BFA Project and Transfers Again

This final project has been more difficult then I could have ever imagined.  If I could have seen this back in January when I was digging through sheds at home looking for window frames to save me money, I would have not brought them with me. Last saturday I removed the sides and started again. The final piece is much thinner, and there is no tree. However I do think that the cheesecloth tells the viewer in a clearer way of what I am trying to say. The top is not done. That will be this weekend... looks like it's time to build a roof! 

Oh look! The beginning of more transfers - - 

SPE_Baltimore

There are a lot of little stories that have been collected on this trip but I think the best one happened last night at a diner when Sasha and I were roaming the tourist streets for a bite to eat. I don't like dark restaurants or places that are filled with noise. Not my kind of place to enjoy supper. So we spend nearly an good part of an hour finding something that would fit my picky needs

 But  as we were sitting in a dungy aged looking diner with thick greasy smoke in the air, I began to take back all my pickiness of that prior hour. This might have been a poor choice as well. Sure it was empty and you didn't have to stand in line to get a seat, but something didn't sit right. I sat slowly eating my soup and looking around, making comments at Sasha who for once didn't seem to be bouncing off the walls with pure excitement. Yes it was a tiring week for sure. "I don't know about this soup.. it's kind of sludgy you know." "This diner looks like the Titanic..."

Then as I was about to finish, I looked down on the floor and spotted a mouse scurrying under one of the tables. All the color left my face.  As I stared at where it had gone.

"There's a mouse!" Sasha, who was one the phone with her mother, didn't seem to take my comment too seriously so I directed my concern to one of the employees near by. "There's a mouse!" The tall worker didn't seem all that concerned as well. "Oh yeah, der everywhere." He said confidently. "There's been construction up in the rafters and de's dropping from the ceiling." what the... I began to laugh and laugh. And we promptly got up and retired back to the convention.

 Taking the train into the city

Huge gluten free Pizza just a block away from the hotel. Lovely restaurant.

 Sick and grouchy

Protection!

 Beautiful city!

Second thoughts about portfolio work.

The official badge that cost $140 bucks.

Waiting with full enthusiasm for the speaker.

Being tourists

The fudge guy

review times

waiting to be reviewed

waiting

waiting

the evening portfolio exhibition where everyone was invited to set up their work on tables

looking pretty rad 

 Bertha

Berthas man

Do not take pictures here! You get the hairy eye...

Great final speakers

Etching Project

Family is so important to me. I am reminded everyday how more and more like my mother and father I am becoming through my actions, personality, and train of thought. I am seeing my growth as a metaphor in the shape of roots. My roots may not be visible to passerby’s standing on top of them or walking around then, but they are growing longer and deeper as time ages me, entwining around my inherited patterned DNA.  The image I conveyed is a tree reflecting it roots in systematic ways. The decorative lines framing the tree are used just like a frame on a family mantel reminds you and I of those we are close with.

My etching reflects family ties in a more general way. Nobody can relate to the relationship between my parents and I, but they can relate to how they themselves grew up and inherited family traits. The use of etching is very appropriate for my concept. An etching cannot be erased or smudged over.  When finished it is much like an irreproducible artistic blue print. The image of the tree is simple and the idea is simple, reflecting my personality. There’s no hidden meaning besides what is quietly stated. 

(Dude, anybody want one? I got about 500 rejects). 

BFA working critique

It's like a marathon of arts and crafts guys! And it never ends! Oh my back...

It's been a make or break week. There's been tears yes, and tons of frustration. Tuesday included me crying my eyes out to mom on the phone, and her then telling me to stick it out. In other words I was given a dose of tough love. But because I was honest with myself and family, things were able to continue on..  My grandma, believe it or not, is flying down to see me spring break. What a grandma eh? And this morning Caleb sent me a text stating that he is coming for graduation and might be bringing a couple of the guys. What a brother! Dad is great and is helping out financially.  Don't go to art school if you can't handle being broke twenty hours a day. And he also suggested the use of cement to help stand my mannequin legs up... ( that caused me lots of brain pain). 

Home Work Assignment- Cover Letter

2/24/14

Dear Mr. Smith,

I am interested in submitting my application for the Vogue glamour photographer that was listed in job listing on vogue.com. It was stated that the job would open April 12^th of this year and it asked for applicants to submit their resume and portfolios at least a month prior to this date.

            As a graduate of Memphis College of Art I know that I now hold the key to the success of your business. I have obtained complete knowledge and wisdom in the art of photographing beautiful looking people and smart looking products. I have learned to work along side a great class of bright students and wonderful professors,  pursuing goals and impacting the field of modern photography. Spending quality time in the lighting studio standing next to studio lights, strobes, meters, hot lights, and partially clean back drops has given me the confidence and energy of ten strong lads and a young pup. Just a few of my maturing lighting skills are:

Plugging in chords,

Turning things on,

Holding stuff,

Looking busy,

Sweeping,

Venturing suggestions, and

Locking doors (most the time).

These skills, have allowed me to confidently photograph, specifically, head-shots, sample, products, Band-Aids and perhaps an orange or two.  As a graduate of Memphis College of Art, I feel capable in assisting any kind of art director or photographer of Vogue who is in need of said skills above.

I will be contacting you in two weeks to discuss my application and portfolio. I look forward to discussing my qualifications as a future employee and possible business partner. Thank you for your time!

Best,

Signe Johnson

Today's lessons at school told me:
I still can't draw, (There have been long discussions with my teacher, listening to her trying to convince me that I am like a lame person walking around without my cane. Because I am not using tracing paper, I am showing the world my faults). At first I found this nearly humorous but now I am just tired.

Using prominent watercolor edges with prints is very boastful. (I thought it was pretty).

My photography is not quite stock photo quality, nor quite fine art quality.

And I am not capable of photographing events.

I'm durable folks, but everyday life becomes more and more like a marathon. I'm at mile twenty-three. I was talking to a friend a couple days ago about this. We both know what its like to feel the last few miles of a race. "No emotion, no thinking, just a lot of pain and noise."

I feel like I have abandoned what is important in life,
God-
Finances-
Exercise-
A steady job-
Family..

Should I embrace oxidation?

Don't ask--