"Sixth Sense" - Homework assignment.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Sound
This is quite possibly my favorite print of all that I made last week. This and the collaborative one with Mike's image from the touch portion of the class. I've entered them both into the University of Tampa's Alumni exhibit.
It Came to Me in a Dream
The Tibetan Bowls have a hold on me and they won't let go! I dreamt this last night: There was the bluest water with coppery bowls floating on top of it and a beautiful sound that reached the sky in bright yellow circular motions. The entire image was framed by black arches. I scribbled into a notebook as soon as I woke up so that I wouldn't forget about it before I had the chance to create it on paper. I used pastiboard, corrugated cardboard, masking tape, whinzy white paper (from my fav art supply store in St. Pete),BKF Reeves paper, water soluble block-printing ink, Gamblin black relief ink. I felt the first image didn't have enough black ink, so on the second image I didn't wipe away as much of the ink. The result was too much black ink. The final print is really just a ghost from the second image, but I like it the best. I've learned that it's really hard to get the image you want without the use of a press and that it's also easier to work as a team. I'm saving the plate. If I ever get the opportunity to use a press I will pull this print again and hopefully get closer to the desired effect I want.
sandra, the sixth sense
I see my two sixth sense pieces as works in progress. I used the materials from the packet, packing tape, masking tape and duck tape.
Time is the sixth sense in my world
I made a book from all the materials given to us before I hit the wilderness trail at Big Fork East in the Pisgah National Forest. Carrying a few mark makers and a small cup for water was a big deal as I am ridiculously weight conscious while carrying my life on my back. I drew and painted everyday usually two to three times on breaks while hiking alone with my dog. The element of time presents itself in a unique way while living in isolation in the end it is all I really have. The soul of the mountain foot path is a map of this journey which thankfully has no end. I took pictures of the work as I could with my phone when the signal permitted, I then emailed them to my husband and son who together facilitated their posting on the blog. I will continue this book on my next hike in early September in the foothills of western Conneticuit. For now I stand in awe of this incredible time gone by which began in the UF printmaking studio surrounded by the kindered spirits of my amazing collegues. Thank you all for being here and there. Happy Trails To You!
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