jXbhJ6HjxFe4InTht2YszWnM1yndmxBEA8kZO-XvSZU3LPJZsWW-OGpLtuS0uS5237555dOxyWkO8wuNGhektQci_HvV2QzKqlM2-1c460EymWgADh2ydd8Q/s400/art_crying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464653024990080386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxI33akHhR-ocJOAoqdebP6Gw0RCMGKySqKgC4VuR24V1iEQZRf4GyPWJ6HC7f8GMrK27vEQGqHyTKM_nP2_9h23WJqrDFEA-BzaO8G5was1DeEF-YURQARNP8fRFrYlOzbq1iGervvybE/s1600/LABBIT+disco+pimp+pack.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxI33akHhR-ocJOAoqdebP6Gw0RCMGKySqKgC4VuR24V1iEQZRf4GyPWJ6HC7f8GMrK27vEQGqHyTKM_nP2_9h23WJqrDFEA-BzaO8G5was1DeEF-YURQARNP8fRFrYlOzbq1iGervvybE/s400/LABBIT+disco+pimp+pack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464651364142010338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwsCtkZnCtMgdUvlkK1XDyIIOK-WyYInsJX3owd72GhLZX8izZR34rJk0ARlalRp-m3MysfY-K9nc65Crb1DySsUxWEuOAF1zv0DWRwO7cJUf01RuP23Vf8I4TnTf5Q3q2s7SJUHXh9d-/s1600/PascagoulaAlienbr9InchBlackEdition_large_image1_5635.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwsCtkZnCtMgdUvlkK1XDyIIOK-WyYInsJX3owd72GhLZX8izZR34rJk0ARlalRp-m3MysfY-K9nc65Crb1DySsUxWEuOAF1zv0DWRwO7cJUf01RuP23Vf8I4TnTf5Q3q2s7SJUHXh9d-/s400/PascagoulaAlienbr9InchBlackEdition_large_image1_5635.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464649488685197778" /></a><br />A favoriate place of mine, a guilty pleasure is a store. It really is an aweful admission. For all my hippie lovin, pot throwin, gronola cruchin', tendencies one of my favoriate places is a consumer based non-environmentally friendly polyvinal crazy store. Where grown adults shamelessly trade their hard earned dollars for colorful objects pressed into the shapes of figurines. Toys. <br /><br />Action, or lack of action figures that are desingned by artists in Asia, and North America, produced in China, where labor conditions are poor, to people like me who just cant help themselves. I know this and I still can't stop myself from indulging in happy meal sized figurnes with strange expressions smoking or expressing some kind of emotion through the cannon of colorful plastic typically reserved for childrens toys.<br /><br />To analyze the act on a rational level is silly. I just like them. <br /><br />Created by artists and designers the term "designer toys" applies to toys and collectibles that are produced in limited editions (10-2000). Illustraters and graffiti artists are also sometimes involved in the strange amalgomation of toy creation. Illustraters like Jeff Soto work in conjunction with this scene, allong with poster artists like Frank Kozik who designed posters for Neil Young, Nine inch Nails, Sonic Youth, Nirvana, Beck, and The Melvins. Kozik now responsible for for the Smorkin' Labbits series by KidRoBot.<br /><br />So maybe I'm not the only one who's been sucked into the world of Robot Love.<br /><br /><a href="robotlove.biz"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-71095229648074199932010-04-19T06:24:00.008-05:002010-04-20T03:32:54.529-05:00Serendipity: Tea with Eva and running into an old friend who happens to be an Elephant<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8VmBuBVwlT-hQyc-ZZ-sBATtmwMkTVxA5BuERPn7UXVQQTKOVM_1qJet-T9N-_5lkeEY-kOfCEChOo77W2EIRyg6hJ-NUF2U_gxa_tyS3dWlZ5d6knsd148SNMXV5uTyaqf8rxEBebiM/s1600/img_7153.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8VmBuBVwlT-hQyc-ZZ-sBATtmwMkTVxA5BuERPn7UXVQQTKOVM_1qJet-T9N-_5lkeEY-kOfCEChOo77W2EIRyg6hJ-NUF2U_gxa_tyS3dWlZ5d6knsd148SNMXV5uTyaqf8rxEBebiM/s400/img_7153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461817762333778066" border="0" /></a><br />Serendipity: making fortunate discoveries by accident.<br /><br /><br />RULE TEN: "We're breaking all the rules. Even our own rules. And how do we do that? By leaving plenty of room for X quantities." (John Cage)<br /><br />Life's course unfolds. Watching from above one might see our fierce free will navigating through a series of circumstances beyond our control. Basking in this uncertainty can be viewed as a flailing about. OR If we are passionate about things...an opportunity for a series of unexpected/exciting inspirations. These seem to be handed to us from some place larger and wiser than what our current selves could have yet dreamed up. We are attached to the idea of being in control, which is ultimately impossible. Yet being full of intent does seem to matter. Often times connecting the dots and seeing the metaphors in retrospect helps frustrations melt away. Where you are now may not be what its actually about...but you had to be here in order to get THERE. By letting go, taking risk, and being open we can more rapidly grow into ourselves. Learning when to push and when to be pulled we slowly but surely stumble upon our destiny.<br /><br /> A few weeks ago I went to New York to interview my longtime hero, <a href="http://www.evazeisel.org/who_is_eva_zeisel.html">Eva Zeisel</a>. I woke up that morning sick with a cold and a scratchy inaudible voice. I had prepared 103 complex questions for Eva in hopes of understanding every bit of her 103 years of life wisdom in the realm of ceramic industrial design. It was an unseasonably warm and sunny spring day. When I arrived Eva was sitting outside enjoying the sun. I handed her some calla lilies and I introduced myself (with my scratchy inaudible voice). She took my hand in hers and said "oh yes your hands are good, you are good." I was then informed by Eva's daughter that at 103 Eva is still completely sharp and aware but at this point has a very difficult time hearing. I was encouraged to go ahead and attempt to interview Eva even though I could hardly talk and she could hardly hear.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8PM9doPiWZBpsp_bYj5hq-oO6x-pylar6trVc2IZB11hZbx6NO-DQ-2coSHdOV_vPq5vsbu1B2Tj3_4TuJo8h0Mh4npFZttT-vatLEmO7NE_DN8oqvRruP-d5hEo0LWeACPr8T3zHCSV2/s1600/img_7065.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8PM9doPiWZBpsp_bYj5hq-oO6x-pylar6trVc2IZB11hZbx6NO-DQ-2coSHdOV_vPq5vsbu1B2Tj3_4TuJo8h0Mh4npFZttT-vatLEmO7NE_DN8oqvRruP-d5hEo0LWeACPr8T3zHCSV2/s320/img_7065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462106041102342290" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/harmonychapman/EvaVisit#slideshow/54621095">click here to see more photos from visit<br /></a><br /></div> In all honesty once in Eva's presence all my heady interview questions seemed senseless. Within the proximity of Eva's well earned sense of enlightened self-containment, I felt like a yappy puppy chasing its own tail. Nonetheless I nervously yelled my questions into a microphone contraption while Eva patiently attempted to decipher what it was I so desperately wanted to know from her. This turned out to be seemingly frustrating for both of us and we eventually settled in to drinking tea (from some original Eva Zeisel design cups of course). We soaked up the sun, watched the birds and drank from her beautiful cups. After awhile Eva's daughter Jean gave me a tour of Eva's studio which was amazing and informative. When I returned to Eva she had a bad headache and so I was asked to read to her to help distract from the pain. After learning that she would prefer to be read the war memoirs (written about the year she spent in solitary confinement in a Russian prison) over Opera magazine we settled on reading from one of her biographies. This was a fabulous book that answered many of the questions I had for her. As I read to Eva about her own life I got a bit confused as to whether I should refer to her in the first or third person. She listened very carefully, had me repeat certain parts and confirmed each strange and interesting incident to be in fact true. Eventually Eva's headache was forgotten, I had learned very much about Eva's life and life in general, and I realized that I had missed my bus. I decided there was time to catch the next one and continued to read until the sun had drifted out of the sky and it was time to take Eva back inside to sit by the fire. At this point Eva kissed my hand goodbye and told me to come again. Jean drove me to the bus stop where I waited to catch a bus back into the city so I could catch another bus back to philly where I would then fly back (it had taken a lot of navigating to find my way to Eva that day).<br />Somehow I missed that next bus and waited for the next one which was going to get me into the city just in time to catch my philly bus. This bus however managed to hit a car as we pulled into rush hour traffic. I arrived ten minutes late and missed my next bus. So I ended up stuck near Madison Square Gardens waiting for the 1am bus. Frustrated and all tired out I wandered a few blocks and was reminded that although I was stranded at night I was in New York after all and this was exciting.<br />Sure enough the streets were packed with people and they were all oddly caring around circus souvenirs. Being a circus lover I decided to follow the glow sticks and ended up in a back alley where I met a man lurking about. He explained to me that the circus was over but he and a few other circus groupies were waiting there because they were breaking things down and soon would bring out the animals. He knew this because he had grown up in the circus during WWII so often came to watch the old behind the scenes action. I too, knew a thing about behind the scenes circus life and upon closer inspection realized it was this very circus I was familiar with.