There once was an invisible kid. An invisible kid with a shadow. On cloudy days he was hard to see, and if he didn't talk people sometimes didn't notice he was there. When he was born, the doctors were stunned. His mother felt all the pains of labor and yet it appeared that no child was there when she was done. Only from the small, dark splotch on the hospital table were they given any indication that there was a baby. You can touch him, but you can't see him. He doesn't know what he looks like. He never has to worry about a bad haircut.
Monday, May 8, 2017
I think it's really hard to define ourselves at such a young age, but if I had to I would say that I'm defined by my interests. I've always tied a lot of myself to my hobbies and activities, feeling like I needed to find my "thing". I've done a lot of activities over time, gymnastics, piano, horse riding, ballet, singing, rock climbing, theatre, art, and several more. All of these things have been important to me at some point or another, and I think thats what I would like to focus on in this project.
Cindy Sherman, Untitled #352, 2000, Chromogenic color print
Cindy Sherman is a photographer who almost exclusively photographs herself, but while many of her pictures are of herself, they aren't "self-portraits". Cindy Sherman portrays characters in her work, stereotypes of people from all different walks of life. The stories she tells are not her own, and through the expression of others through her work, she offers a commentary on society and the people of past and present.
Brandon Stanton is a storyteller, in his most famous series, "Humans of New York", he combines photographs of people he meets with short stories from their lives. The pictures are narrated, providing a look into the life of someone else and through this work, Stanton also expresses himself.
I believe the purpose of a selfie is to convey something, whether it be an artistic, self expressive statement or just showing off a new outfit. By definition, a selfie is just a photograph of a person taken by that person, which gives you a lot of wiggle room to be creative. I'm not sure whether or not selfies should be considered art. I don't think art has to have meaning or depth or anything really, so if someone wants to market their bathroom selfies as modern, contemporary art pieces and a statement on life, society, etc. then so be it.
Wednesday, May 3, 2017
Looking at the examples was extremely inspirational, seeing how professionals were using the methods of levitation photographs gave me a lot of ideas for the project and greatly motivated me. I don’t think I would’ve been as engaged in the project as I was had I not seen the examples beforehand. The websites that just had a compilation of images from professional photographers were the most helpful, because they made me think about the process behind creating the photographs and how to approach this kind of project.
I think that my main strength in this project was the fact that I was already familiar with photoshop, which I believe helped me execute my ideas much more effectively since I already knew how to use the tools. In the end I think this helped the final products look very clean and convincing.
The major challenge of this project was mainly the tediousness of it. One of my photographs involved very meticulously erasing areas around the props that I used, which was not difficult but very time consuming. I did try a few shortcuts, but in the end doing it the longer way yielded better results, and I think my images benefited from it.
Tuesday, May 2, 2017
The ice cream parlor was torn down in 1988.
With it went fond memories and firsts. Her husband, now 79 years old, worked in the ice cream parlor every summer from 1952 to 1958. She met him when they were high schoolers, he was wiry with blonde hair, acne, and a dream that one day he could escape the sleepy, mid-western town. He wanted to be an architect, move to New York or San Fransisco and make big things. Important things.
He worked up the courage to ask her on a date in 1956. She had known him for years, and she only lived a few blocks from the ice cream parlor. She said no the first time, yes the second.
He graduated with the class of 1959. He planned to move in 1961. His mother was diagnosed with cancer in 1960. Plane tickets and mortgages went to making her better. He enlisted in the military in 1963.
His term was finished in 1971, they were married in 1975, and their son was born in 1977.
They thought about moving many times throughout their marriage, but nothing ever came of it. Every year they thought that maybe they were going to leave, and every year something came up or fell through or went wrong.
There were more children, two boys and a girl in total, and they graduated in 1995, 1997, and 1998 respectively.
By 2001 the house only had two occupants.
Sometimes she asked him if he ever wished it had been different. She asked him if he regretted his decisions, if he didn't feel fulfilled.
They opened an ice cream parlor together in 2005.
He called it "Big Things", and never regretted anything.