"The point is, that every piece of art changes your whole perception of the rest of the world for the rest of your life. And it's not a joke! And if it doesn't, then it's not art, it's a commodity."

- Lawrence Weiner responding to a question from Liam Gillick in "Between Artists"

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This is completely true.Obviously, some pieces of art affect us more than others, but they 100% change our perception of the world whether we realize it or not; at the very least you will remember that you've seen the piece previously. Every time after the initional veiwing you will have a sense of familiarity towards it even if you thought it sucked. It's quit wonderful that our minds work that way; an image can trigger a memory and emotions with a glance.

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Reworked...

I added some detail in the lips, hair, and eyes I also added a background color like was said in critique. I also tried to make the shading a little better than before...it was a failed attempt. I think this one looks more finished compared to the first time around

FINISHED!

After scan after scan and rearranging over and over to find a layout I liked a lot I am finally finished! I really enjoy how it turned out. I think the scans look wonderful and disgusting, project accomplished! I kind of wish I took it to the next level and maybe saved a booger or some pubic hair to add to it. I think it needs to be longer. I was picturing it being really wide, but this is what happens when I decide to wait finally scan everything a week after it is due....Better luck next time. I am really satisfied with this project though!

Thanksgiving....art?

Over Thanksgiving break I was just dead. I wanted to make things and I guess if I had really wanted to I could have made it happen even though I was busy with family, friends, and working 30 hrs in 3 days. I did get things done but not nearly enough as was needed. It was such a relief to be back in Philadelphia Sunday night. I was home again even though I've come to hate this god forsaken town. My life is here, my friends are here, but most importantly my creativity is here.

I no longer have space to make things at my parents house in Harrisburg, PA. My sister took over the room when I moved out, thanks Kait. My mother is also really anal about art supplies getting on things even when they are outside, it's kind of ironic because she went to art school for a hot minute and is still a really creative person. I have no desire to work when I am home. In Philadelphia I feel like I can work any where and am bursting at my seams with ideas and things I need and want to make. I'm glad I live here. I don't see myself living here forever, but for now this is where I'm suppose to be.

First Friday

I think I owe a couple art events...I'm not sure but here they are anyways.

Last night I went to my first First Friday. I saw a lot of cool art and interesting people even though I was freezing, should have layered better. I am going to be showing in a gallery on First Friday within a couple years, mark my word. But anyways... I'm really glad I went I think it's really important to see what's going on in the art community, and to absorb it all up like a sponge and take inspiration from it.

Routines

When I think of the world routine, I think of my soul dying. Routines have a sigma. It's often associated with the middle-aged person who: wakes up, goes to work and back home, eats dinner, watches the local evening news, then goes to sleep only to start it all over the next day. After reading the article I realized I already live a life that is set in routine; even when I wasn't in school I still function like a machine even though it was unknown to myself.


I've always known that art has highs and lows; I'm only 20 but have had many highs and lows in my ideas and thoughts on art. Art requires patients to come up with great things. I realize I have my own comfort zone when making art. When I know I need to do something( for myself, not school) I always find myself drawing trees and leaves. My sketchbooks for the past few years are full of thins that grow in the ground.

I am Brittany, I live in a routine and I still have a soul.