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwNVx6mTKHGdtZYfC_GZ5-7PB-7gw0Agx5Y8g7lW0XfpeRLGJ4R7I0veFzolb3Tlq3c-stwTdshR-Jdy4zvcpd1Ww9NqpDvjdhiU8cfN54xluXVaUsf_IJpQY2id8HmbMojE6lPE21eKd/s1600/img_7391.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwNVx6mTKHGdtZYfC_GZ5-7PB-7gw0Agx5Y8g7lW0XfpeRLGJ4R7I0veFzolb3Tlq3c-stwTdshR-Jdy4zvcpd1Ww9NqpDvjdhiU8cfN54xluXVaUsf_IJpQY2id8HmbMojE6lPE21eKd/s400/img_7391.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462106812682023954" border="0" /></a> <br /> One of my more exciting memories of childhood is from the time I got to meet Barnum and Bailey's Circus when they came through Seattle. I was a poor hippy kid who rarely was allowed to interact with "society," but my Dad had the idea to trade them some garden vegetables so we could go watch the circus. Gunther the Lion Tamer's wife took a liking to me and brought me back stage to meet the acrobats and clowns. The evening was topped off with being introduced to the elephants and allowed to ride on one. This night has remained a strong memory not only because of the glamor of the rind stone jewels on Gunther's wife's feather head dress but because it was the first time I was able to realize the kindness of strangers.<br />So here I was in New York in a parking lot at midnight with a ragtag gang of circus groupies who also wanted to say hello to the elephants. There was the old man who had been a circus kid, an airline security guard from Jersey, two fellows from the Bronx, a woman who told me her email was gypsywanderer and a little boy from Morocco who didn't speak English,kept singing clicky songs to himself (but shared his roasted peanuts with me). Each of these people also had spontaneously let themselves be led/gravitated to this parking lot for what turns out was "<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/harmonychapman/SecretMarchOfTheElephants#slideshow/5462121178682825698">The Secret March of the Elephants."</a><br />Each year the Barnum and Bailey Circus comes to town and performs at Madison Square Gardens and the only way to get the elephants there is by train but Penn station now only has escalators. Thus it is necessary for them to board the train in Queens, which means the Elephants must secretly march through the streets of Manhattan at midnight.<br />And so at the end of this very long and complicated day of journeying very far to meet with a very old hero I was able to randomly come across another very old, longtime hero that happens to be an elephant. It turns out the same elephant I had ridden on as a child still was with this circus. At around midnight this elephant walked out into the parking lot, (gave me a little nod?), joined its trunk with the tail of another elephant and took off into the busy streets of Manhattan, New York...<br />Eva Zeisel views her work as a "playful search for beauty" and the objects she designs as gifts. When I asked her if she had a particular individual in mind while designing or humanity in general she responded "there is no difference." Going to meet Eva (I now see) I had some undertones and motivations that were not the most pure and positive. I was in awe of her many accomplishments and fame and wanted to come in contact with her greatness before the rarity of its existence would be taken away from this world. I approached her that day with 103 questions thats underlying grief and desperation basically all wanted to know "How will this world (and modern ceramic design) go on without Eva Zeisel"?! Leaving Eva and the elephant that day I was reminded that this playfulness, this search and all that is beautiful do not belong to one particular person,thing, place or time...but are constantly there for all of us to tap into. It is the responsability of each of us to engage and actively create goodness. This force can not be forced, but if we stay passionate, sincere and open...serendipity can lead us there.<br />Thank you Eva and thank you circus Elephant...<br />with awe, gratitude, and love,<br />HarmonyHarmony Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913233153506302767noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-59038112256294495702010-04-12T10:36:00.004-05:002010-04-12T10:48:38.232-05:00Semester Ramblings<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If the meaning of life is to live, and the meaning of art is to make then the world suddenly appears much simpler than many make it out to be. Though then the question is asked weather or not one has lead a good life. Or has made good art. It is a question of weather a life simply lived is valuable by the act of existing, or if the act of </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">creating</span></i></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> is of any worth by simply making.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The general consensus is that one has to actually </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">do </span></i></span><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">something in order to avoid uselessness.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">But that is not very hard to do.</span></span></div> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Georgia;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It seems that life and art can be quantified in terms of Joy, Impact, and Reflection.</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span></span></p><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnp3xhhXv7frQ7kBBuceaMyI_uPlgblgtyUyptfl24okYtDDA4tWbUHFq7J-bZzWEP9BKTMIMFmonPzPmzDrEMxHGpZoyn86c9Xlv7wQ-I-o7AZ1Pg__e2qtQRRFdXFpVS9cvEZXlxgUZ/s320/DSC08425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459276008011747922" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:21px;"> </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> <div style="text-align: center;"><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">fig. 1 a plant that has lead a good life by enjoying growing </span><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">J</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times, serif;">* Joy can be quantified through struggle as well as ease; Impact relates to the self as well as others ; Reflection refers to observation as well as transformation</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> <!--StartFragment--> </span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Times, serif;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">2. I don’t know how many cappuccinos I’ve had this semester—but I think I finally kicked the habit once spring rolled around. I am now addicted to just stopping by Café Nerman out of habit. Just to get hot water for my tea, and to steal milk and sugar from them. It’s ironic that I almost asked them how to spell steal. Steel Steal. Milk. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">3. Note to self: It is important to make money.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">4. Note to self: though we think we lack money we live a decadent life at this school, and in this art world. It is still hard work, this living thing. And this art thing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">5. Note to self: Summer is almost here.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </span><p></p></div>Sarita Mahinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10433407507066344676noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-25396410246105591142010-04-05T10:02:00.003-05:002010-04-05T11:47:15.342-05:00why clay?<a href="http://www.bethshookart.com/wordpress/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/wedgedclay.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 504px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 541px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bethshookart.com/wordpress/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/wedgedclay.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After working with clay for four years, the answer "i like to touch things" does not seem sufficient for this annoying question. Its time for an intellectual response.<br /><br />This low-tier material deserve much more recognition. Yes, clay is abundant, and clay from every region has its own unique attributes. For example, China possess the best clay body for teapot called the "Purple Sand". This porous clay preserve the rich taste, while dense enough to maintain heat, flavor and color of tea overnight. Herend porcelain is another example of regional only material. Paint is the same whereever you go, so is bronze and aluminum. What other material can capture the essence of a region more direct than clay?<br /><br />It is said that clay is at the bottom of the art-hiarchy, and i beg to differ. Clay can be made to look like anything. Lets make clay painting for example. Clay canvas can be manipulated and incorporated into the drawing. Real shadows can be used in conjunction with painted shadows, which created more depth. Impasto can be used much better with colored slip than regular paint. Can painters paint with glass? How about texture? Clay has much more variation of surfaces. Painting is the top of the art hiarchy? what a foolish remark, those who quote it shows their lack of insight. Painting cant even be utilitarin. Lets compare ceramic sculpture vs mix media sculpture. "bronze" bowl on top of a wooden foot? Both components can be thrown on the wheel and "bronze lustered" + painted on. What can other medias do that clay cant?