A Digital Journal by Claudia Sims

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Blog Post #8

While on our Journeys, My group got the chance to see art that was made during and after the Soviet Rule in Bulgaria. One of these was a group of stone slabs that were set around an excavated Roman era Circuit in the city Plovdiv. These stone slabs were parts of the Berlin wall. Each piece was reflected in a different artist view. To be able to touch something that caused so much pain, to be able to make art with it to make sure no one forgets what has happened, is incredible. And the fact that right in the middle of the whole installation was a place of joy and fun almost two thousand years ago, its mind boggling. I could talk about what each piece could mean, or what emotions overcame me while walking around them and touching them. There are simply too many words I could write about them, and also not enough. All I can tell you is that if you ever get the chance to travel to Bulgaria, make plans to go to Plovdiv and head towards the old town and if you get lost just ask someone where the pieces of the wall are.

Blog Post #6

So the end of the semester is coming and with it a final project. When I first started out, I knew kind of what theme I wanted to go with, a theme of life and death. Though I didn’t really know how to express this concept. First I wanted to the six drawings based off of still life. I sketched out what I wanted, took pictures, then scraped the whole idea. I knew I wanted to do something with skeletons. Dr. Emerson suggested going to the Oakland Cemetary to take a look at the graves and statues in there. Then after looking through past pictures on my phone, I found an old selfie that I had taken about 3ish years ago. I then remembered a project I did in high school where we took a picture and recreated with a bunch of tiny squares. I took this idea and decided to divide the picture in half, one side living, one dead, but instead of the divided being just straight down the middle, I did a checkered-like pattern. I wanted to show a person can be both alive and dead. I plan on using more cool colors like blues, purples, and some blacks. I am really excited to see how this turns out.

My Identity

When I first started this year, I had a somewhat idea of who I was, but after traveling to a new country, meeting so many new and different people, I learned that I really don’t know who I am anymore.

When we first started this class, we made an Identity web. I put basic things like a sister, white, musician, etc. One thing that I put down, however, was something I had been told my whole life by my family. That I’ve come from nothing but “white trash”. It never really bothered me until I got to Agnes, where most people haven’t seen a cow give birth, or got stuck behind a tractor on the way to school, a school that’s really not bigger than Agnes itself. Very few people had to ride the public school bus during their Senior year of high school, or never got to hang out with friends because how would you get home if you didn’t have a working car or how to pay for the gas? I thought everyone knew what it was like to deep clean your house in two days cause the landlord was coming over. To put it in simple words, I began to hate who I was and where I came from. I felt like I didn’t belong here, that there must have been a mistake. That it was a mistake coming here.

I would try to go home as much as I could so I could feel normal again, but I hated going back to because I was reminded of how little I was to others. I had planned on leaving Agnes. Then I went to Bulgaria. I never thought I would ever get the chance to travel outside North America, or even to Europe. Then the plane touched down in Frankfort, Germany, and I felt different. I saw a different type of pine tree. I tried food that I couldn’t pronounce less make myself. And when we made it to Sofia and walked around the city, I felt like I almost belonged in a sense. I knew what it was like growing up worrying about if you would have enough money for food and gas. I never wanted to leave.

Then we saw a glimpse into Bulgaria’s past. These people were vastly different from me, yet they treated me like I was another loud American tourist. They couldn’t tell that I was white trash, that the only reason I was there was because of scholarships and loans that will take a lifetime to pay off, they didn’t know.

Once we got back to Agnes, this feeling of not belonging increased. Even though I feel a little more connected to the people here at Agnes, I felt like I lost some connection to the place I call home. I am different. I don’t really belong anywhere right now. I don’t fit in anywhere. But maybe by the end of next year, I might find a place I do fit in, or I guess I’ll have to make one.


A beautiful Question


Why do some things that, no matter how many horrors faced, can still bring a smile to people’s faces?

This is a beautiful question because every person will have a different answer. They could have the same experiences but still, have completely different answers. I chose this because when I feel as if the whole world is coming down around me, I try and find little things that make me smile. Whether it be looking at a picture of my dogs, knowing that I can see them soon, or just looking outside and seeing the leaves change color in the fall, and winter wildflowers bloom. Everyone can find happiness in the most unusual places. Each happiness is different from the others, but there are many similarities that people from all over the world share. Some find happiness in the light of the stars at night, some in the shadows of clouds during the day. Others find it in the quite of the rushing brook or steam, others in the roaring of a windless field or wood. I believe that this is a beautiful question because it makes the person who reads this question think about what makes them happy and from there what can make others happy, and how that is different yet the same from their own views of happiness.

Blog Post #5

While working on this project I found my self biting off more than I could chew. The main problem, in my opinion, was that I should have picked a different angle to work with. I really liked making all the small detailed things out of paper, but there was just so much space that I really should have done things on a bigger scale. When we did the crit a lot of people really like the color scheme and the little details.

I, however, really did not like how it turned out. I felt like there was to much space that wasn’t really filled like other spaces were. It almost felt busy too. Like there was too much going on overall. Though it was pointed out that while looking at it in a distance, it looked better. That the scribes I did on wet paint for the wood frames of the bed really looked like wood grain.

Overall if I was to do this project over again, I would pick a different angle of the room to work with, something a little more up close on one aspect of the space. I really like the idea of this project, but I do not like the results that I produce. But the shortcomings I experience have taught me new things to think about with new projects in the future.

