Friday, March 23, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Paper Stacking Project
The produce I chose for the first part of the paper stacking project is a banana. I chose a banana because I thought it would be more of a challenge than an apple or orange. The greatest challenge I faced in recreating the banana was to ignore my perception of a stereotypical banana, and actually observe the one I had in front of me. After completing the paper sculpture, I covered the paper gesso and also painted it with acrylics to look like an actual banana.
For the second part of the project, I made an object with a mold similar to the shape of a cell phone or iPod. It was made from paper stacking, but some of the paper was covered in very personal texting conversations and emails. From the rectangle shape strips of paper covered with more personal conversations shot out and were tangled amongst one another.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Memento
My memento consists of a PBR can, a leather cord, and black tape.
The PBR can represents home. I was born and raised in the suburbs of Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Every where you go in Milwaukee you are bombarded with Pabst ads and historic Pabst landmarks (The Pabst Theater, The Pabst Mansion, the brewery, etc.).
I cut apart the PBR can, and built a sphere frame out of it. This frame represents the cycle of my travels between St. Augustine and Milwaukee. I know in the end, I will return home. The frame also completes an entire circle. When I'm home I feel complete.
Through the frame, I wove various size strips of the PBR can. This creates confusion and disorder. This confusion reflects my feelings toward a relationship that I relate with being home. For many years this relationship has caused problems in my life, and has left me emotionally frustrated. It creates chaos in what would otherwise be a very structured life.
Tying the leather cord onto the small globe turns it into a necklace. This allows me to keep my memento close to my heart at all times. It will constantly be a reminder of home and a reminder of where my heart is.
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