<br /><br />Ceramicists should take pride in their media, because conquering the process is respectable. Clay is definately a powerful materials. Mountains are made through collision of two slabs. Scorched earth is created through rapid drying and lack of compression. Lava rocks are made out of dried out reclaims. Because of clays complex process, it has much more possibility thus making it a more versatile material than any other media. A world without painting, photography, or animation wouldnt be much different, but without clay?wen danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522773070470131674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-15486806724281892922010-03-29T08:44:00.008-05:002010-03-29T09:09:14.881-05:00The [Exciting] Museum Life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKj2FL_FWi16IgCSC4E9yihBelzEigO3ySaiKOZ05r0VRKz4HeQ25seG8q3muScA_674tiqFIwn_IzIyIdy0ZViEvJSiABLRcuACz5VTHnZOe6dBFkIJ6KOkoLdWgS2SJZJ488gGiRlY/s1600/Nelson-Atkins-Entombment-of-St_-Catherine-and-Capricorn-KC-Oct-2009-500x398.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454055503865177410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxKj2FL_FWi16IgCSC4E9yihBelzEigO3ySaiKOZ05r0VRKz4HeQ25seG8q3muScA_674tiqFIwn_IzIyIdy0ZViEvJSiABLRcuACz5VTHnZOe6dBFkIJ6KOkoLdWgS2SJZJ488gGiRlY/s320/Nelson-Atkins-Entombment-of-St_-Catherine-and-Capricorn-KC-Oct-2009-500x398.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>When visiting museums as a child, and even into my adolescence, I always had these grand expectations about what happened "behind the scenes". I imagined underground hallways, tunnels, and rooms and rooms full of art work that was not on display...</div><br /><br /><br /><div>So when I started my internship at the Nelson-Atkins Museum I thought, "Great! I can finally see what happens when the museum in closed." Well, ha. Meetings and tours. That's what happens when the museum is closed. I actually work off-site at One Main Park, on the 5th floor, with other museum employees, enjoying our cubicles. While I thought I would be IN the museum, constantly surrounded by ever-changing exhibits and kindergartners holding hands, it has been a really interesting experience. </div><br /><br /><div>Besides meeting some really nice museum personnel, I've been able to walk around the museum while it was closed, enjoying each room in total privacy. Not having to trip over elementary school field trips is a luxury in my eyes. I've also been able to see the stacks, the enormous library collection underneath the museum. Temperature controled, badge access only elevator..it's pretty fun. It plays into my childhood fantasy of the "exclusive" side of the museum.<br /></div><br /><div>I'm really looking forward to visiting "the caves" next. The off-site storage of all the artwork not currently on display. I have an image in my mind of what it looks like, but maybe I've just seen too many movies...</div>courtneyleecoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09518265968043235267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-85979663655312205702010-03-29T00:28:00.006-05:002010-04-05T18:34:12.250-05:00Valet Log: Deep Sector 7 (lucky #7)"If I was smarter I would have motivated my self more as a child to be something more glamorous." Said Andrew, when asked why he was soaking wet. I have a job that forces me to run in and out of most of the good and bad elements.<br /><br />But, honestly growing up my dream job was to become a garbage man. I mostly wanted to ride on the rear of the truck while someone else drove really fast. But, my motivations never carried me to the waste management. Just to junk management. Going in to this job I imagined that would be driving at least a Porsche right? Wrong... Most gambling addicts don't have it in there budget to buy a Porsche or gasoline for the cars they do have. I can face the facts better then most. But, my co-workers on the other hand tend to get down trodden about the situation.<br /><br />It's a well known fact between all of us that most people don't tip. So, my fellow comrades find other ways of making the work place a little more entertaining. Mostly involves daring stunts like driving through the parking garage in reverse and occasionally chasing geese around the parking lot. It's all done to kill time. In a way <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOCrGNosrsM/S7BDi3SPTUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QnjHq9FU_0Q/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oOCrGNosrsM/S7BDi3SPTUI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QnjHq9FU_0Q/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453933414980734274" border="0" /></a>replace the tip that we should have gotten. The tip that makes up the majority of our hourly wage. The smiles that form on their faces when they tell you about the nasty car they just parked is the tip i take home. The weird smells and that the funny cars that I drive and the stories I hear. The stupid jokes and crazy conversations. These things are all food for thought and that is what keeps me coming back.<br /><br />The things you see are like nothing you will see anywhere else. I guess you could say I'm addicted to documenting people who are addicted to gambling.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-60056906941819561122010-03-09T23:15:00.004-06:002010-03-09T23:52:19.019-06:00What Is Art For? Reflections on Ellen Dissanayake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ds8wZK820Tg/S5cl6P8oZfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FLoUl1YhJ5I/s1600-h/homo_aesthicus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ds8wZK820Tg/S5cl6P8oZfI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FLoUl1YhJ5I/s320/homo_aesthicus.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ds8wZK820Tg/S5clwH9uZeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HOo4fG1dhY0/s1600-h/51KTME3T9RL._AA240_SH20_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ds8wZK820Tg/S5clwH9uZeI/AAAAAAAAAHY/HOo4fG1dhY0/s320/51KTME3T9RL._AA240_SH20_.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ds8wZK820Tg/S5cl1ZSQbVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o7MQvUJTc3w/s1600-h/9780295970172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ds8wZK820Tg/S5cl1ZSQbVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/o7MQvUJTc3w/s320/9780295970172.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ds8wZK820Tg/S5cl4RPdD6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KyWFaHu5zOM/s1600-h/EllenDissanayake_KildaltonCross.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ds8wZK820Tg/S5cl4RPdD6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KyWFaHu5zOM/s320/EllenDissanayake_KildaltonCross.jpg" /></a></div><br />
"What Is Art For?" "Homo Aestheticus"and "Art and Intimacy" are three books that Ellen Dissanayake has published. Her work has been described as burning a new path in the way art is critically addressed and defined. "Although human ethologists have speculated about the origin and evolutionary function of many kinds of human behavior, art, which is after all a universal characteristic or "behavior" of humankind has not yet received much serious biologically based attention." Ellen Dissanayake gives art some serious biologically based attention in her books while addressing subjects varying from what does art do for people, the evolution of the behavior of art and the importance of feeling.<br />
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At a recent lecture held at UCM, Ellen gave a brief introductory to the underlying anthropological philosophies used in her three books. Ellen broke down the information into three categories and them elaborated on each one. The major themes included;<br />
1. Social and material lives for modern(industrialized) and premodern(non industrialized) life<br />
2. Making and Material and its importance<br />
3. Everyone is an Artist<br />
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According to Ellen, premodern life on the human timeline stretches back much farther than the short time that is considered modern life for current industrialized humans. With this shift in life styles there has also been a shift in the way our social lives have been treated, and in her opinion many base needs that were once met have become neglected.<br />
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Premodern life was described as;<br />
1. hunter gatherer society - no food storage<br />
2. small intimate groups - 10-20<br />
3. kin organization - everyone is considered family(biologically or not)<br />
4. shared ideas - group mentality same ideas/goals<br />
5. assigned identities - everyone had a position they had to fill<br />
6. ritual ceremonies pervaded life<br />
7. everything made with hands<br />
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Modern life was described as;<br />
