Finished art was critiqued in class!
Mar. 29th, 2013 05:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
splinteredstarIt was an interesting experience. First, though, photos.
I thought I was done, so I put it out in the hall. Also forgot to take my flash off. It's kind of a crap photo.
This is when I was actually done (the extra wires being added in a frantic "wait-I-have-an-idea" rush before class) and actually managed to get a decent photo.
The rest are just close ups at various angles.
I really like how the scratched away paint worked out. Totally accidental, and I wasn't planning on keeping it, but it looked too cool not to.
The paint on the bottom was accidental too. Was gonna make it flat black, but I put thin coats on it and decided that hey, the grain showing was kinda cool. So I went with it.
It's been that kind of a project.
I was terrified that it wasn't going to hold up, but it worked out. I'm kind of amazed.
My piece was the second to be talked about. I put my title next to it and shut up while people talked about my work. Which was one of the weirder experiences I've had lately.
People seemed to understand it, which was awesome. They also thought it was kind of creepy, which, well, happens. They read it as creepier than I had, but their understanding made sense. They read in things like torture, leeching the life out of something, beauty torn and caged.
All of which were things that I had meant, but building it.... I had seen the implications distantly, sterile and tame in my hands. Which is part of why I write and part of why I build such creepy fucking thing sometimes - to take control of the things in my head, to make them into something safe. (The rest of the time it's because I think whatever it is looks cool.) But at the same time....
It was kind of a...magical thing, really. People looking at this thing I had made and making their own meaning - not finding it, not reading it like it was a message in code. They constructed it themselves, using the pieces of plaster and wire that I had made and using them as a jumping off point for something fascinating, in directions I had never imagined.
Apparently from the right angle, the top piece looks like the torso of a woman. Which changes the piece into a much more interesting one than I had aimed for. It's like fanfiction - honoring the original, and doing so by using it to make something new.
I think I might have stumbled onto a part of what makes art beautiful, what makes it important - the idea that it's not something you view, it's something that is made every time it's viewed. The viewer and the artist working in sequence to make something the world has never seen before, meaning created anew in every reaction of person to person.
I thought I was done, so I put it out in the hall. Also forgot to take my flash off. It's kind of a crap photo.
This is when I was actually done (the extra wires being added in a frantic "wait-I-have-an-idea" rush before class) and actually managed to get a decent photo.
The rest are just close ups at various angles.
I really like how the scratched away paint worked out. Totally accidental, and I wasn't planning on keeping it, but it looked too cool not to.
The paint on the bottom was accidental too. Was gonna make it flat black, but I put thin coats on it and decided that hey, the grain showing was kinda cool. So I went with it.
It's been that kind of a project.
I was terrified that it wasn't going to hold up, but it worked out. I'm kind of amazed.
My piece was the second to be talked about. I put my title next to it and shut up while people talked about my work. Which was one of the weirder experiences I've had lately.
People seemed to understand it, which was awesome. They also thought it was kind of creepy, which, well, happens. They read it as creepier than I had, but their understanding made sense. They read in things like torture, leeching the life out of something, beauty torn and caged.
All of which were things that I had meant, but building it.... I had seen the implications distantly, sterile and tame in my hands. Which is part of why I write and part of why I build such creepy fucking thing sometimes - to take control of the things in my head, to make them into something safe. (The rest of the time it's because I think whatever it is looks cool.) But at the same time....
It was kind of a...magical thing, really. People looking at this thing I had made and making their own meaning - not finding it, not reading it like it was a message in code. They constructed it themselves, using the pieces of plaster and wire that I had made and using them as a jumping off point for something fascinating, in directions I had never imagined.
Apparently from the right angle, the top piece looks like the torso of a woman. Which changes the piece into a much more interesting one than I had aimed for. It's like fanfiction - honoring the original, and doing so by using it to make something new.
I think I might have stumbled onto a part of what makes art beautiful, what makes it important - the idea that it's not something you view, it's something that is made every time it's viewed. The viewer and the artist working in sequence to make something the world has never seen before, meaning created anew in every reaction of person to person.
