A Critique (Rough Draft...thing...)
Clearly my every-day journal goal is going splendidly. >_> Oh well. Today for M. Comm. class we had to go through ***Fest- something that the Multimedia department sponsors where students get to submit different works of art for display- and write a critique for a piece of our choosing. The professor said to write like we would for a column, as in making it substantial and entertaining to read. *sigh*... I hate writing journalism style. Not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just not my style. Like putting on a piece of clothing that doesn't fit quite right it makes me feel uncomfortable and not able to move/ act like I should. But, alas, an assignment is an assignment. Unfortunately, as Erro knows, I'm a very, very slow writer. By the time I got done everyone had left. =_= But I kind of like how it turned out- for an informal sort of thing- if only a little uncertain for its quality. So I decided to post here for two reasons: 1) so I won't lose its contents when I have to hand it in and 2) to maybe get a little feedback. Enjoy.
NOTE: For privacy's sake, the name of my school and the name of the artist have been edited out.
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A Critique
Take but two or three steps through the doorway entrance to ***Fest and you will find on your right a collection of wonderful photos in the Digital Photography category. In the middle of these is a piece called "She Remembers When" by _______. It called attention to my roving eye with a trait that might not always readily draw notice of someone else, for unlike its neighbors, "She Remembers When" has no color. It is the photo of a woman clasping her bare shoulders, but instead of looking out the window to her left, she instead gazes off to a distant point behind the photographer's shoulder, perhaps establishing the mood which inspired the title. Besides its subject, the photo is nothing but blacks, whites, and shades of gray, and it is this quality that bests complete the excellence of the piece. First, the title is amply demonstrated by the very posing. The woman is inside looking in, which is the very action of remembering. Then there is her face, half illuminated with shadows highlighting the contours of her face. However, the other half is completely enshrouded with blackness. This nothingness causes one to wonder the sort of nature her memories have, but the bleak dark firmly asserts that such will always be a mystery. No outer light can attempt to illuminate the darkness within. One last point is the addition of shades across the window. Shades of gray: the play on words evokes only more pleasure the viewer can have in trying to delve into the mystery of possible meanings the picture can have, a meaning possibly only to be fully understood when your gaze meets that of the lady's.
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NOTE: For privacy's sake, the name of my school and the name of the artist have been edited out.
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A Critique
Take but two or three steps through the doorway entrance to ***Fest and you will find on your right a collection of wonderful photos in the Digital Photography category. In the middle of these is a piece called "She Remembers When" by _______. It called attention to my roving eye with a trait that might not always readily draw notice of someone else, for unlike its neighbors, "She Remembers When" has no color. It is the photo of a woman clasping her bare shoulders, but instead of looking out the window to her left, she instead gazes off to a distant point behind the photographer's shoulder, perhaps establishing the mood which inspired the title. Besides its subject, the photo is nothing but blacks, whites, and shades of gray, and it is this quality that bests complete the excellence of the piece. First, the title is amply demonstrated by the very posing. The woman is inside looking in, which is the very action of remembering. Then there is her face, half illuminated with shadows highlighting the contours of her face. However, the other half is completely enshrouded with blackness. This nothingness causes one to wonder the sort of nature her memories have, but the bleak dark firmly asserts that such will always be a mystery. No outer light can attempt to illuminate the darkness within. One last point is the addition of shades across the window. Shades of gray: the play on words evokes only more pleasure the viewer can have in trying to delve into the mystery of possible meanings the picture can have, a meaning possibly only to be fully understood when your gaze meets that of the lady's.
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