Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Mission Statement
Dreams are often times impossible to describe, they are eternal, and they have unique views attached to a person’s life. These miraculous events are shared by everyone, whether a person remembers it or not they exist and they affect us all. This is a quality that is for the most part unique to dreams. Dreams inspire creativity, great works of art, and even more dreams. They are both wonderful and often terrible and this is what makes them so uniquely special. This uniqueness is the reason that I have elected to do my concept folio on the phenomenon of dreams. It will be tremendously difficult to attempt to explain or complement the sanctity of and the incredible power of dreams, but that is why I wish to try. I am a firm believer in the phrase that not everything that is easy is worth doing and nothing too hard is worth giving up. Dreams are for the most part indefinable, different for everyone and entirely chaotic, thus their beauty, and the reason for my choice.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Narative 2
Great men do not always die great deaths. Such would be the case for a MR. Charley Allen, or would it?
A small crowd had gathered around the body, getting as close as they could without having the smell of death invade and overwhelm their senses. The police arrived shortly there after and came to the conclusion that the man must have jumped, because the alternative was too grizzly to imagine.
Later the man was identified as Charley Allen, an eccentric yet loved professor at the same university that his body was found outside. Despite having no immediate family, friends said it came as a real shock. The man loved to teach and had the most positive attitude anyone had ever known. Nothing scared him, suicide made no sense and yet that had to be what happened.
Earlier that day: The classroom was full and sunlight was pouring in through the open windows. “ We are going to discuss death today class.” The announcement was met with cool indifference and snide comments like “maybe you should pull the shade. Clearly the class did not want to discuss the touchy subject which was just what professor Allen had hoped for. “ Why on Earth would I pull the shade?” He asked addressing the snide student. “ It just feels like it should be dark since we are discussing death,” he replied.
Present: The police officers looked perplexed, based on the description of professor Allen they really could not rule out murder, he just did not seem to be the suicidal type. The murder of a professor would look horrible for the community, enrollment would go down, and the killer would need to be apprehended. The officers asked the close friends who had seen him last. They told him he had a class about four hours ago.
Naturally all the kids from the class were questioned. They all said the professor was liked by all the students, but they also all mentioned some disturbing things from the days lesson.
Earlier that day: “ You think it should be dark when we are discussing death, ever wonder why?” The professors lecture was bizarre at best. He began by asking who in the class was afraid to die. Naturally the whole class rose their hands. He then asked who as a child was afraid of the dark, again everyone rose their hand. Professor Allen smiled his point would not be lost on this group. “ Why are your afraid of death:” He addressed the class as a whole and still no one answered. Instead the professor answered his own question “ you do not fear death nor darkness, only the unknown.”
Present: “ We should go up to his classroom there may be clues,” the speaker looked dutiful yet not hopeful. The police team went up to professor Allen’s room and were unsurprised to see that all looked normal. Nothing out of place, no suicide note, except a small piece of paper, a sticky note on the window he had earlier jumped out of.
Earlier that day: On he lectured shaking the beliefs of every student in the room. No one ever said death was terrible so why be afraid of it. The unknown is not bad it is just that unknown. Living with fear is cheating yourself, especially when the fear is totally unfounded. He ended his lecture by quoting Yoda in regards to those who had passed “ mourn them do not, miss them do not.” One student broke the silence by saying “ professor you can preach not being afraid of death all you want, but deep down everyone fears it.” In response professor Charley Allen replied wit ha smile “ your wrong.” He then began to ponder how to get through to his class.
Present: The sticky not left on the window read Live without fear and you life will know no bounds.
A small crowd had gathered around the body, getting as close as they could without having the smell of death invade and overwhelm their senses. The police arrived shortly there after and came to the conclusion that the man must have jumped, because the alternative was too grizzly to imagine.
Later the man was identified as Charley Allen, an eccentric yet loved professor at the same university that his body was found outside. Despite having no immediate family, friends said it came as a real shock. The man loved to teach and had the most positive attitude anyone had ever known. Nothing scared him, suicide made no sense and yet that had to be what happened.
Earlier that day: The classroom was full and sunlight was pouring in through the open windows. “ We are going to discuss death today class.” The announcement was met with cool indifference and snide comments like “maybe you should pull the shade. Clearly the class did not want to discuss the touchy subject which was just what professor Allen had hoped for. “ Why on Earth would I pull the shade?” He asked addressing the snide student. “ It just feels like it should be dark since we are discussing death,” he replied.
Present: The police officers looked perplexed, based on the description of professor Allen they really could not rule out murder, he just did not seem to be the suicidal type. The murder of a professor would look horrible for the community, enrollment would go down, and the killer would need to be apprehended. The officers asked the close friends who had seen him last. They told him he had a class about four hours ago.
