This semester I have a Gender Studies class and we are all required to do a final project in which you have to discuss a certain topic that relates to gender. Keeping in line with my major change I decided to bring in art history and discuss the female nude and depiction of the female body throughout art and how it is gendered and constructed. I had to get a lot of books from a lot of different libraries and I was also able to get some great books from two very great art history professors. So here is my reading list for the next few weeks.
This week we assigned an essay for Art History. We had to choose five works art from five different time periods, those being Ancient, Medieval, Renaissance, 18th-19th Century, and Contemporary/Modern. We then had to do a formal analysis of the pieces. I liked this project. Formally analyzing a work of art forces you to really look at the piece and everything that makes up the work. You pay attention to every little detail and instead of focusing on the subject, you focus on lines, lighting, brushwork, shape, and materials. You focus on the emotions that piece portrays and how you connect to it. It helps you to understand how to look at art. It’s a good practice to know.
“Well, I know that I’ve messed up more than a time or two. I’ve lied like hell, I’ve done it well and I’ve got the scars to prove.”
Today was pretty intense mentally & emotionally for me. I was able to have a long overdue conversation with a dear friend. A conversation that made sense in so many ways and filled in some gaps.
I’ve struggled with faith for some time now. I was born Lutheran and then confirmed Catholic. My parents raised me to attend church every Sunday and even attend Bible school. I never got much out of it. Was it because I was forced to attend? I wasn’t ready to attend? I didn’t understand the capacity of it? Now as an adult I’ve watched religion tear my family apart and be responsible for an unaccounted number of deaths throughout the world. Such a fine subject to dance around. Speaking with another friend, TJ, about this brought tears to my eyes. I’m not going to state my beliefs, or which is right or wrong. I doubt this is what Jesus had in mind though. I’m thankful for moments like these, as hard as they are.
An optical and meteorological phenomenon that is caused by both reflection and refraction of light within water droplets resulting in a spectrum of light appearing in the sky. An optical illusion.
This photo was taken after a gnarly lighting storm had moved through the area. The skies cleared just as the sun was beginning to set, allowing me to get this beautiful shot.
I’ve always been drawn to abandoned & forgotten places. I wanna know the story. What was here before, how did it become forgotten and what’s next?
A few places have given me the creeps, but most of the time it’s intriguing to look around and take photos of someone’s past.
This particular photo was taken of an old farm house off a numbered country road. The broken window with a lace wild flower growing in front, caught my attention.
*SideNote* Lilly & Oliver often go with me to shoot photos, definitely if I’m not feeling well in case something happens. As I’m knee deep in wild flowers again, in front of this old abandoned farm house, Lilly jumps in the front seat and honks the horn scaring the piss out of me.
I don’t mind it, gettin’ dirty, wearin’ boots & jeans. Walking through corn fields and down train tracks. Its such a liberating feeling. Finding old abandoned homes, buildings & barns. I once walked through a barn that had antique furniture covered and books dating back to 1800’s.
I really enjoy finding lost memories.
Locked. Guarded. Secure.
I’ve never noticed this place. I think its funny how we notice things only when were ready. I’ve driven by here countless times, apparently not ready until now to see such beauty. As I walked up the lane I had a sense of violation. Not because it was illegal to be there but I felt as if I was violating privacy of someone. An odd feeling I’ve never experienced in a cemetery.