To Capture or Be Captured Continues... (Hint: Please Keep Scrolling Down, You Will Find More Stuff, Don't Give Up).
How I got from this...
To this...
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To...
Some other things but I won't get into that just yet.
For now I'd like to reflect back to what was going on then.
There were actually LOTS of things going on then --well there are SO many THINGS going on ALL the time... but you know...
Here it goes (with a HINT of really bad grammar --As if I
hadn't been doing that before. Oh, by the way the intro to the following is
really cliché... so...don’t say I didn’t warn you):
To
tell you the truth, I didn't imagine I'd be sitting here right now recording
myself type on a laptop that I was required to buy in order to be in this school,
while eating a sandwich I made last night, and pondering about why the hell I
didn't participate in the last critique since I hate it when people don't say
anything about my work and at the same time I tell myself that I don't say
anything during someone else’s critique but not for the same reasons why others
do not say anything about my work, all while being at the John M. Flaxman
Library. Phew. That took a lot out of me to type all this down. I kind of get
why people say that typing your thoughts down into a computer can obstruct the
mind. But then again I kind of get this awesome sensation from typing. Like
when my fingertips just lay on the damn keys and it makes this seductive ass sound.
I don't know what the hell I'm
typing. Oh, yeah. I'm at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. And for
some reason I think I shouldn't be here. This is not even including the fact I
can't pay for this school and I have yet to apply for a loan.
But let's not get into the financial aid stuff for now. Instead let's focus on what happened these past months. It was definitely a roller coaster ride and it was almost impossible to not let the external world get in the way of things. That is if the external world consisted of stressful situations the internal world was greatly affected --BY THE NATURAL DISASTERS OF MY MIND...
The first critique consisted on the making of 25 drawings, having to show them in a group, choosing 10 and the rest is craziness. Well, not really. I was told that my work consisted of many EYES and lots of heavy outlining. Yes, that's true. But I didn't really understand why. Or why that was so damn important. But I guess I had to figure it out myself (hint: I still don't know why I like drawing so many damn eyes). But I decided to step out of my comfort zone. That is, I told my eyes goodbye...for a while at least:
Eye, Golf Ball & Other (2014)
Fanny Reyes
Acrylic on Paper
So I did this for the second critique...
Yep, that's what happened. I responded to my first critique and blocked out all the eyes. It was kind of liberating to tell you the truth. Although I may be objectifying the figures on the collage drawing. And I used red. Pretty 'violent' I know. But that's what I do. I respond to things around me. Above me. In front of me. In back of me. On the right. Left. Side to side. Backwards. Upwards. Yeah, I got kind of carried away there. Oh, and regarding violence... I'd like to think I'm too lazy to do anything violent. So I guess that's why I do art. (Kidding). Damn I hope who's reading this doesn't think I'm a crazy violent person. I'm going to go do some art about that.
Some other stuff that I made:
Painting On Stuff 1.1 (2014)
Fanny Reyes
Paint on Painting Palette (literally!)
I realized shortly after that I had painted the palette that I had recently watched a TED video of a talk by Alexa Meade. But ONLY AFTER I HAD DONE THIS. Well anyways, she had been interested in shadows and slowly began painting on stuff like grass to manipulate where these shadows would lay. I found this really interesting for some reason and kept watching the video. Then she began painting over a still life. These included her breakfast! She painted over grapefruit and eggs and other things. Then she continued to paint on people and then photographing them. In my opinion, she is still manipulating what she photographs. She is playing with reality? But you can still tell that she is, that is when she juxtaposes her painted people on the subway and other REAL places. For some reason I had a problem there emphasizing that the background is just that... reality?
Well, writing about this today is much different than it was back then but I still remember being in front of the class and trying to explain to them something that wasn't so clear to ME too. That and technology not working towards my advantage. This following collage within a collage within a collage within a collage. Or is it a collage of a collage of a collage of a collage of a collage. I enjoy it saying for some reason.
Collage Within a Collage, Within a Collage... (2014)
Fanny Reyes
... Oh yeah, Photograph of Paint on Object Collage Within a Collage, Within a Collage...
