So I knew this project was happening before it was brought up in class and I wanted to be ahead and I wanted to do well. So I began to think of ideas and cut what needed to be cut. Well class comes around and turns out we’re going to be in groups…..(oh). So luckily I was put in the group that had two of the strongest people in the class. I need to do way better from here on out and I was so glad to be put in their group. It turned out great and I’m so thankful. I’m glad Ana was a fast worker and we finished the project early and Dj was excited because the story was his idea and they were both cool people.
Step..Step…step.stop.(sigh) Where to start in this big world in front of me.
Abandoned faint house I’ve seen and didn’t notice a few hundred times with abandoned pots along with the roof and paint that are tearing away. I look down where the assorted pattern red, burgandy and black brick begin to disperse in the open areas where people scripted their memory when the concrete was once new. Simular though different a little squirrel STOPS.LISTENS. to make sure it’s safe to cross the one way street that’s always busy,moves swiftly like the mechanical giants it’s seen quite often. Squeeeeeak the SCAD bus performs in front of me as it comes to a hault and in my right ear swing squeak swing squeak there the traffic light blows gently by the cool wind.
Look right, left then step across the street step….step..step..step……
Oh that smell before I can find the source of garbage aroma. Close my eyes…it’s nippy…eyes open to where the boyfriend lived and hey my best friend isn’t home. But that bird is standing as I am alone, listening and observing. Me in the lane and it in the gravel parkway. Peck a worm peck…peck, wait is that a worm or just debris? Oh that’s pretty, pink and orange flowers lay opening and astray on that fence. Opened so brightly on a gray, glooming but beautiful day. Pick…pick as the leaves fall to tell the season is changing..hello Fall. To my right two bricks lye apart as if their mad at eachother. Walk.. glance…to see two people (1 young, 1 old) sitting on separate porches cozied up in their coats, observing the time cars and people go by not matter the weather.
Look right, then left even though it’s a one way street again…. Laughing to myself
Hey there’s other students (my classmates) walking around with pad and pens and phones like me. Another busy street and an electric wood pole with random staples externally and tried to be internal habitation along the surface. Makes me wonder why? Along with looking like someone poked it a million times or like mini portals to another world. In front and below gray faded roads with a corner of cracked gray mud connect with the sky with an accent of yellow stripes and left and right only arrows. Cars move swiftly by…geez that little mini cooper gots some umph on it. My ears are alerted and my eyes are left wondering…the sound of the train tells me it’s near but not in my sight. It’s the sound of the train but not like the one at home near my house as well.
Anderson…what a fast and busy street…
Diagonal to me the unusual sound of a busted lawnmower sounds as if it’s holding on for dear life and crackles into a rock it obviously ran over. Always making me tense. Looking at an angle below me there’s an unevenly cut stump that once had a large life near the space of dispersed bricks that were once connected. Up I look to see Bobbie’s (the corner dinner) where somehow I’m listening to the to the radiator outside compared to the hue’s of pink and blue sign that stands out. Swift squeak. The brakes of a bike grabs my attention to abruptly stop so the rider doesn’t get trampled by the on-coming traffic of Anderson street. Scrape..scrapeee.scape wait a second is that guy raking the sidewalk..where there’s no leaves? Interesting…either I can’t see what he’s raking or he just has nothing better to do. Across the street there lay a newspaper stand on the electric wood post as if it’s out of breath from running. Grumpy man walks by me with his preference of snack and earbuds in his ears. He stops.the car turning onto Anderson stops to let him pass.. he gestures to go with an impatient “go shit”and the woman in the champagne SUV wins while he passes first…oh the irony. Clamp! My ears are alarmed again by the wood planks being picked up to be carried into a newly constructed house beside Bobbie’s. Noticeably the vomit green of the house makes me realize the pinks, burgundies and light blues that stand out in this gray time of day.
Looking, stop to text and there….
I see the determination of an elderly lady with a bad back in a red dress, cane held in her arm crossing the road. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her. But in some congruence she’s standing down the street from me and there lay a litered Mcdonald’s paper bag that’s marked with the same red color of the lady’s dress. The lady disappears and the cruising ticking of a bike passes me. Yet then I notice a tree…a very different man-crafted tree that is wrapped with 5 thick sections of white strings and 5 sections of black string wrapped around it. Looks as if it were trying to stand out and unravel by the small amount of black string on the gate behind it. There’s a little light beaming on this huge tractor reading “call 311 Savannah city”. Blasse blah blah, there’s a distant sound of a woman yelling that is drowned out but the cars going up henry street. Eww that polluting smell to my senses of gasoline…Ah there’s something to look at a guy wearing white shorts, a white american olympic jacket on a white bike after labor day.. I spot them…. students… in large windows of Anderson Hall discussing the future or maybe the gossip of this generation along with the students taking a smoke break to calm the nerves for a temporary second and progress the timing of expiration on their lives. That man was really just watching me going in a another direction while driving a massive AT&T truck…the importance of your job, your life and the other people around you to complete the curiosity of what my face looks like.
