
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Feldman's Model Paper
Finger nails painted red peek out the holes in the fingers. The fur gloves look like any other pair of gloves until you get to the finger tips; there aren’t any. The gloves are very square and don’t have much of a shape to them. The cut off finger tips make the hand in side them look very stubby. The gloves almost look grungy, but the fingers are more towards the glamorous side. Small shadows of each of the fingers show up on the plain white background of the art. The seam in the glove almost makes it appear that there are two hands sitting on top of each other. After taking a second, closer glance, it is easier to see that there is actually only one glove.
The red polish on the finger nails pop to the viewer because they are the only color in the artwork. The white background of the piece makes it very easy to see the image. The only other colors used in the picture are skin tones. There is the skin color of the person wearing the glove, and the fur that the glove is made of is tan and brown. It seems like in real life, there wouldn’t be a shadow of the fingers. The brightness of the white background makes the viewer wonder where the shadow is even coming from.
The combination of the glamorous nails and the grungy gloves show the contrast of different social classes. Looking at the image, I am curious where the rest of the hand is. How come the artist cut out the wrist and forearm of the person wearing the gloves? I think I would like to see the image with a different background. The plain white makes it seem like the hand and glove were just cut out of another piece of work and dropped onto the empty background.
The red polish on the finger nails pop to the viewer because they are the only color in the artwork. The white background of the piece makes it very easy to see the image. The only other colors used in the picture are skin tones. There is the skin color of the person wearing the glove, and the fur that the glove is made of is tan and brown. It seems like in real life, there wouldn’t be a shadow of the fingers. The brightness of the white background makes the viewer wonder where the shadow is even coming from.
The combination of the glamorous nails and the grungy gloves show the contrast of different social classes. Looking at the image, I am curious where the rest of the hand is. How come the artist cut out the wrist and forearm of the person wearing the gloves? I think I would like to see the image with a different background. The plain white makes it seem like the hand and glove were just cut out of another piece of work and dropped onto the empty background.
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Ekstasis Paper
As soon as I’m in, I notice that everything is completely black, and I can’t see a thing. Holding my arms out in front of me, I proceed walking through the black space. After a few minutes of walking, everything returns to bright. It isn’t like the brightness from the sun though, it’s like there is an extremely bright lighting system on the ceiling, except there are no light bulbs to be seen. I come to a bridge, and continue to cross over it. After the first two steps, I realize that the bridge is vanishing behind me as my foot leaves the surface. I pick up my speed; I’m not so sure I want to find out what happens when I vanish with the bridge.
Next, there is a small section of water, of which I must swim through in order to advance through this bizarre structure. The water is the most beautiful color that I’ve ever seen. It ripples small waves of turquoise and several shades of blue. I step into the water and do a couple of bobs up and down to see if I can reach the bottom. The strange pool of water seems to be bottomless as I plunge downward for several seconds and don’t approach any solid ground underneath me. I carry on swimming across the small body of water and finally come to the end. I climb out of the water. During my next few steps, I notice a small goblet of fire. I swerve my path around the fire and proceed to the next challenge.
I enter into a series of mazes. After at least an hour of trying to navigate my way through the seemingly impossible maze, I come to another bridge, at last! I cross the bridge and enter into a room. The room is small with black walls. In the middle of the room, there is a pedestal with intricate carvings of shapes and lines all over. On top of the platform, there sits a looking ball. There is a marble base and a fairly large glass globe. As I reach the ball, I put my hands around it and gaze into the center. I see the strangest thing; several people are filing into what looks to me like a small art gallery. The people shuffle around the room and eventually stop at one work of art, and begin to sketch the chosen piece. This continues for some time, and then the people start to stand up and exit the gallery. After everyone leaves the room, nothing happens, the art hangs motionlessly on the white walls. I begin to feel dizzy and lightheaded.
I wake up in the middle of the desert. I seem to have passed out from the extreme heat. I don’t remember how or when it happened. All I can pull from my memory is a pyramid. I was inside it, trying to steer my way though the outrageous obstacles. I remember reaching a small room that sheltered a looking globe. The rest remains hazy in my mind…
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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