concentration.
a calm torture.
The central idea of my concentration is to portray this feeling of being entrapped in nature, while also being mentally captured in the mind – two environments humans can escape through. The main objective is to depict emotions of worthlessness, anxiety, or pain. But, as the ideas progressed, a sentiment of calm torture was revealed. A peace exhibited through the body expressions along with a sense of suffering as if the human accepted the fate of being imprisoned in this phenomenon of nature.
I wanted to grasp the concept of the human body being consumed by nature, while also being swallowed up by this unknown emptiness that represents the mind. The pieces of my concentration truly represent the desire of extinct negativity that continues to invade the body. As my pieces progress, values start to fade, and more negative space start to show to where it almost looks blank. This is the emptiness. To provoke this emotion, I detailed some of my drawings (such as #8, #9, #11, and #12) very little to enhance a sense of questioning, confusion and a will for more. The pieces in my concentration truly demonstrate the exploration of my idea, but I also believe it sheds light to the struggling 'lack of'. Concentration #1 is visibly a piece that isn't faded and is detailed. But I yearned this feeling of something 'being missing'. Again, I dared to magnified this idea of confusion well as story telling. Nature and the body are two forces that should joined. Emptiness and entrapment as well. Peace at mind is also embedded into my idea. Concentration(s) #1, 2, 3, and 9 are works that reveal the face which harbors not an expression of fear, but tranquil. This confinement held this need to be accepted into this emptiness. My work led on this thought that being enclosed wouldn't be an agonizing process, but a slow lovely suffering.
breadth.
art show bio.
I am not going to bluff. I did not plop out of my mother’s womb as the next Raphael, holding a pencil at the age of 3 months believing that I was destined to be an artist. Art will forever be embedded in my bone marrow, but this passion, this DRIVE would have never ignited without this class. I WILL put a lick of my own tasty zestiness into every footstep I take to pursuing my dreams - which is not starve to death - but to also be me. Being yourself is a cliche thing, crazy right? But, being yourself is what makes art a thing of wonder. To me...art is emotion. Art’s a punch in the gut, a warm drip of chocolate, or quite possibly a glob of peanut butter stuck on the roof of your mouth. Now, all terrible metaphors aside, art shouldn’t be just art. It should be more than that. And my scheme for the years to come is to release myself...and make creations until the wrinkles in my brain melt. I’ll discover the its and bits of my mind and hey, I’ll probably end up exploring yours too! Catch me on the corner, I’ll draw you. One cent a piece.
reflection.
I can’t put to words how much appreciation I have for this class. since middle school, I never had the confidence that I was good. I was told I was a good drawer, but was questioned on why I never completed my pieces. I always had teachers tell me I was good enough, but never help, guide or encourage me to be at my full potential. Instead, they wonder why I never finished. I was a victim to time. I wasn’t a slacker. Time was important, but detail was as well. when I got to apex and took drawing, I had no confidence and I was a bit scared. scared that I hadn’t reached my full potential that I believed I had. I knew how to shade, apply value and draw hands which is challenging to most people. but, I didn’t know what I should have known. and mrs.rossi taught me that I did have the skills, and she added on to that and I haven’t thanked her enough. while being in art 4 and ap art, I had been surrounded by so many supportive, enthusiastic people that had such an impact on how I view art, myself, other fellow artist. they unintentionally taught me that art isn’t just applying principles of design and making sure everything is absolutely perfect. but, one thing most of all...is that they knew the struggle and didn’t see there judging which is what I’m most used to. they were there for me, and I will dare to say in my antisocial introverted self…they are the best people I’ve ever met. I can’t wait grow. I’m already planted. I’m going to bloom.