Naturally all the kids from the class were questioned. They all said the professor was liked by all the students, but they also all mentioned some disturbing things from the days lesson.
Earlier that day: “ You think it should be dark when we are discussing death, ever wonder why?” The professors lecture was bizarre at best. He began by asking who in the class was afraid to die. Naturally the whole class rose their hands. He then asked who as a child was afraid of the dark, again everyone rose their hand. Professor Allen smiled his point would not be lost on this group. “ Why are your afraid of death:” He addressed the class as a whole and still no one answered. Instead the professor answered his own question “ you do not fear death nor darkness, only the unknown.”
Present: “ We should go up to his classroom there may be clues,” the speaker looked dutiful yet not hopeful. The police team went up to professor Allen’s room and were unsurprised to see that all looked normal. Nothing out of place, no suicide note, except a small piece of paper, a sticky note on the window he had earlier jumped out of.
Earlier that day: On he lectured shaking the beliefs of every student in the room. No one ever said death was terrible so why be afraid of it. The unknown is not bad it is just that unknown. Living with fear is cheating yourself, especially when the fear is totally unfounded. He ended his lecture by quoting Yoda in regards to those who had passed “ mourn them do not, miss them do not.” One student broke the silence by saying “ professor you can preach not being afraid of death all you want, but deep down everyone fears it.” In response professor Charley Allen replied wit ha smile “ your wrong.” He then began to ponder how to get through to his class.
Present: The sticky not left on the window read Live without fear and you life will know no bounds.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Start Of Narrative 1
When you look upon a sword all you see is the cold steel, the startlingly keen edge the promise of pain and death. The stereotypes are well earned throughout history swords while not inherently good or evil are undeniably associated with the taking of lives. Every sword has a story from the moment it is cast to the moment it lays broken or forgotten, unused, discarded. What if the sword did have a say in whether it would accomplish good or evil. What if a sword had a mind of it’s own as it were. Such was the case with a particular sword passed on father to son for untold years.
Both the sword and the man who now possess it stand silent in the night watching the raiding of the nearby village that until recently had been their hiding place. Now rushed with the swarm of soldiers, it lay bare and burning, a testament to the power and ruthlessness of the man’s uncle. “ We must move swiftly,” the man was perfectly alone as always and seemed unconcerned with the voice in his head, on the contrary he took the voice at its word and began to run far and fast from the sight of the burning village. “Rest here tonight,” it was a suggestion not an order and the man took it as such continuing his run until the sun began to rise.
“ Sir there is no sigh of him or the item, both seem to have eluded us again.” A tall man with cold features and a swollen shut eye scowled as best he could, the effect was terrifying. “ Captain your will find him or the consequences will be most severe. “ The captain nodded grimly and took his leave of the terrifying individual, he did not need to be told his mission for the last ten years had been to apprehend the elusive nephew of his king. He had attained his rank only by coming so close so many times, as such threats had no effect on him whatsoever he wanted nothing more to take this man into custody. Whatever his crime was the good captain would complete his mission and bring the obviously evil criminal to justice, by any means necessary he reminded himself looking at the burning building. He looked to his lesser “ have the men ready to break at sunrise we continue the hunt.”
“You’ve caused me more trouble than your worth you know,” said the hunted man looking disgustedly at his sword. “ I really should just hide you and be free of my dear uncle.” A powerful mental burst of energy nearly overwhelmed him “ think of the damage I could cause in the hand of that tyrant!” “ I know, I know it would just be so much easier, but it wouldn’t be right my father would be ashamed of me, the trouble he went through to put you in my hands.” “Persevere Page just continue to persevere all will be well good will prevail. Page looked dismally behind him the smoke from the innocent village was still rising, he sighed and continued to hide.
Both the sword and the man who now possess it stand silent in the night watching the raiding of the nearby village that until recently had been their hiding place. Now rushed with the swarm of soldiers, it lay bare and burning, a testament to the power and ruthlessness of the man’s uncle. “ We must move swiftly,” the man was perfectly alone as always and seemed unconcerned with the voice in his head, on the contrary he took the voice at its word and began to run far and fast from the sight of the burning village. “Rest here tonight,” it was a suggestion not an order and the man took it as such continuing his run until the sun began to rise.
“ Sir there is no sigh of him or the item, both seem to have eluded us again.” A tall man with cold features and a swollen shut eye scowled as best he could, the effect was terrifying. “ Captain your will find him or the consequences will be most severe. “ The captain nodded grimly and took his leave of the terrifying individual, he did not need to be told his mission for the last ten years had been to apprehend the elusive nephew of his king. He had attained his rank only by coming so close so many times, as such threats had no effect on him whatsoever he wanted nothing more to take this man into custody. Whatever his crime was the good captain would complete his mission and bring the obviously evil criminal to justice, by any means necessary he reminded himself looking at the burning building. He looked to his lesser “ have the men ready to break at sunrise we continue the hunt.”
