Attraction and Repulsion First draft

I have been thinking a lot lately about the things people say and the way it can effect someone. I noticed that people can be so cruel behind someones back but really polite to there face. I wanted to make sugar cookies because they are generally something that is given to someone. On the cookies I wrote insults. These are the things people say behind someones back. I took something that is attractive (sugar cookies) and put something truly repulsive (an insult) on it.

Bed Head

a self portrait
people wake up every morning and dress themselves up, but when you walk out that door to greet the world your still the same person you woke up as

More domesticated images

Domesticated

All 8 of us Trishelle, Matt, Mark, Amanda, Becky, Stephen, Katelin, and Kimberly took shifts living in our student art gallery for 1 week. We ate in there, slept in there, watched movies and did homework. It was a strange feeling being on display at all times; people constantly wanted to be entertained regardless of the hour or if you were trying to do something. On the other hand some people weren't comfortable viewing our exhibit, and they would stay out in the hall and only glance in at what we were doing. We had an interesting week and learned quite a bit about those around us, their comfort levels, and why or why not someone might choose to view our show. I learned the likelihood of visitors coming to view our show increased if they were friends of those in the show, they thought you were sleeping (which I faked several times to observe people), or if they were intrigued by the bizarreness of the temporary apartment display. This was truly a unique experience and not one any of us will forget anytime soon.

Ten Years After.

I live to do good. 

Good is defined by the stars i earn after a day clawing around just to make it where others already are. 

My efforts are materialized in stars. 

Art Manifesto

Art is something with a purpose. It isn't shocking just to be shocking or vulgar just for the sake of being vulgar. It means something to the creator. It's something that makes you think, laugh, cry, stare, question, or simply visually enjoy. It's something inside an artist that they let out for others to experience. Art is whatever, but it is not a cheap cop out.

-Kimberly M Smith

Text Assignment

Writing is an art. My brother lives in Ghana Africa and we mail each other every week. The text is art to me. What I did was take lines that had special meaning to me. I scanned the text and made a new page. With my new page i distributed it on mail boxes across Ephraim Utah.

Mushy Love Lines

For my project I took lines from popular Michael Bolton songs and turned them into new poetry. I took this new poetry and turned it into valentines which I handed out at the school library. The method I used when choosing the lines i wanted for my poem was to pick a Michael Bolton song at random and write the number line that would go next chronologically. My poem hearts read

"When you just give love

on a cloudy day

say what you feel

and no matter how she swears she'll never fall again

I think of you day and night".

My Valentine hearts were well received and even made a few people smile.

This was a friend of mine and he seemed pretty entertained by my project.

While speaking with theses two I was asked to join a club.

This guy was my favorite, he looked very serious until I gave him his poem.

text assignment

My text assignment was created using a combination of advertisements and book excerpts, stitched together to form a sort of mini magazine. I attempted to use the same to-the-point, attention-grabbing style of regular magazine adverts to convince people to pick up one of my favorite books.

I also pasted an "ad" for Jack Kerouac's On The Road into the most vapid magazine I could find and left it with the magazines in the library.


I don't know if anyone will see it, or if they'll care at all, but I'd like to think someone got a kick out of it.

manifesto

Create. Take material from the dark places and the light, and bring them to a place of understanding.

Don’t whine. Express yourself and your sorrows, but don’t whine.

Don’t be pretentious. Be honest. Sincerity is more important than brilliance.

Don’t get hung up on wondering if things are good enough, if they’re “art” enough. If it works for you, that’s all you need.

Don’t worry about the real world. Your own concept of reality will work just fine.

Absorb everything that comes your way. Take in everything and decide for yourself what gets permanent residence.

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to."
--Jim Jarmusch

artistic opportunity :D

Artist Manifesto

Art is a gift, a gift that not all understand, this makes the ability to understand art a gift as well.

Art is mistakes, it is clutter and destruction

Art is an abandoned building, or things that nobody wants anymore

Art is not perfect and it should never become perfect

Art is throwing caution to the wind and sometimes getting it thrown back in your face

Art is progression

Art is finding beauty where beauty does not belong

Art is a gift

Text assignment

Hello,

One day I’ll have to tell you about my experiences in college, getting lost in the stacks. I’m so sorry about the address mix up on your birthday card. Have a good Christmas break. I’m so glad we’re freaking friends! You are rolling with the big boys now. I can’t wait to see you again. Thanks SO much for all your help with homecoming and student life in general. EAT! In the meantime enjoy your check. I wish I were better at expressing those feelings toward you. Random I know. So I made this card for you.

Love and Hugs,

text assignment: katelin teresa.

   For my text assignment, I went to my favorite book, 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower.' In this section of the book, the main character is asking questions without really wanting an answer, and then thinks to himself; "I wish I could stop being in love with Sam, I really do." I chose this line because I have often found myself feeling the same way recently, and asking questions without actually wanting the answer, or not asking at all because i'm to afraid of the answer.

 I decided to hide the words throughout the book because to me, that is like asking questions without actually wanting the answer.

This is an Unfinished Poem

The words in this poem were put together from letters I have received from someone I care about. Each line represents a letter, each word a page.

I wrote it as I normally would a reply to one of these letters. I used the usual envelope and stamp, and put the words on printer paper. (I don't like lined paper for anything, ever.)

I left the salutation blank, apart from the comma. I don't know who would receive these words from me, and I didn't feel it was appropriate to address it to myself. I'd already been given these words, and now they were mine to give to someone else.

Each word was the 24th to appear on the page it's taken from, with one exception. The last word of the poem is the last word on the page, as it didn't have a full 24 words. The number 24 is for the amount of months I'm going without any real contact with this person.

It is not signed, as I am still receiving letters from this person, and therefore it is not finished.

The return address is simply "Ephraim, UT" without any specifics or a name. Although it's from me, it is also, in a way, from the original sender. Mostly, it's from this place. The place we met, the place we got to know each other. Our town. No matter where we go, this is the place all our words for each other are originally coming from. In place of the recipient's address I put the title of the work.

I posted it on a bulletin board in the local mail room. I left it there for anyone to take, and do what they wished with it. I glanced in there a couple of days later to see if anyone had taken it. It was gone.







- Trishelle Jeffery

artist manifesto

self-manifesto: katelin teresa

I believe in acceptance of all people, but don’t practice it.

I hate to be stared at, but constantly stare.

It bothers me when people don’t attempt to see my side of things, but almost always

stick with my own opinion.

I hate to be stereotyped, but find myself generalizing people into my home-made mental folders.

I am a blank notebook.

I am a white wall.

I overanalyze everything, and then re-analyze it.

I would never be 1/10 as hard on a friend, than I am on myself.

Artistic Manifesto

- Trishelle Jeffery.