1. earn money buy things/accumulation is available<br />
2. societies of strangers<br />
3. Nation states<br />
4. pluralistic culture - no one mind set<br />
5. create own identity - you don't necessarily have a position that has to be filled<br />
6. scientific explanation - instead of mythological<br />
7. push buttons or non physical creation<br />
8. nature at a distance - no direct relation/AC Central Heat<br />
9. elitist idea of Art<br />
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Ellen then went on to describe five emotional needs premodern life provided that modern life neglects<br />
1. mutuality - one love with another / baby to mother / lovers<br />
2. belonging - an identity within a group<br />
3. Meaning - for what you do and who you are<br />
4. Competence - being able/ watching and doing (incompetence - computer illiterate people = helplessness)<br />
5. Elaboration - showing that you really care about something / embellishment <br />
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Making and Materiality was the second subject that Ellen addressed in her lecture. She began it with the basic history of the liberation of the first humans hands for locomotion and their ability to be used in a creative manner. This was then developed into the pleasure of creating something new with your hands, body, and mind. This pleasure is something that has been neglected in everyday Modern life. Art was then proposed as the process of transformation. Linked back to the earliest example of culture or transformation and the example used by Bill Reid in his Book "The Raw and The Cooked", the act of processing food or cooking food was considered the earliest sign of culture or art. A more recent example was given with Herbert Cole's appropriation of the title with "The Raw the Cooked and the Gourmet." The idea that culture or art is created by the transformation based on aesthetic and high culture or art is the refinement or Elaboration of that transformation. Ellen then proposed that the term art be gotten rid of in total and that "ordinary and extraordinary" be instated in its place.<br />
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This statement transitioned the lecture into her final theme We Are All Artists. We all have the capability to make the extraordinary and to acknowledge things that are extraordinary therefor we are all artists. Through our most basic ceremonies and rituals we all make extraordinary events and objects. Whether it is the super bowl or the symbolic items we keep secret in our safest places, everyone has the capability to embellish and create symbolic significance.<br />
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As a whole this lecture made since to me in its most basic principles but i wasn't completely satisfied with the information. I will ask you the same question i asked her to see if i can gain some more clarity with this information. If we are all Artists and we can all make the ordinary extraordinary, what role do you think the Museum spaces and gallery spaces have in the definition, presentation and path of art and the artist?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-60008666838077870622010-02-28T20:29:00.008-06:002010-02-28T23:00:42.743-06:00The mind's eye wears many sunglassesThe studious nature of the creative mind can surprise the average person. Yes, we are not average, that’s what makes us individuals and artists. I have been talking with friends and family and have come to the conclusion that I am crazy. Not clinically insane, just crazy. Defining studious tendencies can take many different forms; the most dominant in my eyes is the inability to shut off the creative switch in our brains, which coincidentally enough is tied to the power switch. No matter what’s happening in our lives or where we are, at least from my experiences, we cannot stop the urge to create. Perfect example: recently there was a social gathering at one of my friends’ house, there were cans and bottles of many different designs sitting empty on a table. I observed a buddy of mine looking intensely at this table with what was essentially garbage that was ultimately headed for the recycle bin. He sat there for a few minutes staring at these cans and bottles until finally he rose from his seat and began walking to the table. He then started stacking the cans and bottles in a way that made them look less like garbage and more like a composition. Resourceful and creative, the artists mind is something that not many average people can understand. That’s not to say there is an elitism or exclusivity happening in our society. Far from that, we are all capable of being creative; every one of us on this planet, but there is a group that can’t turn it off. I guess that’s the reason we keep a sketchbook, or journal, or camera, some sort of form that allows us our outlet wherever we go. So being studious doesn’t necessarily mean being in a certain place for a certain amount of time doing a set amount of work. To me it means being prepared for that time when you do find yourself in a place that allows you to create. Crazy? Perhaps, but it’s totally acceptable and should be embraced.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPVSjN8HsfhYkO1UKhaRQEorR_K_I4pUNFFVz8N4dyQDvD1xOKY46ZQSBKd3RlRZ9_NOplx5qo126K3oPyCZgoD1qQzCqMJ1yaNqc5ZR_nBKW0Ek5U2UmTWJqszGheDeSfuf5lTv0Fi4/s1600-h/bowl+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPVSjN8HsfhYkO1UKhaRQEorR_K_I4pUNFFVz8N4dyQDvD1xOKY46ZQSBKd3RlRZ9_NOplx5qo126K3oPyCZgoD1qQzCqMJ1yaNqc5ZR_nBKW0Ek5U2UmTWJqszGheDeSfuf5lTv0Fi4/s320/bowl+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443514473842168642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">what happens when you give<br />a bunch of students a paint brush and<br />a few gallons of paint in a skate park?</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-23316372297393560212010-02-21T23:17:00.004-06:002010-02-21T23:33:52.095-06:00Overseer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23jHfC4TgDXxI6s2dCT0RX-_lJn8E7k1SbjoCfEwumOFylIyJxuK0uYDMOmemkkrAF3L3GAsZ2CZLi74gM7JY1AmLRzhcD0OVVjKad-13-2ymHtY7bpffbvtIPGOChwtxyrfFTjaNno5m/s1600-h/ice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23jHfC4TgDXxI6s2dCT0RX-_lJn8E7k1SbjoCfEwumOFylIyJxuK0uYDMOmemkkrAF3L3GAsZ2CZLi74gM7JY1AmLRzhcD0OVVjKad-13-2ymHtY7bpffbvtIPGOChwtxyrfFTjaNno5m/s320/ice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440932797680058258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">I remember when I was six,<br />the air was cold and smelt like cotton.<br />I could hardly move I was so bundled up<br />but we were going sledding on the hill<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> hill.<br /><br />I felt like queen on that hill.<br />Overseer of the neighborhood.<br />I said it was an old Indian burial mound<br />but really the only thing buried in that hilltop was chickens.<br /><br />From the peak, I could count ALL three of our brown cows.<br /><br />It was mine to the taking, that hill.<br />I owned it with my sleds, wagons, and kites...<br /><br />Except,<br /><br />I was scared.<br /><br />Scared to sled down the one steep side into the pasture's fence.<br />But I got pressured to go there- THERE- the forbidden side<br /><br />It was exhilarating and terrifying.<br />I could not feel the bitter wind kiss my face.<br />I could not feel the jostle of frozen lumps beneath my sled.<br />Only speed.<br />I could feel only speed.<br /><br />Then a jolt of pain and warmth spread over my face.<br />Through squints the whiteness contained garnet red.<br /><br />I could hear muffled yells...It sounded like my name<br />I could hardly move I was so bundled up.<br />The air was cold and smelt like cotton,<br />I remember when I was six.<br /></span>Lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09083385493874800459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-67572619966715218572010-02-13T12:42:00.013-06:002010-02-13T16:36:56.837-06:00Sculpting an Illustration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7CWkpBVJU1-nkQmN9toU5Hb7tNdyZyP8l1ze_9NAgIXv0bWvbPD3ZsYp9ag6RannADdu3Yd1CS-dSp7QsrKsbePpcusFuY1EXkNTKZl1NCqkLdc5ZW37RgQdzN9huJHmsC88y1jU5Ard/s1600-h/1788_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7CWkpBVJU1-nkQmN9toU5Hb7tNdyZyP8l1ze_9NAgIXv0bWvbPD3ZsYp9ag6RannADdu3Yd1CS-dSp7QsrKsbePpcusFuY1EXkNTKZl1NCqkLdc5ZW37RgQdzN9huJHmsC88y1jU5Ard/s320/1788_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437809408063942178" border="0" /></a>In my illustration elective this semester I have been finding a lot of new and interesting artists. <br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8dpiz6jex4">Chris Sickels</a> is an independent 3-D illustrator who created Red Nose Studio. He uses his experience as a self-taught mixed media sculptor to create three dimensional illustrations that can then be photographed for publication. These pieces are made on the miniature scale using cardboard, scrap fabric, paints, and other found objects.