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Today just may be the most tiring day all semester for me. Home is calling. And it's scary, cause I'm starting not to care. Same thing happened last semester. I gave up two weeks too soon. Suzie and I drove to the mall today so that I could do my performance piece for IPC.

But I couldn't do it.

I've had enough of being the fool.

So we left. 

Holy cow. 

For my final in Digital two, I am going to print these babies off, throw paint on them and sew um together as a collage. I feel like my mom, whipping together supper out of leftovers from the fridge. She would always say, "Anything is good with cheese on it."  So I guess I see it as, "Anything is good with paint on it." 

Love you ma. 

Three near cases of blindness!

Had a lot of fun tonight trying out the "old set" of strobes. Lots to learn, lots still to come. Thanks so much Nao, Shekinah, and Steph.



In all honesty, I felt lonely not jumping behind and doing the shadows...  how weird is that.

I decided later that the plastic should come down. 

Ah my gosh.

It took all evening to scan two rolls of film. I was glaring and grinding my teeth by the end of today. The end of semester is always full of joyous thoughts and good will. Merry Christmas everyone.

 I did manage to find a glimmer of excitement in one photo though. Yes one. Absolutely nothing was done to edit this. Slide film is pretty legit if it is exposed correctly.

Pretty happy with some of these. Hoping the slide film turns out for the final!
I get excited when I realize that post production is more and more becoming a thing of the past.

personal space

My IPC class has taken me from topic to topic. I started the semester thinking about my concept in light of entertainment during the 40's. I currently now am pursuing the idea of personal space and those who invade it.

 The brain starts at a very young age, telling us that we are endowed to an area of space generally 1.5 to 4 feet around our person. When we have matured to adolescence, this thinking for most, has been set in stone. Other countries may vary in how large this bubble is.


My homework for class was to create some kind of system that could be repeated at least 20 times, record the process of this system in some manner, and jot down  the steps so that I could talk about what I did in class.  So suzie, (thank you :) )  and I went around to Target, Home Depot, and Marshall's to collect my data. At first it was very difficult. The woman walked up to, seemed to react like magnets against me before I could even get close. I realized that my preconceived ideas of recording before and after pictures (entering the bubble and then seeing how far they moved in five seconds) was futile. If I walked ten feet near them, they moved away. So we came upon the conclusion of taking the picture of them alone, and then with me in the photo. This allowed us to record the distance that they moved from their original spot once I entered the scene.

I am an official creeper now. lol. Strange homework indeed.

http://news.discovery.com/human/psychology/personal-space-americans-120606.htm

                                            

The results were interesting!
Relatively:
90 percent of my woman did not like the intrusion
90 percent of men seemed oblivious to it.
A few snap shots.

And today, we observed how pained looked on:

corn

broccoli

peppers

I wasn't overly thrilled with the corn, but I sure loved the broccoli!