Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Picture provided by Portland City ArtThe BIG 100 was a one night only art show that I was in along with 99 other artists from the Portland area. Each artist did 20 panels. Each panel sells for $30. The 2000 pieces were hung like a quilt on the maze of walls leading you through to the silent auction, dj, restaurant/ bar, and back to the front. The night was a lot of fun, as I met up with Sarah, and did my first lap, playing a game of "Is Thiiis one yours?". It was a crazy week trying to get these done, and I think I like about five of them lol. For those who couldn't make it, (and those who didn't know, since I didn't advertise) here is what I turned in...
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Maybe its the concussion I gave myself, or my sporadic indecisiveness of my situation, but an unsettling tug of war stopped my normal daily accomplishments. Not that I have a ton of daily tasks as an 11.5 month unemployed person suffering from an unmotivated broken ego due to the rejections of a society who only sees normalcy in structure and stability. But the idea of what to do, how to do it, and where to be has kept my mind at race. I like everywhere, but no where at the same time. I want to stay, but I want to go back. It could be great here, but it could be shitty as well. The same happening any where that I go.
The happiness has dissipated in strength and consistency over the months. Hope and excitement appears only as the horizon stepping back every time an effort tries to make an approach. Though without pursuit would only cause strife. For what is life your not dancing the tango with it?
Am I woman or am I an animal? Am I a portion or the entirety? Right or wrong, happy or sad? What is there that I am not seeing? That I was trained not to see by the inevitable growth within conformism. I'm sure it is blatant. Its just finding the right riddle to solve that proves to be tricky.
The line work reflects a tribal feel as well as its multiple meanings and images that comprise the entirety. While it isn't my favorite piece that I've ever done, it does fully express me today, and for that reason, is why I could never fully hate any art piece completed as an extension of one's soul.
Maybe its the concussion I gave myself, or my sporadic indecisiveness of my situation, but an unsettling tug of war stopped my normal daily accomplishments. Not that I have a ton of daily tasks as an 11.5 month unemployed person suffering from an unmotivated broken ego due to the rejections of a society who only sees normalcy in structure and stability. But the idea of what to do, how to do it, and where to be has kept my mind at race. I like everywhere, but no where at the same time. I want to stay, but I want to go back. It could be great here, but it could be shitty as well. The same happening any where that I go.
The happiness has dissipated in strength and consistency over the months. Hope and excitement appears only as the horizon stepping back every time an effort tries to make an approach. Though without pursuit would only cause strife. For what is life your not dancing the tango with it?
Am I woman or am I an animal? Am I a portion or the entirety? Right or wrong, happy or sad? What is there that I am not seeing? That I was trained not to see by the inevitable growth within conformism. I'm sure it is blatant. Its just finding the right riddle to solve that proves to be tricky.
The act of anything is not what needs be depicted, for we know from exhaustedly discussed, there is an equal and opposite reaction. It is the emotional response that humanizes us, it is what puts passion in a piece, in our hearts, and soul. It is this uncontrollable nature that we familiarize with in a picture of tragedy, hope, triumph, pain. Without it we'd be a lemming, a defiance to our purpose. With it, we become victom to or we prevail from it.
Devestation swelled within them trying to consume their whole, but the cool breeze calmed the tragedy allowing hope to resurface. To which, they have already prevailed.