Wayne, my question for you is the following:
How strongly does the composition draw from the inference of the object as a tile? and what affect do you believe the unaccompanied square form has on a viewer? Lastly, can a narrative be created between one of your other multi-tile works and the singularity of the piece in the gallery?
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Elliott
Today was like every other day. You wake up, take a shower, go to class, go to lunch, go to class again, go to dinner, go to class again, shower one more time and go to bed. All doomed to repeat again tomorrow. A monotonous repetition of eating and class, showering and sleeping. Day after day I hear the same sounds of "Hi Elliott" and I see the same faces passing by. Smell the usual stinky roommate (not Adam) and taste the usual greasy pizza. Feeling as though I'm in a constant repeat cycle.
Alexis
I finally got around to washing my dishes from the past two days this evening. I'm one class act. Anyway among those dishes was a bowl that my mom made a few years ago. She brought it home one day and I picked it up and said ' what? whoah... can I have this?' so she says to me 'sure', but she didn't really see the alure.
I think its great though, and sometimes when I unpack it or wash it or eat out of it I go into a kind of trance, accidental like. It starts out I'm just looking at it, and it turns out I'm looking at it. It's not a special shape (other than the fact that it holds the perfect amount of soup or cereal and fits nicely in my hands- I've decided it was subconciously made for me)but the glaze is fantastic. The colors range from this heavenly off white that ought to be the color of my wedding dress if that day should come, to this deeep midnight blue tinged with deeep red and purple that drives me crazy, I'd like to swim in it. In between there is this sort of seafoam green you generally see in bathroom decor (which I usually hate but in context of the bowl I like), so many different melty light blues, different shades of beige and light greyish purple (kind of like dry and wet sand at twilight- my most favorite time of day). All these colors run together in sort of surprising ways, and there are parts that I always get hung up on because I don't know how they happened and they look so great. They just make your eyes feel good. Theres also these little tiny crystals that pop up when you pay attention, and if theres one thing I love its little tiny crystals that pop up when you pay attention.
Every now and again I show it to someone who is into ceramics or painting and I say 'isn't this great' and they look at it, they don't even pick it up, they shrug their shoulders and say 'yeah, it's alright, I guess....'
Nobody sees the alure. I don't get it.
I think its great though, and sometimes when I unpack it or wash it or eat out of it I go into a kind of trance, accidental like. It starts out I'm just looking at it, and it turns out I'm looking at it. It's not a special shape (other than the fact that it holds the perfect amount of soup or cereal and fits nicely in my hands- I've decided it was subconciously made for me)but the glaze is fantastic. The colors range from this heavenly off white that ought to be the color of my wedding dress if that day should come, to this deeep midnight blue tinged with deeep red and purple that drives me crazy, I'd like to swim in it. In between there is this sort of seafoam green you generally see in bathroom decor (which I usually hate but in context of the bowl I like), so many different melty light blues, different shades of beige and light greyish purple (kind of like dry and wet sand at twilight- my most favorite time of day). All these colors run together in sort of surprising ways, and there are parts that I always get hung up on because I don't know how they happened and they look so great. They just make your eyes feel good. Theres also these little tiny crystals that pop up when you pay attention, and if theres one thing I love its little tiny crystals that pop up when you pay attention.
Every now and again I show it to someone who is into ceramics or painting and I say 'isn't this great' and they look at it, they don't even pick it up, they shrug their shoulders and say 'yeah, it's alright, I guess....'
Nobody sees the alure. I don't get it.
