Emma

asparagus:

Art & Idea’s over…..

:(

I am very sad.

I am an artist (studying art in school)

I am an artist.  Art is not something to play with. It is not a joke.  It is not a toy.  It is real, 100% alive.  You need to devote time to it, which is why going to school for art.  You can commit your entire self to it. When art is put in the place of school it is finally in it’s proper place.  Art needs to have a position of power and authority.  Taking art along with Math or English is not just a good idea but anything else would be a bad idea.

The immensity of life is reflected in the immensity of art.  Trying to grasp or even hold onto a piece of that is almost impossible.  Going to art school gives you a better chance of succeeding as an artist, holding on and understand art and life.  If you make art alone you can only get so far.  You need to learn to appreciate other artists work and build off of them.  You need people to bounce off of, imitate, copy.  You need to be seeing art that affects you more than your art ever can.  School is a social place.  Art is a social thing.  

I need to stop splitting my attention between so many things.  I can’t focus and I waste my time.  I don’t know how to say goodbye to parts of my life.  There are so many things I feel passionate about, bring me joy, and I love.  I whole heartedly wish that I could go to art school, but I can’t.  I can’t close myself into one are of study, I would feel glued to the ground.  What makes me an artist is my curiosity and endless love, forcing me to do one thing would only push me backwards.  I want to be an artist so badly.  Studying art in school will make that possible.  I can’t study art in school.  I need to be an artist.  I am an artist.

Emma’s ” I am an artist 4 (artist statement)”

I am an artist. My relationship with cray pas is rather strange.  When I first took the medium in my hand I almost pretended I knew what I was doing.  This set of 4 or 5 drawings that I made for Life drawing were the beginning of an artist era for me.  The cray pas era.  I took the tool in my hand and just went at the piece of paper.  I was not really sure what I was doing, I had never been taught of a technique or seen a lot of examples.  I just threw the oil substance on the paper, letting my conscious take over, grabbing random colors.  With the full body nude drawing I tried to hatch a little, make the form up of small squares of color.  I almost feel like I a cheating.  Tom says I’m good with cray pas, Karl says I’m good with cray pas, but what they don’t know is that I don’t have a clue what I am doing.  I have only done about 15 cray pas drawings.  They are extraordinarily inconsistent,  and I try a different technique on each.  I tell myself that I know what I am doing too. I lie to make it easier and when I don’t produce a brilliant piece of work, I blame time. 

Whenever I make art, regardless of what it is,  I have this secret desire to make it “beautiful”.  I have this desire even more so when I’m drawing myself.  

NOT FINISHED!!!!!!

Emma’s ” I am an artist 3 (manifesto)”

I am an artist.  I make art in an attempt to make people feel.  To make them realize the beauty and sensuality of life.  To pull and push hearts right out of chests, so people may squeeze them and know what pours out.

            If we were without the ability to create, we would collapse.  You must make things, it gives purpose, it gives meaning.  If you go about life without looking at it as something more than it is, you will be blind.  You must see the inside of something, and if that requires you to create it, you must.  If no one created art, there would be no spark, nothing to wake up our spirits and tickle our souls. A world without artists? Boring and almost unbearable.

Try to consider your life without any art.  No paintings or drawings or photos on the walls.  No movies to see or comics to read.  No books or poems to read.  No plays or dance or concerts to watch.  No music to lull you to sleep at night or to dance to.  No interesting clothing or hair styles to try.  This is just life without art for the non artists (if they exist, I’ve never met one), consider it for the artists.

Art shows us the brilliance of man kind.  Keeping the secret of life’s virtuosity would have us so curious we most likely would not function.  So desperate to see what’s in the box, that we can’t focus or look at anything but it’s shiny lock.  I want to be able to calm and caress mankind.  They need me and my peers.  Without artists you may well explode.  I must make art, for all of us.  I am an artist.

Mostly positive artmaking! ERB

I am an artist.  I have felt much this way early in my senior year during Self Portrait class.  I began slightly up on my feet for I had already done a reduced drawing before and none of my other classmates had.  I carefully taped all four edges of my paper, evenly, so if my drawing at least it was on a beautiful format.

I began with the nose, right in the center of the page.  I hoped to make this drawing true to form and tone, so I went slowly.  I had a hard time staying slow, I was impatient, but for the most part I remained steady.  Every time I felt as though it didn’t look good I would immediately throw down more charcoal, hoping that contrast would be the secret.

At the end of the first day, I felt immensely good about my start, I had an entire figure down and it looked pretty good.  I tried to be humble so my classmates wouldn’t see me as cocky, but it was difficult.   I was very proud.  With the feeling of satisfaction on my shoulders every line I put down looked good, seemed right, made me an artist.  It seemed as though I had hit upon something, this was what it felt like to be an artist, to have some talent. Special to that day was the feeling that I could make it better, that with time, I had the ability to create something.

The unfortunate side of my positive art making experience is I still felt the need to compare myself to others and put them down to make myself feel good.  However, that is currently a large portion of what makes me feel good about myself and my art.  That day when I felt good about my drawing, I only felt good about it when I didn’t think any of the others were better, once I saw a good one, the satisfaction was mostly gone.  I am an occasionally satisfied artist.  I am an artist.

This is who I have, it’s not everyone but it’s a bunch

Justdance

sweetpotatofries

levitateme

Jink

Fierybetty

quadratichappens

mnicknack

asparagus

edamamelvis

GROWN UPS

artandidea

mrapricot

unfoldingobject

mrapricot

mrapricot:

this is my second try first one froze teh computer when I hit spell check

blog sit elooks great   many interesting wierd things to look at and ponder

sorry about poor typing but I’m sur eyou all can handle it

asignments

8/12 as always

1 page paper describing in detail a positive art making experience  more about what  how and where less about why

art for profit starts on monday so prepare to sell  you will have about 10 days

Don’t forget to make and send a postcard to post secret!

-Emma

Random quote that makes me think about art…

“I would only believe in a god who could dance” Nietzsche