“You’ve caused me more trouble than your worth you know,” said the hunted man looking disgustedly at his sword. “ I really should just hide you and be free of my dear uncle.” A powerful mental burst of energy nearly overwhelmed him “ think of the damage I could cause in the hand of that tyrant!” “ I know, I know it would just be so much easier, but it wouldn’t be right my father would be ashamed of me, the trouble he went through to put you in my hands.” “Persevere Page just continue to persevere all will be well good will prevail. Page looked dismally behind him the smoke from the innocent village was still rising, he sighed and continued to hide.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Critique 2
Marc Chagall was borne on July 7th 1887 and died on March 28 1985 at the ripe old age of ninety eight. He was the oldest of nine children in a tight net Jewish family, in Belarus where he studied art. He later moved to Paris where he continued his studies. He was forced to flee the country during the Nazi occupation of France and ended up living in the United States. Perhaps due to this background Chagall’s works were consistently appealing to the unconscious mind and have a certain unreality, while staying somewhat believable. This knack for the unusual and his tendency to never fully embrace a singular style, though taking some influence from both cubism and fauvism, have lead to a unique style that this painting “the war” emphasizes.
The war is a representation of a desperate, eternal struggle between the forces of heaven and those of hell. The composition of the piece is very important. The forces of good are arranged on the right side and the forces of evil are arranged on the left while the common people are being shepherded towards either side. The darkest portion of the painting is met by the lightest in a stunning chiaroscuro that makes up the focal point of “the war.” Despite the supposed war that is taking place the different sides react together in harmony representing the whole picture creating balance and making the picture more complete. The soft shades and subtle changes are what makes this painting so real despite the obvious fantasy aspects it incorporates.
The war is a representation of a desperate, eternal struggle between the forces of heaven and those of hell. The composition of the piece is very important. The forces of good are arranged on the right side and the forces of evil are arranged on the left while the common people are being shepherded towards either side. The darkest portion of the painting is met by the lightest in a stunning chiaroscuro that makes up the focal point of “the war.” Despite the supposed war that is taking place the different sides react together in harmony representing the whole picture creating balance and making the picture more complete. The soft shades and subtle changes are what makes this painting so real despite the obvious fantasy aspects it incorporates.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Critique
Sunset After a Storm on the Coast of Sicily
Critique
Andreas Achenbach was a German painter born in 1875, he lived until 1910, Gus career as a painter was at first defined by pseudo-idealism, he later diverted from this type of art to pioneer the German realism movement. During this time period his paintings went from average to something great. As a painter his greatest joy is in recreating landscapes most often involving a stormy sea and or the destruction such a sea can cause. This painting Unset after a Storm on the Coast of Sicily is one such painting
The painting depicts a landmass, Sicily, being sought out by a number of people in longboats, they can not reach their destination because of the intensity and ferocity of the storm inspired sea. The landmass has a certain aesthetic beauty to it represented by the rising sun behind it. As a critic I view this as the representation of life, if the people manage to get to Sicily then they will see the next sunrise. The people despite the slight hope represented by the last rays of the sun, look to be doomed. The composition of the piece is what helps us to determine this. The emphasis is placed one the terrifying sea, the waves are present at the forefront of the piece. The storm and rising sun create a startling contrast that gives the painting its deeper than paint type feel. This painting is both terrible and wonderful all in the same breath and is a realistic testament to nature’s power.
Andreas Achenbach was a German painter born in 1875, he lived until 1910, Gus career as a painter was at first defined by pseudo-idealism, he later diverted from this type of art to pioneer the German realism movement. During this time period his paintings went from average to something great. As a painter his greatest joy is in recreating landscapes most often involving a stormy sea and or the destruction such a sea can cause. This painting Unset after a Storm on the Coast of Sicily is one such painting
The painting depicts a landmass, Sicily, being sought out by a number of people in longboats, they can not reach their destination because of the intensity and ferocity of the storm inspired sea. The landmass has a certain aesthetic beauty to it represented by the rising sun behind it. As a critic I view this as the representation of life, if the people manage to get to Sicily then they will see the next sunrise. The people despite the slight hope represented by the last rays of the sun, look to be doomed. The composition of the piece is what helps us to determine this. The emphasis is placed one the terrifying sea, the waves are present at the forefront of the piece. The storm and rising sun create a startling contrast that gives the painting its deeper than paint type feel. This painting is both terrible and wonderful all in the same breath and is a realistic testament to nature’s power.
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