Something New By Adam Biggar
Powell dinning hall, amongst the buzzing laughter and talking were the massively long lines that wait to greet me every time I come in. While weaving in and out of the growing queues, I spotted something new in the dinning hall's arrangement of usually disgusting array of food. Italian sausage was standing out from the swirling vortex of grease and grime. I thought to myself, "How could one screw up sausage??" So along with my sausage, I took a fluffy pre-baked bun and fries. Along with that I grabbed a tall glass of chocolate milk, and fruit punch gatorade, which when I was pouring the sweetness filled the air. As I took my seat, before I knew it I had scarfed down the fries, I could hardly taste them. Then as I bit into my sausage the spices filled my mouth, I haven't tasted anything this good in the dinning hall in a long time. Washing that down was the gatorade, followed shortly by the chocolate milk. Which was awesome none the less.
Cindi Kelly and the Curious George lunch
My husband started weight watchers yesterday. What does that mean for me? I suppose that I will have to plan ahead and get lunch ready in the mornings now. For Rick, tuna sandwich equaling I believe 8 points. For me a banana with peanut butter. Points? Who cares. I look at my banana and try to name the brown color that it has become. Burnt umber with a little ochre mixed in. Not black yet. The brown doesn't bother me because I know the banana will be that much sweeter. I palpate gently for bruises and feel none. Yay. Pulling the peel away from the banana, I feel the slight stickiness of ripeness. It smells good. I like bananas. Retrieving my plastic knife from my dirty coat pocket I cut my banana lengthwise. Opening the container that I brought peanut butter in, the knife cuts through it and spreads the banana with PB. Then I squish the 2 halves back together. Now to enjoy my creation. It tastes sweet and nutty. My hands are needing a napkin. The combination of sticky and smooth makes my mouth happy. My body knows that this is a good thing. Protein, potassium, and sugar. Oh yeah.
Nick
sunday from 5:20-5:55
At midday the next day I'm swayed by a recollection. In the snow I see a reflection of the sunset. Similar shades played games on the horizon. I was moving a car, glad to keep my eyes on it. Lasted long than expected. Upon further inspection, I'd lost my mind to introspection. A familiar spectrum of color. I was smothered and infatuated; a lover decapitated. So I rolled down the window to wake up.
At midday the next day I'm swayed by a recollection. In the snow I see a reflection of the sunset. Similar shades played games on the horizon. I was moving a car, glad to keep my eyes on it. Lasted long than expected. Upon further inspection, I'd lost my mind to introspection. A familiar spectrum of color. I was smothered and infatuated; a lover decapitated. So I rolled down the window to wake up.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Katherine Lin
I ordered chicken tenders and french fries from Lil' Alf for lunch. Not particularly in love with fast food but I tend to get it when feel the need of happiness. I've been trying to eat lighter lately, guess that's why the chicken tenders tasted quite salty for me. Though I still got B.B.Q. sauce and mustard.
Ate half of it before class and left the box on Adam's table, while I was cleaning my table for the collection. Adam came in, so I moved it to one of the other handbuilding class's table. Someone came in, worked there and kept frowning at my lunch box. That distracted me a little during class. (later I put it on a cart next to my work station, it turned out that's Elliot's cart. I'm sorry...)
I got hungry around the time handbuilding class ended. Then realized that I didn't close the mustard's cap. I imagined how much clay dust entered it. But then I probably had eaten / inhaled a lot already.
So I dipped my french fries with mustard, while trying to avoid the clay dust that's very likely already in my stomach and lungs.
It was a little disturbing to think of that while eating but the chicken tenders and fries were still good.
Ate half of it before class and left the box on Adam's table, while I was cleaning my table for the collection. Adam came in, so I moved it to one of the other handbuilding class's table. Someone came in, worked there and kept frowning at my lunch box. That distracted me a little during class. (later I put it on a cart next to my work station, it turned out that's Elliot's cart. I'm sorry...)
I got hungry around the time handbuilding class ended. Then realized that I didn't close the mustard's cap. I imagined how much clay dust entered it. But then I probably had eaten / inhaled a lot already.
So I dipped my french fries with mustard, while trying to avoid the clay dust that's very likely already in my stomach and lungs.
It was a little disturbing to think of that while eating but the chicken tenders and fries were still good.
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