Unit Information
Slab Presentation (from class)
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Slab Notes (Save for Quiz)
Approaching your artist statementFirst off, read some artist statements. I have put some in the "SeenIT Blog" along with images of the artist's work so you can make connections/see relationships. Artist statements are meant to compliment a single work, a series, or a whole body of work for the viewer to understand you and your work a little more. They do not have to be super direct; you want your viewer to make a connection with you, and if your too direct they may miss out on a possibility. Here is a link to almost a recipe style direction to approach your statement. http://www.mollygordon.com/resources/marketingresources/artstatemt/
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Sketches/Project Packet (Objectives/Critique Form/Evaluation)
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Poems and Metaphors
BY JESSALYN CANAVAN Your lives were bright and open like a spring field Your hearts were warm and strong like that of a tropical ocean Your spirit was like a tree with ever reaching branches to those you knew But, The gun split that brightness in two The metal was bent and folded like paper The river engulfed your lungs, stealing your smile away leaving you cold and helpless. Yet, You still live Through small voices that echo off the walls of the back lit screen It's as if you never left, but yet you are so far away Rest well dear friends, you are not lost or forgotten The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee
BY N. SCOTT MOMADAY I am a feather on the bright sky I am the blue horse that runs in the plain I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water I am the shadow that follows a child I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows I am an eagle playing with the wind I am a cluster of bright beads I am the farthest star I am the cold of dawn I am the roaring of the rain I am the glitter on the crust of the snow I am the long track of the moon in a lake I am a flame of four colors I am a deer standing away in the dusk I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche I am an angle of geese in the winter sky I am the hunger of a young wolf I am the whole dream of these things You see, I am alive, I am alive I stand in good relation to the earth I stand in good relation to the gods I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte You see, I am alive, I am alive N. Scott Momaday, “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee” from In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems, 1961-1991. Copyright ©1991 by N. Scott Momaday. Reprinted with the permission of the author and St. Martin’s Press, LLC. Source: In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems 1961-1991 (St. Martin's Press LLC, 1992) |
Wilderness
BY CARL SANDBURG There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross. There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go. There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis. There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot’s hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so. There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness. O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness. Source: The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg (Harcourt Brace Iovanovich Inc., 1970) |