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snow college - art 2950
Monday, April 26, 2021
Creative Future -- Rebekah Ashby
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Sunday, April 25, 2021
Creative Future- Jess Hebertson
Here is a general list/timeline that I hope my creative future looks like. These are some of the bigger overarching goals I have for the next five, ten, and fifteen years.
Friday, April 23, 2021
Thursday, April 22, 2021
1 Image 1 Minute -- Rebekah Ashby
1 image 1 minute
This is a photo of me and my younger brother. We are in my Grandparents’ old house, and I believe the watermelon is fresh from their garden. Their old house is a log cabin, and Grandma still has the cabinet seen in the background, now placed in my great-grandparents home that has been renovated a few times. I was around eight when they moved homes, so I only have very few, foggy memories of the cabin while they were living there. The most memorable are family parties where there were so many relatives present, it was always packed no matter what part of the house you were in. Now it's dusty, and half of the walls were knocked out for my grandpa's tool shop. It has been inhabited by the occasional raccoon, and we are still sorting through old stuff from that home.
Monday, April 19, 2021
Persona - Melissa May Beutler
Lissa May (me age 5) is quite strange. Her favorite things include Laffy Taffy, Bubblegum ice cream, Deer, exploring, and the color pink. One of her personal habits is to run up and hug whoever she sees is wearing pink (because it means they're a nice person). She does not like to write things in her journal so instead, she draws what she did that day. Today is a work called Embarsing (embarrassing).
Persona- Jess Hebertson
Aster Roux is someone who, at first glance, always has her head in the clouds. Once you get to know her you'll find that she has a sharp wit and a mind full of big ideas. Aster works abstractly for the most part. She is interested more in how texture, color, and line interact and less in creating meaning or commentary, though if you ask her she will always tell you it means something deep and important.
Persona - Calli Sumsion
Mila Noon
- Lofoten Islands, Norway
- Werewolf princess
- Lives in the magical woods in her cottage
- Brown hair, tan skin, yellow eyes, 5'7"
- Hobbies: painting, baking, running
Sunday, April 18, 2021
Persona- Andrea Martinez
My name is Jennifer Stone. I was born in 1998 in Perth, Scotland. I have purple eyes, straight black hair, freckles and I measure 1.71m. I’m a chef who likes to cook about everything, especially desserts, crepes. Every time that I prepare a dessert I like to decorate them and also the plate by putting a small drawing. I live in New York City, I work at the famous restaurant “Bonjour crepes and Wine”.
I love to eat Indian food, my favorite plate is the Chicken Makhani which is butter chicken cooked in a spiced tomato sauce, and Aloo Gobi which is potato and cauliflower.
My style is Artsy and trendy which is wearing trendy colors and clothes and I use comfy shoes, like sneakers and combat boots.
I like to spend my time with my family playing tennis and golf and do video chat with my Mexican YouTubers friends SKabeche.
Saturday, April 17, 2021
Persona - Emilee Thomas
My Persona - TDMorris
Cristo – Architect
Business Man in a zoot suit with a Fu-man-choo
Fashion – capes and drapes, flip flops and beach attire
I live in a 1970’s art colony in Cotopaxi, CO
I eat snap peas and pasta, fresh fish and buffalo steaks
I want to be useful in the art community and with my family
My friends are artist and travelers, ski jumpers and goat herders
I build odd things like mobiles that lift my spirit when I
give them away
I play Indian flute music with a group of Native American dancers
Sometimes I’m a hermit and live on a boat under a glacier that
feeds the lake
I soar in an open cockpit sport glider
I am my own persona. I see now in twenty-twenty what I could have created then.
I see myself and the art of wonder, for I am child like and find delight in unusual things
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
Self Portrait After 15 Minutes- Jess Hebertson
I spent 15 minutes preparing grounds in my sketchbook, just putting down color and shapes. I then drew and painted a little bit on top of it.
Tuesday, April 13, 2021
Self Portrait after 15mins - Emilee Thomas
Sitting quietly and trying to not think of anything is often a difficult task for me. I went to a place that helps me feel better, walked around, and sat on a bench. After, I wrote all my thoughts in the back of my sketchbook and decided to overlay them on a picture of me. Thoughts and writing words are a huge part of who I am.
Monday, April 12, 2021
Sunday, April 11, 2021
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Monday, April 5, 2021
1 Image, 1 Minute - Calli Sumsion
It's interesting how something I was part of feels like a different world. I can barely remember anything from my childhood, but I can remember the comfort of being held in my dad's arms. I wish I could go back and freeze time, but I wouldn't have the same knowledge and the perspective that I have of my dad like I do today. My dad still brings joy and laughter in my life, and that stays consistent. But is he the same man he was 20 years ago? I believe to be turning into my dad with my nose and smile, my sarcastic humor and pessimistic comments, my growing collection of a million knick knacks... Perhaps I am turning to be but a version of my dad. Although similar, when people ask if I will become an attorney like my dad, we just turn to each other and laugh. I didn't inherit his smartness. Man, woman, old, young, father, daughter, same, different. My dad is my dad, and I love him very much.
Sunday, April 4, 2021
1 image 1 minute- Jess Hebertson
About a week after my grandpa died, I was sitting in my dad’s office as he went through old pictures. He went quiet and asked me “Have you cried yet?” I immediately felt guilty. I told him no, I hadn’t, and he let out a breath. “Me neither.” He said. “He was my dad but he caused me so much pain.” As this picture was on the screen he said “One year we were driving back from a Christmas party from their house and I just cried. I cried and cried and your mom asked me what was wrong and I told her ‘I feel like my parents have died, like the parents I worked so hard and wished are gone.’ I don’t know if you remember, you were very little.” I don’t remember this car ride. “Sometimes,” He said “You mourn the loss of someone long before their body is dead.”