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPXju116s6N2CbLXX1SRYkANGHENvb6bFJLlbmqxyo6gRqS-tnRbMK-kssCiAWDF_9KA5IPrIbLI5W4UMwbjpwm9nTvG0yAdD5BNDZpGFFqL6Dctu6btiP6adjtC1wFYmAS8V6cH84oiXE/s1600-h/rednosestudio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPXju116s6N2CbLXX1SRYkANGHENvb6bFJLlbmqxyo6gRqS-tnRbMK-kssCiAWDF_9KA5IPrIbLI5W4UMwbjpwm9nTvG0yAdD5BNDZpGFFqL6Dctu6btiP6adjtC1wFYmAS8V6cH84oiXE/s320/rednosestudio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437806960196006322" border="0" /></a>I was excited to discover such a unique combination of techniques. I really enjoy the idea of using sculpting in other ways, rather than just placing work on a pedestal. These images are not only powerful but also subtle in their presentation. They take on both two and three dimensional qualities when combined into a single scene. This type of work also allows someone who sculpts to have the same job opportunities as a freelance illustrator. With the right equipment, any clay sculpture could also be turned into an illustration for print. The power behind these images is strengthened by a very believable backdrop, created through painting, and set making. This illusion of space bridges the gap between the two dimensional and three-dimensional arts.<br />These same skills have also been applied by animators to create full length stop motion animations, like <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=od03kxDBnq4&feature=related">Peter and the Wolf</a>.<br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Drew/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Ariel Bowmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005401374093562378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-85252610622888530832010-02-06T13:44:00.005-06:002010-02-06T14:03:20.285-06:00Sarita Mahinayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10433407507066344676noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-41972402978792638062009-12-01T23:08:00.006-06:002010-01-31T11:13:57.305-06:00Sergi Isupov at the Daum<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxoRivyR9vAuDzfm3GYkIsIOTJuL640iMKRQhsaNrxCLvCRh0sBeSMEpCyRzdHalKv52xiMqCejbliAA4FzJA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Last semester a group of us from KCAI went to State Fair in Sadila Missouri to see Sergi Isupov give a two day lecture and demo. In the video clip above Sergi talks about an opening of an exhibition that he and his mother attended. Sergi was very entertaining and shared many of his experiences. He also works really fast, you can see his process <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pdonnelly1111/Sergi?authkey=Gv1sRgCKrOg7a607fWCw#slideshow/5410498967132493602">here</a>. To see more of Sergi's work check out the <a href="http://www.ferringallery.com/default.asp">Ferrin Gallery</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-72779047370638870922009-11-03T13:35:00.002-06:002009-11-03T13:38:22.645-06:00Dr. Seuss told me to do it<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUon1xZ4yaHSjBb3I2owUoxR1aGGwJr3QGmqUQxyyEEksbONdbShoxLhqySGFD6FNdGC-8cVKqOdZdrUmzsZhF-KVTgHnTzt4d1IffpBF3sZrn307jxyZUWulJDRUocLUL7woqG_0cMno/s1600-h/seussical.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUon1xZ4yaHSjBb3I2owUoxR1aGGwJr3QGmqUQxyyEEksbONdbShoxLhqySGFD6FNdGC-8cVKqOdZdrUmzsZhF-KVTgHnTzt4d1IffpBF3sZrn307jxyZUWulJDRUocLUL7woqG_0cMno/s320/seussical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399963876855656626" border="0" /></a>
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It might be as far from ceramics as you can get without stepping out of the realm of art. Its my fist experience as an artist commissioned to do a piece, but this piece was something I had done on a smaller scale. I’m talking about the theater. It all started my junior year of high school. I was waiting for classes to start when a friend of mina approached me with a proposal. His theater group needed a mural done and fast, there would be compensation. Of course the thought of money intrigued me so I accepted the offer without thinking about what I had to do. He came up to me the day after with instructions on how to get to his theater. When I got there the troupe was rehearsing their lines on the stage and the band members were going over their music. The director approached me and said “you’re the artist right?” to which I gladly responded “yes”.<span style=""> </span>So he led me into the scenic shop where all the equipment was, and in the back of this warehouse-like place there was a giant 12 foot tall book made of foam with 3 pages in it also made of foam. The director began to explain what had to be done. As he told me the details I began to regret agreeing to this deal but I had already committed so I guess I had to do it. I had to paint 4 murals one for each page spread of the giant book. The play was Seussical the Musical and I had to recreate 4 different scenes from the Dr. Seuss stories and only 2 weeks to do it. Thankfully I had a crew to help me but they were as skilled in art as a blind man running a gauntlet. The book still had wet paint when the play opened for the first night of performances. Soon after my high school drama teacher (who was married to my ceramics teacher) drafted me into her drama program where I built many sets, it’s because of her and her husband that I am here. They taught me how to speak to college reps and fill out paperwork, and it’s because of them that I stuck to art as a focus in my life.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-50772401584015702542009-11-02T15:03:00.007-06:002009-11-04T13:33:23.591-06:00Altering<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjja4odFYHuu73M32MdWhOMKK9Eb7DgsPB07C7b2cYWZ3tGpK-AoQt8pZdVWIzeo3ymq6l4azKY_uBozYoSe3U9KGqXNmNUNSay7UG_9l2AvynU00HGZIzdFXaL-Y-NZNg-lah4iR66P_M/s1600-h/DSCN1605.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjja4odFYHuu73M32MdWhOMKK9Eb7DgsPB07C7b2cYWZ3tGpK-AoQt8pZdVWIzeo3ymq6l4azKY_uBozYoSe3U9KGqXNmNUNSay7UG_9l2AvynU00HGZIzdFXaL-Y-NZNg-lah4iR66P_M/s400/DSCN1605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400333806904015954" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Altering pots is my thing. I throw them, trim them, and then soak it down before i do the altering. I roughly shape my vessel through altering when the clay is wet. When i alter i press and pull in broad motions. When i dart, i make sure the lines are straight, or curve at the same angles when i cut. it is import to dart at a wet stage, and build support underneath after i slip and score them back together. When my clay reaches leather hard, i begin adding on slabs and define the edges; taper in or out, round or sharp edges, thick edge to thin, most of my playing and problem solving takes place in the leather hard stage. My favorite tool is the rasp; i use it to obtain continuous curves, metal ribs to sharpen the edges, and then rubber ribs to clean up the surfaces.<br /><br /><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/wendanlin/THETHOUGHTBANK?authkey=Gv1sRgCIz90ue9s6jFYQ#slideshow/5383807479563586738">Slide show</a>wen danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522773070470131674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-38590426326912238852009-11-01T22:17:00.004-06:002009-11-01T22:42:37.492-06:00Monoprint<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOCrGNosrsM/Su5i3Lf6sQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UNKjvkHjW9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1556.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oOCrGNosrsM/Su5i3Lf6sQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UNKjvkHjW9Y/s320/IMG_1556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399361703382790402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In studio I have been working with mono-printing in clay. I start out with a blank plaster slab and add various under-glazes and slips. I then use a glaze pencil to add drawing elements. I also add oxides and pieces of clay to add more depth. Finally I pour slip over the plaster slab and wait for it become leather hard. In result all the components are printed on to the dried slip layer. <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/HartingWerdna/Monoprint?authkey=Gv1sRgCNu27qid37iKzgE#slideshow/5399354352904201730">Here</a> is a slide show of the entire process.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-72428740112796817942009-11-01T20:28:00.007-06:002009-11-02T01:17:50.552-06:00The secrets to my high releif project...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixV-uX4cBgtjaJpV6gd2mO2drebM8Wc9Zc_748FjAQ7-yx_lX48jJkiXo1lE1HCtPImNRRjDGy_vuz9P0Y2FT49aJEV4jBpi-zuSAjeHERHd7SXtRbWb6zT9zoRTRwkqviDweYSf2oC6ue/s1600-h/img_4261.