I have to use music for my portfolio as it reflects who I am and how I interact with life. Every event, every emotion I experience is tied back to music. I could not present my folio without acknowledging it. Music and my creative self: sometimes it aids that side to come forth; sometimes it inspires me; and sometimes it directs me. This time it aids and inspires, just trying to pick from the right piece of music (from the hundreds I have been listening to recently), I find songs that direct new ideas. There is never enough time.
Music helps frame the world for me.
Takes me on a journey with self.
It inspires and comforts me.
Creates reflections and windows.
It is a scream and a whisper.
It makes me laugh and makes me cry.
It is the poetry that I read.
The words that speak to me.
A soul connection.
A way out, a way in.
It amerces me.
I close my eyes and watch the pictures dance across my lids
I let it cover me.
It pours over me, flooding my being.
My everlasting companion.
- Tempest -
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
My response to Mike & Doug Starn - aka The Starn Twins
I am imagining how my attitude to my public transport journey would change if it took me to such a station. Their work 'See it split, See it change', at the South Ferry Station is magnificent. A glorious thought to think of how their work would lift the spirits of those that grace the same space as it.
There is now a new psychological condition called something like Nature deficit disorder, because of the fact that so many people live their lives surrounded by concrete and steel. Never connecting to the earth, never walking bare foot, or feeling bark against their skin. Instead completing removed from nature, with even the stars missing from the city sky. This work puts at least the thought of nature into the most unlikely of places. Wonderful.
'See it split, See it change', By the Starn Twins, at the South Ferry Station America
from http://www.starnstudio.com/MTA_SF.html
Response to other work by the Starn Twins
'Attracted to light' by The Starn Twins, found at http://www.starnstudio.com/
I love their work 'Attracted to light' and 'Structure of thought'. I felt that the viewing experience was heightened by the way they chose to show their work: the immense size of the work dominates. The thin, fragile quality of the stained photo paper creates anxiety; the rough quality of the sides of the numerous panels adds an edgy feel. I see images of the opening credits of the movie 'Se7en' (seven), and hear Nine Inch Nails - when I look at this series.
Photos that could have felt very different, even light, now feel sinister and tainted. This is so much more added to the work this way, taken beyond the simple subject matter itself and the work is more powerful for it.
'Structure of thought' by The Starn Twins, found at http://www.starnstudio.com/
There is now a new psychological condition called something like Nature deficit disorder, because of the fact that so many people live their lives surrounded by concrete and steel. Never connecting to the earth, never walking bare foot, or feeling bark against their skin. Instead completing removed from nature, with even the stars missing from the city sky. This work puts at least the thought of nature into the most unlikely of places. Wonderful.
'See it split, See it change', By the Starn Twins, at the South Ferry Station America
from http://www.starnstudio.com/MTA_SF.html
Response to other work by the Starn Twins
'Attracted to light' by The Starn Twins, found at http://www.starnstudio.com/
I love their work 'Attracted to light' and 'Structure of thought'. I felt that the viewing experience was heightened by the way they chose to show their work: the immense size of the work dominates. The thin, fragile quality of the stained photo paper creates anxiety; the rough quality of the sides of the numerous panels adds an edgy feel. I see images of the opening credits of the movie 'Se7en' (seven), and hear Nine Inch Nails - when I look at this series.
Photos that could have felt very different, even light, now feel sinister and tainted. This is so much more added to the work this way, taken beyond the simple subject matter itself and the work is more powerful for it.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
After taking over 800 photos so far this semester I have found that there are ideas coming up from the depth, making their way through the weight of the number.
Snake Valley has had two consuming fires in the last decade, and the traces of its touch can still be seen throughout my parents’ forty acres of bushland. Black Saturday has changed the way we all view bushfires and I am no different. King Lake was were my parents meet, where I became, and where I lived out my early years along with my four siblings. The house we once lived in is gone now, along with so much more. Family friends were lucky to survive with their lives but not all with their homes.
The bush no longer feels so tranquil for many. The scar runs so deep, the loss so great that time can never hope to remove its trace. They lies a reminder in the mind, heart and body of the land and its inhabitants. The humans and animals affected are too raw a subject matter for me, but I do find myself drawn to the land. I feel that it shows us that the healing of trauma is possible. That although traces remain new growth can occur. From negative, positive can be found. The power in the will to continue is strong, new life will occur from the blackness. Hope still resides in what remains.
Snake Valley has had two consuming fires in the last decade, and the traces of its touch can still be seen throughout my parents’ forty acres of bushland. Black Saturday has changed the way we all view bushfires and I am no different. King Lake was were my parents meet, where I became, and where I lived out my early years along with my four siblings. The house we once lived in is gone now, along with so much more. Family friends were lucky to survive with their lives but not all with their homes.
The bush no longer feels so tranquil for many. The scar runs so deep, the loss so great that time can never hope to remove its trace. They lies a reminder in the mind, heart and body of the land and its inhabitants. The humans and animals affected are too raw a subject matter for me, but I do find myself drawn to the land. I feel that it shows us that the healing of trauma is possible. That although traces remain new growth can occur. From negative, positive can be found. The power in the will to continue is strong, new life will occur from the blackness. Hope still resides in what remains.
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