Murals and The Art Show
I waited to update my live journal this week because my F-List was in major Battlestar Galactica mode. I have decided to go spoiler free for all the shows that I am watching so I was in hiding from spoilers. I have decided to sign up for the witness protection program spoilers are very like the mob you can’t escape them without getting whacked. Luckily I so far have managed to elude Mr. Spoiler Man!
I said that I was going to an art show last weekend which I did. It was apart of my challenge each week to do something that I normally wouldn’t do. I know art show might not seem like a big deal to you but it was to me. I was an Art Major in college and when I moved home to be with my family I had to let that go. Perhaps I didn’t want to go to go to anything the likes of art show because it was just reminder of dream that slipped away. I will admit that I was kind of nervous going out to this show but I got over it once I was inside.
I heard my art professors lecturing to me as I wandered around. We as human beings like to see patterns in all things but if you are an artist you have to force yourself out those patterns. Then that will separate your artwork from just being wallpaper.
In one of my advanced painting classes my professor had us come in early to one of the beginning classes. There were paintings from when we first started up until now displayed in the room.. We had changed our styles and learned a lot we were also getting much better. He talked about each of our paintings and what he liked about them. Then he wanted to see our patterns in the paintings that we had put there. The professor then showed us what we had done subconsciously as we painted.
The other female student had painted a pattern of colors always make a triangle with the colors. You could connect the dots and make triangles with all the colors she had used. For me all my paintings had an orb floating it was always away from the other objects always in a circle shape. Now for the guy that was in our advance painting class his pattern was a black “X” floating in his paintings. They fun part were doing kinda an abstract study just using forms and shapes. His painting had a zigzagged line that was white in the shape of an “S” then a orange distorted “E” and then a line straight down from the bottom of the “E” to the “X” spelling SEX! When he realized what he had done subconsciously as he painted he clapped his hand over his mouth “Oh my god” he said.
My professor hadn’t done this to embarrass us at all it might have seemed like it but he didn’t. I didn’t feel embarrassed at all he then gave another assignment for that day to paint something being away of your patterns that you always us and don’t us them. It was very difficult to force yourself to paint in a new way the brushes even felt wrong in my hands. I finished my project and my professor asked me to put that painting in the student show. The painting ended up being sold.
Have you found the point of my little reminiscing? I had to break my pattern of placing a floating orb in my paintings it took a conscious effort to do so. When I did the new way of painting ended up to be the best painting that I have ever done. Even now I it takes a conscious effort to break patterns in my own life. I have patterns of always trying to play it safe and not go out of my comfort zone and being the wallpaper in my own life. I am not wallpaper I have a life to live and things to experience. Get out there and be your own artist of your own life break the patterns and become something beautiful and not something to be overlooked like fading pealing wallpaper.
“I am the untaken photograph waiting for someone to capture me before I no longer exist and the moment escapes. I am the unformed clay waiting for the sculptures skilled hands to change me into something. I am the unwritten words never struck on to paper I am the unwritten poem. I am the silent melody never composed into song. I am the unpainted canvas waiting in the easel for the painter’s brushes to touch me. I waiting for the artist of my life to wake from her daydreaming and strike me into being.
I am the artist of life." --Mary Anne Kirwan--
Wild Irish Gerry Sloan. He was a pretty good singer but his act between the songs was very very rehearsed. Yup bring down the empty house.
Baskets and my camera got a case of the blurs.
Carpets everywhere. These were around $500 bucks a pop and there hundreds of them all over the building. I would have paid for one if could fly but I checked many of them and not a single one would take off.
All hand made btw.
These paintings aren't really paintings they are made with lots of tiny little tiles.
A Weaver sowing how her loom works.
These ladies put these bottles in a kiln heating them until the melted. I talked to them about they came about doing this. They said a friend of her showed her how to do it and she was giving them away for gifts for the longest time. Then she kept getting requests for them and she decided to sell them.
I took a picture of this guy looking at this piece of art that just had just to see his reaction. Leaning against the pillar there is an old rifle with a golf club shoved in the barrel. I may have laughed when I saw it.
The Murals of Klamath Falls
This one I showed you all before. The first train in Linkville later known as Klamath Falls
Directly across the street from the first Train In Linkville is this mural of Winema on the Winema Hotel. Winema's Story
This painting is on the corner of 8th and Main.
This Mural is in the same locations that the theatre once stood. The building is being updated so lots of construction and a hole in the upper right corner for a window.
This mural isn't the best because the building is also being updated at one time the painting made it look like a set of stairs went up to the second floor but there aren't any stairs.
Crater Lake National Park
Kingsley Field home of the 173rd Fighter Wing and our tiny airpot. I was out there with the 173rd in Dec 07 here is a link to that LJ post.
The Applegate Trail (Sorry about the truck but this mural is in a parking lot)
Farming in the Klamath Basin. We grow a lot of spuds and they are way better than Idaho's!