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixV-uX4cBgtjaJpV6gd2mO2drebM8Wc9Zc_748FjAQ7-yx_lX48jJkiXo1lE1HCtPImNRRjDGy_vuz9P0Y2FT49aJEV4jBpi-zuSAjeHERHd7SXtRbWb6zT9zoRTRwkqviDweYSf2oC6ue/s320/img_4261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399401888773428690" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This semester I have been working on a series of high relief figurative wall tiles. These are more or less life size (big and heavy) and meant to play with an illusion of space. Figure sculpture is something relatively new to me and so my working process involves a lot of figuring it out along the way with editing and redesigning as I go along. I started out a with a firm concept and vision in mind but then went on to work somewhat <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">intuitively</span>. This takes awhile and what I create remains just as much a mystery to me as everyone else. To me this process is like riding a bicycle up a steep hill. Its hard work and you just keep your head down and peddle hard and its not too enjoyable, but then you reach the top and look down and think wow how the hell did I get way up here. How strange to create such personalities out of a lump of clay! Click <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/harmonychapman/HighReliefProcess#slideshow/5399389023435887858">here</a> to see my slide show of the wet work phases of this project.Harmony Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913233153506302767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-29890320695569024772009-10-30T17:51:00.007-05:002009-10-30T18:04:25.630-05:00High Relief Wall Piece<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2yWZlgWATMO7XQ75WDIdHqSdpbBQDu822DNfEJF-NQl2QKivIE060DSyCoIg6ZlKPYJfgV9TaNWifK3DISqVMiXAZ8FB9QJZQt38e6UGNlgBB54QFiDfehSoWMITWPumLqczVeQEJkLO/s1600-h/DSCN1966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2yWZlgWATMO7XQ75WDIdHqSdpbBQDu822DNfEJF-NQl2QKivIE060DSyCoIg6ZlKPYJfgV9TaNWifK3DISqVMiXAZ8FB9QJZQt38e6UGNlgBB54QFiDfehSoWMITWPumLqczVeQEJkLO/s320/DSCN1966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398529800605595074" border="0" /></a>My high relief tiles are three separate tiles that act as one large wall installation. These pieces are meant to emphasize the importance of the role of the predator, and its relationship to the rest of nature. The crests that surround them reference hunting, royalty, power, and legacy. The tiles that fit in between these pieces are images of the prey hunted by predators. Click <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ArielMurals/StudioProcess?authkey=Gv1sRgCJSTie3d486w0wE#slideshow/5396178736563526594">here</a> to see some images of this piece through the wetwork process and onto the final glazed form.<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Ariel Bowmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06005401374093562378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-91505884060333931142009-10-30T14:18:00.003-05:002009-10-30T14:36:09.725-05:00body casts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWC4kLtu6Q1yVo8A4xoAvvufbED9BLu82xEBW0h7nzbE7E0z0HVRDk_q7_uS7Xmr2-n3KxRwxh06kv3l9c6iBRQGITG6S4KET-9m5_ERaP9wvueFf8aIVx4NBBVaqaUuhQ6Zamfo17t8XY/s1600-h/midterm+09+114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWC4kLtu6Q1yVo8A4xoAvvufbED9BLu82xEBW0h7nzbE7E0z0HVRDk_q7_uS7Xmr2-n3KxRwxh06kv3l9c6iBRQGITG6S4KET-9m5_ERaP9wvueFf8aIVx4NBBVaqaUuhQ6Zamfo17t8XY/s320/midterm+09+114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398479045165370402" border="0" /></a><br />One of my current projects uses body castings. I started out by casting members of my family with plaster gauze, this produced the plaster negative of each chosen body section. after soaping the plaster gauze castings, I poured plaster into it to get the plaster positive of each part. Once I had the plaster positive I could proceed to make molds for slip. All in all, I have six molds: a shoulder/neck section, upper back, two knees- one including larger sections of the legs, mid-section, and an arm. <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lora518/ProgressWithMultipleMoldProject#slideshow/5398474533063154850">This</a> is my visual progress so far in a slideshow format.Lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09083385493874800459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-41847169099191058222009-10-29T20:55:00.003-05:002009-10-29T21:27:23.158-05:00Craft in America, LA<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNvqQcp3B9ga1QlZxWMsFf0SaKB7tx06GddIQlSyMpWeObKMlBNVVLrh5fxHbE42FRZUVCbiSv5PJb8lD7CDyuJUxhIzIldP4uK06kXROZlz7ocncjVaREDQktRLVH1uzGcv7rYOyXOc/s1600-h/IMG_1782.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjNvqQcp3B9ga1QlZxWMsFf0SaKB7tx06GddIQlSyMpWeObKMlBNVVLrh5fxHbE42FRZUVCbiSv5PJb8lD7CDyuJUxhIzIldP4uK06kXROZlz7ocncjVaREDQktRLVH1uzGcv7rYOyXOc/s320/IMG_1782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398208731621987394" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5joj_XD9ntaZN4PChjtvlE5O2_ZmheKkOBL4YNhjk7xV4gWSH4VXTvmGm8Avis5u48qL4qlulgUdSJvKW7cyQ2PZiucQpLdmAKG8dxlYQeeTSVG0VL3ksSMz6rSInJ2BIT6m_hPpT9A/s1600-h/IMG_1785.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5joj_XD9ntaZN4PChjtvlE5O2_ZmheKkOBL4YNhjk7xV4gWSH4VXTvmGm8Avis5u48qL4qlulgUdSJvKW7cyQ2PZiucQpLdmAKG8dxlYQeeTSVG0VL3ksSMz6rSInJ2BIT6m_hPpT9A/s320/IMG_1785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398208722608733202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwFOFgZzDjKRJFvBGi-52de1fNEzUlg0yfwWClh_LYNnSfXPND7zKuemtFHvvukb6-doY64Ce2v9bpgUvB59K1qlv0FOKOiT8CKFL5V_QjhBJ3ztmts9uIsMa7bTP5QaJUUnmGOnpa0A/s1600-h/IMG_1788.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHwFOFgZzDjKRJFvBGi-52de1fNEzUlg0yfwWClh_LYNnSfXPND7zKuemtFHvvukb6-doY64Ce2v9bpgUvB59K1qlv0FOKOiT8CKFL5V_QjhBJ3ztmts9uIsMa7bTP5QaJUUnmGOnpa0A/s320/IMG_1788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398208718593999202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnLMb-pPk0FCQ5FYJkGwjyWaeARx1B3D8crXPQ7_2fMPedlAdDpEGUZIUaXP90xC6ly_xNPnYpOrhkmIaaNqWdRG1Sds3Yx98nZMNQHFpfnaTK9ZiCteA0lB6oLHi6ukV5_r7Wna_j-o/s1600-h/IMG_1791.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnLMb-pPk0FCQ5FYJkGwjyWaeARx1B3D8crXPQ7_2fMPedlAdDpEGUZIUaXP90xC6ly_xNPnYpOrhkmIaaNqWdRG1Sds3Yx98nZMNQHFpfnaTK9ZiCteA0lB6oLHi6ukV5_r7Wna_j-o/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398208715075215922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWlWj37Pk1c8PYILIxS5E0QOypF43BoZYMTMJIoGHo_GloDlOK2q6X-x8KkvhuTxhYRoTkos_eTQTPnb0X2C2H6CaHIijtZ9G6WAdpwBN4X99RDKKo_r3_MrmtAXI1x9XVOqYUdQz5B0/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWlWj37Pk1c8PYILIxS5E0QOypF43BoZYMTMJIoGHo_GloDlOK2q6X-x8KkvhuTxhYRoTkos_eTQTPnb0X2C2H6CaHIijtZ9G6WAdpwBN4X99RDKKo_r3_MrmtAXI1x9XVOqYUdQz5B0/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398208710794901026" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Saturday night was the opening of the Craft in America KCAI ceramics exhibition in Los Angeles, CA. I was fortunate enough to be able to attend with KCAI alum Calder Kamin and Chair of the Ceramics Department Cary Esser representing the school.<br />The Craft in America Gallery space was opened just a few years ago by Carol Sauvion as an addition to her retail gallery "Free Hand" that she opened in 1980 in West Hollywood. The intimate space was perfect for the KCAI show and all the work looked amazing. There were many in attendance as Cary gave her lecture about the school and many questions afterward of people interested in the school's program.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-79212147591180882622009-10-05T21:08:00.003-05:002009-10-05T21:43:25.436-05:00Sundays at the Art MuseumBack when I was about five my Dad started taking me and my brother to the Art museum every Sunday. The reason for this is we both refused to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sunday</span> school at church, and the only other person who didn't go to church was my Dad meaning that we got dragged to the museum. At such a young age we had no interest in art so we just fooled around the whole time Dad looked at paintings. As I got older I started to take an interest in certain works of art, but never enough to tolerate a whole day of this. Soon me and my brother were old enough to look after ourselves and the visits for us came to a halt. Much later when I took my first art history class in community college did I realize that I really enjoyed looking at art, and now I had learned how to decipher a meaning from the work. My Dad at this point had still been visiting the museum every week, and so I decided to give it another shot. This time going to the <a href="http://stlouis.art.museum/emuseum/code/emuseum.asp?style=Browse&currentrecord=85&page=collection&profile=objects&searchdesc=European%20Art%20to%201800..........&newvalues=1&newpage=collections">St. Louis Art Museum</a> was very different I now had a critical eye and my dad now would take me through every detail of a painting down to the last brush stroke. I never was very good at two dimensional art, but now I understand it much better due to my dad's knowledge of painting. I don't know if these experiences directly effect the kind of work I do, but has had an effect on the way I feel about art and partly why I decided to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">pursue</span> a career in art.Nate Salvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12713312474917991714noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-11195933116774465272009-10-05T15:36:00.002-05:002009-10-05T16:29:34.766-05:00show and tell-imaginedThis past week all my plans were abruptly changed drastically and I found myself five hundred miles from where I thought I would be, at my grandmother's funeral. <br /><br />If this had not been the case, if I was in Kansas City on Wednesday, September the 30th, I would have attended the Show and Tell performance at the <a href="http://www.fishtanktheater.com/">Fishtank</a> performance studio.