Finding Connections

Art is our visual soul, and music our emotional soul.
One can’t live without the other.
Music lets you feel what’s inside, while art gives you the freedom to show it.
The colors and sounds all mixed into one.
Fusing together to make you whole.
Your emotions rule you and make you who you are.
They are the strength, hopes, fears, and dreams we hold dear.
Art expresses them for all the world to see.
May as we might we try to hide them, but the brush is stronger than our will.
It lies in wait for the right moment to appear.
For in time all will be revealed.

What drives you?
Is art only for arts sake?
What part does your culture play?
Is art the child that lies within?
What colors color your world?
What sounds fill your life?
What do your eyes search for?
What does your soul hunger for?
Where do you go to find peace?

One to the world
Faking it
In exile
Through a broken lens
Border zones
Struggle to lose control
Public enemy

Lost
Soulless
Shadows
Joyful
Acceptance
Truth
Lies

Research

Mental illness Patient Art Work

Explorations

Explorations #8 Cracks



I have lived here since 1991 and never really explored it. I went looking for cracks keeping in mind that cracks represent time. It was amazing to see what I found some cracks were so old that they were almost more like faint scars barely visible to the eye. Some of the cracks I found were growing new life within them, and some had a story to them sorta like a mystery. Then there were some that I only knew the story of why they were there. They are all so similar yet at the same time so unique.

Art Diary Pages

Before I started RCAD I would draw just for fun as a way releasing myself on paper. I did this ever since I can remember. When I graduated from high school I decide it was time to clean it up and organize it. I believe I was the harshest critic of what was allowed and what was trash. I think I threw out 2 bags full of what I considered thrash, stupid, or unworthy of keeping. What was left was put in a 3 ring red binder and put away and considered my art diary. I never really wrote a diary but I came me that in my own way I did have a diary and to me it seem more personnal than just writting words it shows more of me than words do. To my this diary more preciuos to me.

Timeline of Comfort

My Stuffed Animals

I am in the middle of doing a coping time line. I got home from class and drew images of the stuffed toys I have had through my childhood as my starting place. My next step is placing them in the right order and add what help me through the teen years. Then write a little about each one, what I can remember in some cases I was to young . I only remember the end years of some of these toys history.

Fitting In

At what age do we start to want to fit in, and why?
Do we start caring, from child hood?

I believe that we start caring about fitting in when we are about 5 years old because before that we have our family taking care of us. We do not have society to worry about. Once we reach school age we start to deal with peer pressure, and the standards that society believes are important and allow you to fit in. If you are too fat, short, tall, smart, skinny, or are from another ethnic group or country it will affect how people think of you or treat you. We stared getting type cast, and find that once you have been placed into a group the popular, unpopular you are stuck in it while you are in that same group. If you want to fit in with the popular crowd you have to play by their rules. We start wanting to be part of a group, because we want to have friends, we want to belong and not be left out. Be singled out make you an out cast and also a target that can be mocked at. It also makes you feel good or bad about yourself depending on where your peers place you. The issue with society is that there is nowhere that states every one has to be thin and fit and smart and funny and fit in. It is just the perceptions we have because of the mass media and people go crazy over stuff like that. Like they binge and they don’t eat and they become bulimic and no one is totally comfortable with them self because there afraid of how the world is viewing them.