Time to move on….up up up
That random cross like structure in the bottom of my porch. Brick had broken off but space was also left so the bricks didn’t connect. I wonder…In the lane behind my house I noticed charming blue morning glories that opened up proudly against the gray hue of the sky to rebel that they can be called morning glory and have a beautiful blue hue throughout a gloomy day even if it’s not a bright morning. Alongside, a brushed down area of grass that a car probably parked on looked like a natural toupet for asphalt. Although, to many, a gray day and weeds are annoying, the daisy decided to stand out and be beautiful of white and yellow that contrasted with the litered debris around it of $1.19 Parker’s plastic cups, that represent that plastic and littering are easy to come by. Along with the random dark gray square on the light gray building..home of the new college coffee shop. And there, right there it lay silently a small black feather with a small touch of blue hue on the gravel lane.
Swiftly walking looking higher than my world of smallness…
The grand tree in front of me presented a “y” like shape as if it were reaching up to the sky or a posed model in a piece of art. Simular to humans the trees poses a different genetic make-up. They reminded me of people talking to one another across the street like a friendly neighbor…Blink.blink.blink. that blinking red ATM machine sign at the beauty supply shop across the street distracts my eyes and mind from the on-going traffic around me. My ears are alerted and focused on the controlled breathing of a female runner of pink and green running pass behind me. The squeaking of a truck grabs my attention as it comes across a hump not seen at eye level. Khaki pants suddenly begin to appear more than normal that suggests school for the kids and teens is ending and a reminder that I’m an adult in college. More blinking lights of red and orange I notice of the parked Sysco delivery truck along Anderson and the turned on lights in Bobbie’s that weren’t on earlier. It’s getting darker..The quiet mysterious brisk of the not so spanish moss moved by the wind blows, along with the plastic brown bag drifting down the road like it’s dancing with socks on a wooden floor. Then there, the swift mystical movement of the palm tree leaves take characteristics of long fingers playing along a piano or pointing continuously at the world. That, then guides me to move inside because it’s cold and as I walk, I notice a mass of green moss that looks as if it were a new land for micro organelles that could be another little big world….
I seem to always do my projects forever. I literally worked on this project all day. I had part of my design but I had to figure out what I wanted to surround the design with. I started an ink design but then the goal was to not start to look checker-boardish and it was. So I had to start over and I felt bad because I felt like I was a non-artistic major trying to design something. It’s gotten to a point where I’m blocking my creativity by being careful to not make horrible mistakes but sadly, I have been lots of mistak
es. I need to relax but I also need to become more focused. So I tried to relax and watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Sabrina played by Audrey Hepurn. I also sketched while I watched the movies. So the next day I finally began and had help trying to figure out what was best. When I finally did I began inking late at night and I was focused. I was sure on what would be black and what white. Then randomly I received a text from my cousin talking about how we needed to hang out and somehow I didn’t realize I painted a white space until I was almost done! I freaked out and tried to call my boyfriend who had fallen asleep and then I called my mom. It’s midnight and I’m freaking out and then my mom calls me back with my dad beside her who are already in bed and I am bawling my eyes out. They were trying to see what happen and trying to encourage me not to cry because I would get tears over my project and so I began to ink again and I messed up again! I felt so defeated and it was absolutely horrible. My parents just told me to turn in what I had in and that it would be fine. So all i could do was finish my piece. I finished it and kept thinking to myself my teacher was going to greatly dislike the piece and she had already knew I was doing it overnight. I felt like I had worked so hard and that it was just killed in the end and it was my fault. Later I began cutting it at 2 AM and this is becoming a trend cutting with an exacto knife late at night. I did okay the first cut and then I became inpatient on the second cut to where it made my edges rough and uneven. But luckily my teacher liked my design. I felt like the design wasn’t really me but maybe it was. People associated my design with the 80′s and video games and that was cool. But they were also concerned with some of my lines in the piece because they weren’t the same. But I didn’t want to take away from the middle piece and I also wanted the piece to be looked at as a whole. Because without the lines the piece would look very random. My teacher had also suggested cutting off a side of my frame which I would have never thought of but I was very pleased and I felt relieved. She also liked the mess-ups over what I told her would have been white, so I had to text my cousin and say “thanks for helping me with my project.”
So the first project was exciting but I didn’t do what I wanted to do. I stayed up all night on this project and another project I had due and everything was rushed. I could executed my designs very nice if I would have managed my time better. It’s not that I went out I just need to pick up the pace a little more.I had to create a hundred thumbnails….25: horizontal and vertical lines only, 25: diagonals only, 25: Curves only and 25: Everything together. It took me forever because it was hard for me to draw something and leave it as it was whether I liked it or not and just move on. I wanted to create designs where I was challenged to choose for certain reasons but as time didn’t wait for me i had to rush. I think I’m going through a creator’s block phase…which isn’t fun but I’m waiting patiently to progress and become a strong designer. I also didn’t follow instructions properly…dur. “Oddly” that’s what happens when you do a project over night. But I’ll get better.
When I came to SCAD to visit my bff Erin…..I was excited to see her but I didn’t realize the other exciting opportunities I would discover either. I went to study with her at her hall which I can’t remember … Continue reading