I was supposed to steal a technique of the artist. In my analysis I discovered what I called “repetitive uniqueness.” It’s the idea that you have repeating elements, usually of a particular technique, but each one of those repetitions is unique in its own way.
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I’m working on my final art project. This is based on the image I posted in my Final Art…
Today my final art analysis was due. I had to give a presentation that had to last six minutes, but had to be less than ten minutes. I was very afraid that I’d run under, but I surprised myself and ran nine minutes! Pretty good! Here’s the piece I analyzed by Darrell Black.
I finished my art project I wrote about earlier. Right on time, it’s due tomorrow. Anyways, like I wrote before it’s about growth and decay… this is about the growth of moving into a new place, the reality, and the memory of an apartment. Pictures ensue.
So, it’s another Saturday. I have this problem, although its a luxurious problem, and a total first world problem. (Yes, I’m playing the song from Weird Al Yankovic in the background right now.) The problem is that, since I don’t have to get up to walk and get my medication, I sleep in, usually until noon these days.
First, I have two pictures to show you. I finished the pastel in class (like we were supposed to).
I had a piece of art hang in a community gallery, and I went to see Tomorrowland with my friend Rhiannon. Sometimes, as well, I wonder what I’m doing with my life.
Artwork I’ve done for class so far.