<br /><br />This is how I imagine the night would have gone:<br /><br />A few people who get up and show off new belongings: phones, children, etc.<br />A few people who share their past experience, a specific memory, or a place traveled.<br />A few people telling why they cherish a certain heirloom or a piece of trash they found in their neighbor's rubbish can.<br /><br />I would leave the theatre feeling saturated with nostalgia.<br /><br />What is so intriguing about these little stories, primarily unrelated to the grand scheme of life?<br />What if it was because they were the foundation to our lives. The small moments of joy, extreme sadness, or the broken toy you found on the ground right after you met someone who reshaped your life as you knew it.<br /><br />These stories we tell and listen to let us know that we are real, we are not alone.<br /><br /><br />Maybe<br /><br />I did attend a show and tell, just not the one on 1715 Wyandotte.<br />Many stories were told of when someone met my grandmother, of a utensil that she gave them and that they always think of her when they use it, the philosophies she instilled in her children, my mom, roadtrips they took with her, what her greatest fears were and how she overcame them, but most of all the love for her family.Lorahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09083385493874800459noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-57397888013426622102009-10-05T04:01:00.004-05:002009-10-05T05:07:19.658-05:00My artistic experiencewell... i was gonna write about hungary, but someone beat me to it. Honestly, i dont know what art is, let alone an "artistic experience", and yet, i am training to be an artist! o man, this person doesn't know what he's doing!<br /><br /><br />There is a difference between art and craft?!<br /><br />Artists make art, and what is an artist? KCAI community had taught me so much about being an artist, and this is what i learned: act weird, and not care about hygiene, because thats what artists do. Artists don't do crafts, if you make functional ware, you are a craftsman. Craftsman don't belong here because it is an Art school. Making beautiful work does not make you an artist; artists shoves meaning into their work, the more philosophical the better. Spending lots of time on one piece make it a good piece of art. Artists has to be different than everyone else; having similarity with someone else's work is a big no no, especially someone 10 generations ahead of you. If you do, people will say its "Boring", or "we've seen it before", you dont want that. Male artists can't have muscles, they will be considered as a jock if they do. If you follow everything above, you are an artist, and anything you make will be considered as art.<br /><br /><br />Is that really what artist is about?wen danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00522773070470131674noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-48496416499329625932009-10-05T01:11:00.060-05:002009-10-05T04:00:44.985-05:00Folk Pottery in Romania<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIx6zURfgllK8ejg9dSMYPtUO68LHFdB-G-l80_804kjGsoviqb6RB2pA2nOPDVNTd_TkvAZ_iDb5wyX8Fl_2ysaLUL881nAilbuvRW6UT61LlqQ670vKJNYrMTf1QtGMlMvfkpo_Oexg8/s1600-h/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+012+%28copy%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIx6zURfgllK8ejg9dSMYPtUO68LHFdB-G-l80_804kjGsoviqb6RB2pA2nOPDVNTd_TkvAZ_iDb5wyX8Fl_2ysaLUL881nAilbuvRW6UT61LlqQ670vKJNYrMTf1QtGMlMvfkpo_Oexg8/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+012+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389011136158603618" border="0" /></a> Last summer I had the pleasure of exploring Romania and a few of its famous <a href="http://members.cox.net/musae/ceramica-ceramics.htm">folk pottery villages</a>. How did I end up there? Well I had just finished my time at the <a href="http://icshu.org">International Ceramics Studio</a> in Hungary as part of the <a href="http://kcai.edu">Kansas City Art Institute</a> summer study abroad program and couldn't bear to be so close to Romania without taking a peek. Based off the sound advice of <a href="http://stevemattison.com">Steve <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mattison</span> of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ICS</span></a> I decided to head out into the "old world" to see how pottery has been done all along. Steve <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">suggested</span> the villages of <a href="http://ro.wikisource.org"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sacel</span></a> and <a href="http://ceramicamarginea.ro"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Marginea</span></a> and told me that it was relatively safe and cheap to travel around Romania. So armed with a rucksack, map and <a href="http://lonelyplanet.com/romania">lonely planet guide</a> I headed out on my own and decided to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hitchhike</span> (at times literally on horse drawn carts) to these pottery villages. As I wound my way through many of Romania's beautiful sights I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">overwhelmed</span> by the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">generosity</span> and kindness of the Romanian villagers who were all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">eager</span> and proud to show off their rich <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">heritage</span> of folk crafts still in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">existence</span> to this day.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWHGJ7amYT2K1aVkLBR8ObayFTzJb6Qsytpr2GxCtReBjG0A4ADnmtCprv13GS4uaujplvm1e7lwildp54JXy4Ui9bDkFW_A5Y2Bo9xIRnJVKPYkYgfdjAEi0jS7s77kIvxRf6hhxbb1c/s1600-h/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+014+%28copy%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaWHGJ7amYT2K1aVkLBR8ObayFTzJb6Qsytpr2GxCtReBjG0A4ADnmtCprv13GS4uaujplvm1e7lwildp54JXy4Ui9bDkFW_A5Y2Bo9xIRnJVKPYkYgfdjAEi0jS7s77kIvxRf6hhxbb1c/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+014+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389010569844228930" border="0" /></a><br />When I arrived in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Sacel</span> I asked an old woman where to find the ceramics and she led me through the narrow streets towards a workshop.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2NpFgBQnRxndxeaXlhz3tGOw23M179ktwcsOK9oE7t5QlYh9mkSyNkfl_IiVVzPSdfuKttuqE77hiaUHYb2-Xe36hxdnitgcpOWYaEUux3myoR9qWyOqEoNdcjy4e5_cWtsVsvluSLlL/s1600-h/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+139+%28copy%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2NpFgBQnRxndxeaXlhz3tGOw23M179ktwcsOK9oE7t5QlYh9mkSyNkfl_IiVVzPSdfuKttuqE77hiaUHYb2-Xe36hxdnitgcpOWYaEUux3myoR9qWyOqEoNdcjy4e5_cWtsVsvluSLlL/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+139+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389010449605711954" border="0" /></a>A pack of young children ran along with us and led me with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">excitement</span> to the door. Steve had told me that the workshop was led by a very old man but the door was opened by a young boy who appeared to be in charge. He managed to explain that he had taken over for his passed on grandfather and was now the 17<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">th</span> generation to be making the same traditional pots in this space.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpa6TGiQnncsBIRqYJJ6toWYc4K9l1z2aBH050ituJcsP83v8iuJOtOGwLHjJBaBWwqm2ItL68R7AdbWAx6scx5LYicBWdupBQnre-lekAHpzpdxBVzpSD24Q2K_SX9EnNXYAwQ91wZ2Ei/s1600-h/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+150+%28copy%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpa6TGiQnncsBIRqYJJ6toWYc4K9l1z2aBH050ituJcsP83v8iuJOtOGwLHjJBaBWwqm2ItL68R7AdbWAx6scx5LYicBWdupBQnre-lekAHpzpdxBVzpSD24Q2K_SX9EnNXYAwQ91wZ2Ei/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+150+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389010276457717186" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Sacel</span> is known for its red clay pots that are decorated very minimally. When I explained to the boy that I also worked with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">clay</span> he showed me around his work shop and had me try to throw a pot on his wheel. The wheel was a push wheel but rigged up to a motor that only went one fast speed. I managed to throw a nice pot (in a way that horrified the boy) but then lost it at the end because I couldn't slow the wheel down. A bit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">embarrassed</span>, I was a source of much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">amusement</span> to my audience of the old woman and pack of small children. In return I was quickly shown up by the boy who threw his bowl very rapidly with the precise hand gestures he had been taught by his grandfather so as to be able to replicate the same forms his family had been making for centuries. 