Blog Post #4 Mixed Media Room

In class, we were given the assignment to do a mix media piece based off of our bedrooms. The fact that I live in a dorm with another person, and that the room is kinda small, I had a lot of trouble of trying to find a good angle to take my picture of my main living area. The picture that I chose focuses on my bed and desk, both of which looked very lived in and messy. I have books and papers everywhere on the desk and cork board above it. The overall color scheme of my room is mostly cool colors like blues, purples, and blacks with small pops of other colors like red and yellow scattered about.

Once I had sketched out what I wanted to do and started to collect different mediums and scrap paper, I started to be concerned about my piece becoming to busy over all. I had a lot of stuff to portray and I saw that a lot of other people around me were doing much simpler pieces. However, once I talked this out with Dr. Emerson, I felt better about the messiness of the piece.

So far I have used two different types of paper in terms of cutting out pieces and gluing them down to the main sheet of paper, I also found some old sewing floss to use to make some cool textures. I plan on using mostly Inks, watercolor, and colored sewing floss to create color in the piece, but using the mediums on different types of materials and then transferring the finished product on the main paper.

I still have a lot to do in order to finish this piece, but I really can’t wait to see what the final piece will look like because every time I come into work on it, I find a new way to express color and texture.

Blog Post #3- Nick Cave

Nick Cave is an artist based out of Chicago. He creates these “Sound Suits” moving sculptures. These suits are made of various materials, everything from buttons to twigs to metal toys. The concept of this type of moving art piece is really fascinating to me.  Cave said that the first suit was inspired by the L.A. Riots in the 90s. He states that the idea was to create this ‘suite of armor’ from the rest of the world. He never plans out his suits when he makes them. He just seems to go with the flow. He goes to flea markets and antique shops and just roams around looking for items that call to him. He states that during these trips, he can plan out entire pieces in his mind, just by finding one piece and looking for others to go along the piece. I really like how Cave is just a ‘go with the flow’ kind of artist. He seems to get this one idea in his mind and just goes with it. He makes the idea come to life and tries to honor those who help influence those ideas. He says that the sound suites are all about honoring and celebrating different things. I understand a little about making art to honor someone or something that has helped you become who you are today, and this method of creating not only art that moves but also makes sounds, music almost, is something that blows my mind. I had never really thought about making art and sound in a way that can move and that can take on a life of its own with having live performers.

Art Post #2- Midterm

When I started on this midterm piece, I had no clue what to do. I played around with this idea of the rules of thirds when trying to figure out how to incorporate a grid into the piece. When I did my six small drawings, I really loved working with the Charcoal and playing around with the subtracting method. I really wanted to play around with different tones of black and white, and I thought the ink would be a nice contrast with the charcoal. At first, I felt really good about where I was going with this piece. I did all dry materials first. I really like how the paper took the charcoal, and how it almost sat on top of the paper, which when rubbed out, made a really nice texture as well. However, when I started to add the ink to the piece, I kind of did not like how dark the ink made everything. By the time I finished the piece, I felt like I messed up the whole thing. There was not a lot of contrast in terms of light and dark. Overall there was so much dark in the piece by my standards. Though when we did the the crit, a lot of people seemed to like how dark the piece was. Also that I somehow had a white outline around most of the objects, that created a glowing effect to the whole piece. Even though I still have some negative feelings towards my midterm, I felt a lot better after the crit when people said the like the “Moodiness” of the piece and how it was different from what other people did.   

6 small drawings

I was nervous when we were first given our assignment of the 6 small drawings. I had never really worked from a 3D still life, or a lot of pieces in only using black dry materials. I only really have experience with wet media like acrylic and oil paint(which by the way is flipping hard to do because the number of LAYERS) Anyway…even though I was scared, I really liked how most of them came out.

The only one I actually don’t like is the first one I did. I spent to much time on it in my opinion, and it became to busy.

My best pieces, however, are the ones that I spent minimal time on. Like the positive/negative piece. It was simple to do, just lay down charcoal and then erased to make lighter points, and used more charcoal to darken areas. My peers also seemed to like this piece because of the contrast between light and dark.

There is just something about working with charcoal, no matter the form, that makes me feel happy inside. That I can make lines then use those lines to shade without adding more media to the paper. Also, there is just something about getting messy, and seeing my hands slowly become dirty over the course of the pieces.

Given that this is only the first of many projects for this class, I’m really looking forward to seeing how my art improves. Not only in class, but outside of it as well.

Five Strengths

        When I did the strength test back in the summer I had no idea that I would be classified as someone who has Individualization, Deliberative, Restorative, Strategic, and Intellection. When I first read about these words I had no idea what they meant or how this related to anything I would learn at Agnes. But after reading about them and really thinking about what I do in everyday life, I can now see why this five words can describe me.

        The strength that I show the most in everyday life would have to the Restorative quality. To be Restorative means to want to help, to fix, to make a new something whether it be a person or a thing. This can be shown by me because I love going antique shopping. I love finding something that no one else wants, something broken or used or plain, and make it my own by either painting it, or fixing it or even breaking it down into parts to use in a different way or piece. And I guess this can also be applied to people as well. I like to make sure everyone has fun and is happy, and if they aren’t I’ll figure out why if I can so that I can do something to help. Be it leaving them their favorite food outside their door, or a pair of funky socks that I know that they have been looking for. I also think that I really want people to see this in me as well. Because I like to make sure people are happy and safe because I know what it’s like not to be, and I don’t want anyone to feel like I used too. I want people to know that no matter what I will always be there for them, to help them in any way that I can, and that if I can’t, I’ll find someone who can help them.

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