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   

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. 

Self Portrait after 15 minutes - Melissa May Beutler

 

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.

Self Portrait after 15 Minutes - Allison Ipson

 

Self Portrait after 15 Min - Calli Sumsion

 

After 15 min of scrolling through Pinterest

Self Portrait After 15 Minutes - Andrea Martinez

 

15 Minute - Self Portrait, TDMorris

 

1 image, 1 minute -Melissa May Beutler

 

Influence, . .

 

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. 

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.”

1 Image, 1 Minute - Andrea Martinez

 Title: Llegaron las piñatas 

Date: September 17, 2017

Photographer: Lizzie Diaz 

I decided to talk about this photo because since I was a little girl, I have always admired my aunt for how she enjoys and loves taking photos. I like to see this photo because, in my country, there is a street full of piñatas that I love passing through. I like to see all the shiny colors, the piñatas’ characters, and the people working in the piñatas. Every time that I pass through that street I remember all my birthdays in which I always had a piñata, candies, cake, gifts, friends, and family. Also, it reminds me of how much happiness, laughter, and fun a piñata brings to children and adults. For example, expecting that every time you hit the piñata, candies, or even money, will come out of the piñata; getting into the ground trying to get all the possible candies you can. And even if you don’t get candies, you laugh at that. 

1 Photo, 1 Minute - Emilee Thomas

 

“Gerald & LaRae Thomas 1954”

November 14, 1954, photographer unknown

The photograph I chose is of my paternal grandparents, but the subject I wish to focus on is my grandfather, Gerald, whom I never had the chance to meet in this life.

All I know of him is brief comments from my dad and records found on FamilySearch.org.  Gerald was born 1929 in Duchesne, Utah.  Unknown to me prior to my search of his records, he had four siblings.  From what I have been told in the past, Gerald, when upset, could go days without speaking a word to the one who angered him, including his children. He had a love for fixing cars, drove a semi for work, enjoyed cold beers, was a child at heart, and, most of all, had a deep, but quiet love for my grandmother, LaRae, doing all he could to support her.

When I was deemed old enough, I was informed that my grandfather had committed suicide at the age of 62.  Because of his tragic death, he is rarely talked about, making him an even greater mystery to me.  When I see this photograph, my heart aches and I feel a deep desire to know all I can about him. 

1 Photo, 1 Minute - Allison

 

The bottom of the image starts with detailed shadow, which gradually lightens as you lift your eyes to follow the woman’s gaze. Her look is one of surprise or unbelieving, as though the act of lifting her head is an unfamiliar one. The light descending onto her face almost makes it seem as though she is looking up at her saving grace, be it a person, an event, or the light itself. Her expression is powerful, portraying a sense of fatigue, long days, months, or years of intense work or loneliness, yet her eyes and the draw of her month seem almost to indicate hope. The detail in her hair and skin portray the skill of the one who captured the moment – no areas too dark or too light, and a sense of reality that is too often lost in the idealized portrayal of the human figure. In essence, the woman portrays every one of us as we ought to be – true. True  in our emotions, true in our appearance – real, unique people.