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQA1kd-69JJkFqkF2pKbiINE-W-B5qZzz0bRHlAsvNvKyDoVipVRQdQwSpPNJ6y_t4-cuC8r2gSlCXA_N-6x0NLe04gxfbwjWqDli9kh-TTIm30vT2Gf-bnTcBhyphenhyphenP785tkliPIU1pk-CU4/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+337+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389006245681904290" border="0" /></a>Next I headed back to the road and hitched north through the mountains to the town of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Marginea</span> which is famous for it's special black pottery. This village was a bit more developed than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Sacel</span> and the ceramic workshop was a much bigger <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">operation</span>, right on the road and appeared to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">collectivised</span> rather than run by one family. I arrived on a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Sunday</span> and found the workshop empty and most of the employees out in the parking lot playing some sort of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">gambling</span> game. I was about to head on but took a rest on a bench out front of a house that happened to belong to the head of the workshop. "Ion" asked me where I was fro<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">m and</span> why I was on his bench and when I told him I was a Ceramic artist from America he got very excited and brought me back an old newspaper clipping. It was from years back when he and a group of Romanian potters were flown to America to be guest <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">demonstrators</span> at some ceramic universities. Due to the good time he had had as a visitor to America he took it upon himself to make me his guest of honor and show me a grand time in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Marginea</span>. This included an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">extensive</span> tour of the pottery workshop as well as meeting his mother (who ran an <a href="http://www.folkromania.com">old textile </a>museum), touring his neighbors and friends' traditional homes (who insisted on dressing me up) and drinking lots and lots of <a href="http://alibaba.com/countrysearch/RO-suppliers/vodka.html">vodka</a> with his best friend (who turned out to be a goat) while dancing away to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GgHoOi2VLAA"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">traditional</span> music</a> and <a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=58CJih1iYCO">Queen</a> hits at the local bar.<br /> So all and all good times were had by all in this cross cultural artists exchange. This trip taught me the importance of connecting to the roots of the craft that you pursue and also how the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">shared</span> love of a craft can connect us across language and cultural <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">divides</span>. Pottery villages such as the ones I discovered in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Sacel</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Marginea</span> have endured for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">centuries</span> but are rapidly dieing out. It's important for the excellence and dedication of these pottery workshops to be documented and rightfully admired. It was life changing for me to be able to visit these places and I hope in the future there will be more programs that create the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">opportunity</span> for students like me to connect to the strong folk craft roots of other cultures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5inn7ToKvVnDxWQDW1SVmOw1yLHfbJxFva_sAcB2sxPh6qduv5qIs-pSyJPhuG66vKLRJ7220lS_HLs68T8FoKzFQVko4_IiAoVe7tqagFA3EGRzU3uaCTcLuvm5m6GgNfiHdh8xTMeP/s1600-h/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+336+%28copy%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5inn7ToKvVnDxWQDW1SVmOw1yLHfbJxFva_sAcB2sxPh6qduv5qIs-pSyJPhuG66vKLRJ7220lS_HLs68T8FoKzFQVko4_IiAoVe7tqagFA3EGRzU3uaCTcLuvm5m6GgNfiHdh8xTMeP/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+336+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389005858720945922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixniDRFOI8W3DKo7JxbT0SF52xOi2j0EXd8J62MjmT14SELDpjAfsFs3-BNF43Vt-TEtcvY9-_Igreqni0l2Kr4aT24JLRI8G4Ro6h2a_qlPSaIYwLX6fEInFxq5WxVybzr_eb3Ww4utar/s1600-h/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+360+%28copy%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixniDRFOI8W3DKo7JxbT0SF52xOi2j0EXd8J62MjmT14SELDpjAfsFs3-BNF43Vt-TEtcvY9-_Igreqni0l2Kr4aT24JLRI8G4Ro6h2a_qlPSaIYwLX6fEInFxq5WxVybzr_eb3Ww4utar/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+360+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389005559080433730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxwpT7J2IrAC5G5my0DyBET8FtVDIBPGXmYNpSes8288JNftqeQmKbHHsojBy-ezWRytmyN4L7BPBdy3Mg8RUg7-ueVjKBxsOPaENSef3gU5y75qf2rRaFWRslXzLO49QjKxDp4rVk6l_/s1600-h/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+338+%28copy%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxwpT7J2IrAC5G5my0DyBET8FtVDIBPGXmYNpSes8288JNftqeQmKbHHsojBy-ezWRytmyN4L7BPBdy3Mg8RUg7-ueVjKBxsOPaENSef3gU5y75qf2rRaFWRslXzLO49QjKxDp4rVk6l_/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+338+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389005412783698018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRJGy9vN9PNPppmX0tbpC2mNkSt0gsRjoHeKhKFus_9E1usy42NlAlKrHE72XIZ61OotSl0hYxO-XURTwxZvOwyT18DJC2YgWH3kuD1HRwcmpWlkPXyLYCNAIQo-hOURQt8lZTikKq6cP/s1600-h/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+364+%28copy%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRJGy9vN9PNPppmX0tbpC2mNkSt0gsRjoHeKhKFus_9E1usy42NlAlKrHE72XIZ61OotSl0hYxO-XURTwxZvOwyT18DJC2YgWH3kuD1HRwcmpWlkPXyLYCNAIQo-hOURQt8lZTikKq6cP/s200/Romaniasighetbeyondtomarginia+364+%28copy%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389005205879262962" border="0" /></a>Harmony Chapmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16913233153506302767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-14429719649626416462009-10-04T23:27:00.004-05:002009-10-05T14:39:38.401-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOCrGNosrsM/SspLMsvhCbI/AAAAAAAAADA/i9phgdV6H8A/s1600-h/img_0183.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oOCrGNosrsM/SspLMsvhCbI/AAAAAAAAADA/i9phgdV6H8A/s320/img_0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389202585643190706" border="0" /></a><br />It was weird but, never in a million years would I have ever thought I would be where I am today. I feel like when I came to the Kansas City Art Institute I was on this single track to becoming an illustrator. I would find out soon after starting freshman year that this would not be the case. If there is not an illustration department anymore what should I do? I looked and found exactly what I was looking for. It was at the end of semester ceramics show and on that night I guess I just made my mind...<br /><br />Honestly I had felt like I made a mistake. I had been in this department for a year and I still felt like I had no idea what I wanted to be making. I mean everything sophomore year had been assignment based. When I looked back on my work from that year everything just looked like a bunch of experiments. Some things looked good but, not what in my mind I would consider a finished piece or anything I would be proud to say was my work. Needless to say at the end of the spring semester last year I was unhappy with my choice of direction. And I was even more worried because I was heading to Hungary and I had zero ideas of what I wanted to make or do while I was there.<br /><br />So, I left, was on a plain for twenty-two hours and landed right in Budapest. Jet lag recovery for several days and I was at the <a href="http://www.icshu.org/">international ceramics studio</a>. Still no ideas and now I'm pretty worried. But, then it just came out of the blue. It happened while I was learning to work on the plaster wheel. It just felt like I knew what I was doing. And for my first time on the wheel I felt like I had made a successful form and a wonderful mold. After that it was like a weight of my chest I stated sketching again and I knew what I wanted to do.<br /><br />I like making molds and I like working with plaster. I guess that is what I liked from the start. Here is a link to my <a href="http://andrewharting.blogspot.com/">blog </a>where I included some pictures of my plaster wheel experience.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2846377340371327048.post-58782592545686056012009-10-04T22:13:00.003-05:002009-10-05T00:33:26.416-05:00New Work from PolandSo Marek just sent me a link to his new exhibit called "Natura" in Poland. I was helping him with a few of the products and saw most of them from start to finish although there are some new ones.<br />ps. i made the molds for "Rock and Salt"<br /><br />Copy/Paste this link in a new tab.<br /><br />http://docs.google.com/gview?a=v&pid=gmail&attid=0.1&thid=124178514031707c&mt=application%2Fpdf&url=http%3A%2F%2Fmail.google.com%2Fmail%2F%3Fui%3D2%26ik%3Df05efce958%26view%3Datt%26th%3D124178514031707c%26attid%3D0.1%26disp%3Dattd%26zw&sig=AHBy-hZjW3QKJ8t3E-LdvQg0qr-IWzjzGQ&pli=1Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0