Sunday, September 20, 2009

"The Surrond"

1. In studio: When I came in for the first class this semester, I found my shelf cleaned off, and my clay, bone dry, in chunks. Instead of being upset by the loss of aged porcelain, I realized the possibilities contained within the dried pieces. I thought of how ancient peoples carved many of the things they made, and of how soft the porcelain I had on hand was. I have a great many thought behind this project, but I cant seem to make a single, cohesive thought to sum it up. Here is what I have written in my sketchbook:
-idea of time decreasing, then adding value to an object (vintage/antique/old/worn out)
-recycling vs. putting things on display/preservation: if we continue saving everything, we will eventually run out of resources
-trash may last a long time, but it returns to the earth, creating new resources, etc, as does something recycled many times over, but by preserving things we stop this natural process
-would melting down ancient pieces of metal make it more readily available in today's society? decrease their value?
-humans are the only species that save old things to this extent. animals may hold a place as valuable, like elephants with their graveyards, but they do not cling to objects.
-basic recycling of dried out clay has saved it from being thrown away, but is it now removed from the cycle entirely from the cycle? preserved?
-animals represent ancient artifacts/idols found preserved in temples, and difference between animals and humans practices of recycling.
-if we continue to preserving EVERYTHING, will archaeologists eventually run out of things to discover? level of preservation in society. versus examples in Pompeii, egypt, etc, where technology could not preserve everything permanently.

2. dream..... dream.... you know, I haven't dreamed in a good while. When I do dream, it is always very surreal, but many of them contain a sense of recognition from people I feel like i really know, of places I have been, despite the knowledge that nothing is as it is in reality.
3. When I was young, and still did not understand the importance of visiting museums, hence, complained quite a lot, my parents took me to see one of Dale Chihuly's exhibits. One of the pieces was a huge collection of blown glass surrounding an entire room, with a glass panel as the floor so that the viewer could stand, completely surronded by the colors and forms the glass created. I was young enough that i do not remember where it was, how old I was, where we were living, or, until I asked my parents recently, the artist's name. I did, however, remember the feeling of standing in this room, similar to looking up at a starry night, a part of something bigger, yet, completely insignificant.


1 comment:

    I love Dale Chihuly. I've seen his work MANY times, and think he is the shit. YES.

    As far as our first critique goes, I really loved the pieces you produced. I'll admit I wasn't crazy about the setup you presented them in, the fake flowers and whatnot, but I understand the format you were attempting to display them in.

    as far as discussing the ceramic work, I really, really enjoyed not only your detail work but the glaze work. very native figurines, the texture and coloring remind me so much of religious figurines of ancient African(?) tribes, maybe even Native American? Nonetheless, created beautifully and glazed exceptionally