Thursday, August 29, 2013

I applied for Graduation! ~ And... ART

Dear Journal -

Yesterday I went to school and filled out a form that is required to apply for graduation! My dream of 10 years is about to become a reality and It still hasn't really hit me, It feels strange almost.

There is a bunch of stuff I would like to write you about, but it is so much that I am a bit overwhelmed.  Instead of going on a tangent about it all, I will just write a few sentences, that will remind me of the events of my now.

I am feeling really sad about the fact that I am afraid that I lost my friend AJ, http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2012/06/f-trust-issues.html yet I am happy that I made up with my friend BK, http://jazzy-jazzysjournal.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-bk.html funny how that worked out.  There are a lot of emotions in me at this moment and so I am listening to classical music because it always makes me feel calm.  Tomorrow, I am going to the movies with BK, I am so excited to be able to hang out with him again, I have missed him much! 

I will tell you more about him and all that has been going on in my life as soon as I have a true free minute.  For now, I want to share a short essay that I wrote back when I first started on this road of obtaining my Bachelor's degree.  I wrote this on February 2010 the same year I met BK.  I want to put on my journal some of or maybe I will eventually put up all of the papers I wrote for school, because this is my journal, one fine journal that I am very proud of. And I want to have my papers here where I can easily read them should I ever want to.  I wrote this particular essay in one of my favorite classes which was my art class.  The assignment was to go to an art gallery, view a piece that was on display and compare it to one that my professor told us about.  Below is what I wrote.



February 2010

Art Class





William T. Willey – The war your after Durer’s



As someone new to art, it is really difficult for me to describe this piece as it is the first time as an adult that I go to an art gallery and look at a piece of art and really detail it and try to describe it as best I can.



As a high school student, I remember going to a few art galleries on a class trip once, but while in the art galleries all that amazed me was the fact that these works of art cost thousands of dollars.  When I walked into Claire Oliver’s art gallery the only thing that was really on my mind was how much this painting probably cost and the fact that I didn’t know what I needed to be looking at or describing or how I would accomplish this paper.



When I first set eyes on this strange to me piece of art, my first thought was, “did this artist grab some paint and started throwing it at the canvas?" it looked as if he had grabbed black and white paint and started throwing it at the canvas almost in anger, just upset throwing the colors all over to fill the whole thing, I could almost feel his distress and frustration, yet I did not even know what he looked like.  It was only when I looked at the picture with emotion and love for what art represents that I got to see the piece deeper.  It was almost like looking through a window of dark color to find what secrets lay inside.  I could see the detail of the barbell, I was able see in detail the devil like creature in the background and the words written in Spanish. 



I don’t quite understand why this piece is compared to that of Albrecht Durer’s Knight, Death and the Devil.  I guess the best explanation that I can give to compare these two pieces of art is, that they both have a devil like creature on them, they are both dark in feeling, very depressing and deeply emotional.  Looking at William T. Willey’s piece certainly took me a few minutes to get into it, meaning as I said before, I had to think not with my head but rather let my feelings search for the picture, where as when I looked online for the piece that Durer painted, I didn’t have to let my emotion guide me but rather It was visual it was all there, very evident for me to examine and then let my feelings become involved.



In conclusion, It was a great first experience and one that I will probably never forget.  I am definitely learning that art, is not only a picture, but rather an emotion that the painter feels and is trying to portray not with words but with colors, lines and circles.



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