Sunday, April 15, 2007
LIFE ART DOCUMENTATION
My performance is art because it is something that I have produced and learned from. I produced the art of homework that will help me succeed in the future, but at the same time have found a more successful way to go about it by listening to some music.
Art is anything that someone produces that represents them self in some way.
The difference between art and life is that you can learn from art by doing it. In life you learn from mistakes but in art you are producing some thing that is not in a sense categorized as a mistake it can be something not real and out of the ordinary.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Film Stills
Sunday, April 1, 2007
PSA
I chose this picture that I displayed because it portrays a women's equality in our nation today. It just shows that one day a woman can represent our nation and be as strong any many would have been. I chose to place the saying on the computer because technology is always changing and becoming more important in our world today. Everything you do in everyday life involves technology. From driving you car, to using your cell phone technology is very useful. A women and technology can sort of go hand in hand. A women’s role today is so important and valued in our society. Even though many may think that it is impossible for a woman to run our country they should talk to the ones who are out in
Thursday, March 22, 2007
The Bold EAGIGER
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Tender Buttons
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Self Portrait 3
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Comic Strip Quilt
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Women's House
Sunday, January 28, 2007
1st Self Portrait Option
Sappho Translation
I see a god
the one who is permitted
to be near you—he
listens with such care and intimacy
to your lips as they softly
speak, the welcoming
laughter that triggers my
heart to race. When I see
you, I stutter
as if I forgot all words;
I’m burning inside and
I am blinded by the flames
seeing nothing, only
listening to the pulse
of my own ears
my whole body,
trembling as I drip
with nervous sweat
I turn a sick pale color
like dry grass during a harsh winter
it’s at these times I feel as I can shake the hand of death.