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I wasn't signed up for the class last week, so I wasn't there, but here are some thoughts anyway.

To everything,
There is a season,
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
-Rick Rubin

From the Creative Act: A Way of Being

One book that has been inspiring be recently is the Creative Act: A Way of Being
-It is beautifully written and encourages me in my art practice

Work Below

Shed my Soul - is exhibited at the Hatch Gallery right now alongside Anneke's work too.

Untitled Work
-used raw canvas
-an exploration of painting still life objects

Dream Scape
- Gerhard Richter Inspired Work
- Photo transferred an image from my film camera onto raw canvas
- The image was overexposed
- It was taken while I lived in Hawaii working for a non-profit
- The photo is a reflection of how I felt being there
- Similar to Richter, I overlayed the pictures with a swipe of paint
- For me, it is a way to show my memory and reflection on the past

Shed my Soul was created by ripping apart these 2 paintings
and adding various materials to the painting and reframing the work on branches that I found

"Shed My Soul" is a combination of four woven pieces with dimensions of 114cm, 83cm, 95cm, and 96cm, created in December 2021. Previous paintings were ripped into strips and tied together, then woven between found branches. Yarn, feathers, and beads were also woven into the branches. Each piece took between 5-7 hours. While creating this work, I began thinking about all the spaces I have entered in my life: what it felt like on my first day of school, how I slowly learned that I had to hide parts of myself to fit in, and how I gradually became more comfortable in a space the longer I existed in it. I also thought about how I dreaded entering a new space and felt like a chameleon, always stretching or shrinking my personality according to the environment I was in.
In "Shed My Soul," I took my paintings off their frames, ripped them, and then placed them on a new frame, demonstrating what it is like for me to enter a new environment. Other elements were added to the paintings, like yarn, feathers and beads to represent how the paintings had to stretch to fit into a new frame. The essence of the painting is still there, but it looks forever changed.

THERE WILL ALSO BE A COLLABORATIVE ART-MAKING
WORKSHOP ON JAN.26 5:30-7

If you come you'll get to add some of your textile work to my piece!

It's a representation of how pieces of yourself are left behind in the spaces that you enter or people that you interact with. As well as what you take with you when entering spaces.

February. 27
Quote that stood out to me from ACCELERATE MANIFESTO

"In contrast to these ever-accelerating catastrophes, today’s politics is beset by an inability to generate the new ideas and modes of organisation necessary to transform our societies to confront and resolve the coming annihilations. While crisis gathers force and speed, politics withers and retreats. In this paralysis of the political imaginary, the future has been cancelled."

My thoughts

I think today's society in general has a hard time generating new ideas, its not just politics. I think that it is largely to do the fact that the same demographics are still in power in regards to what ideas are shared. We are still hearing largely from one voice of people.

Crisis gathers force and speed because that is when other demographics and voices are considered and heard out. Crisis is the time to look for new ideas new perspectives because the previous ideas were the ones that created the crisis in the first place.

The future is only canceled for those that refuse to change.

Exploring the differences in response based on how you ask CHATGPT

Me: Please tell me a story

ChatGPT: Once upon a time, in a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and meandering streams, there lived a young girl named Elara. Elara had always been fascinated by the mysterious forest that bordered the village, its towering trees shrouded in a veil of ancient secrets.

One bright morning, as the sun painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, Elara decided to embark on an adventure into the heart of the enchanted forest. Armed with nothing but her curiosity, she ventured deeper into the woods, where sunlight struggled to pierce through the dense canopy.

As she wandered, the forest seemed to come alive with whispers and rustles. Elara felt a gentle breeze that carried the fragrance of blooming flowers, though none were in sight. Unfazed, she continued until she stumbled upon a clearing bathed in ethereal light. In the center stood a majestic tree, its branches adorned with glowing orbs that illuminated the space.

Suddenly, a voice echoed from the tree. "Welcome, Elara," it said, revealing itself to be the spirit of the ancient forest. The spirit explained that Elara possessed a unique connection to nature, a gift passed down through generations in her family. The orbs, she learned, were manifestations of the forest's magic, responding to her presence.

The spirit bestowed upon Elara the ability to communicate with animals, control the elements, and understand the language of the trees. Overwhelmed with gratitude, Elara vowed to use her newfound powers to protect the forest and its inhabitants.

Word of Elara's extraordinary abilities spread throughout the village, reaching even the ears of a dark sorceress who craved the forest's magic for her own sinister purposes. Determined to seize Elara's powers, the sorceress concocted a plan to infiltrate the village.

Elara, sensing the impending danger through her connection with the forest, rallied the villagers to fortify their defenses. As the sorceress approached, a fierce storm brewed at Elara's command, preventing the intruder from advancing.

A battle of magic ensued between Elara and the sorceress, each weaving spells that danced through the air. In the end, Elara's love for the forest and its creatures proved stronger than the sorceress's greed. With a burst of nature's energy, the sorceress was defeated, and the village was saved.

Elara's bravery and the magic of the enchanted forest became legends, passed down from generation to generation. The village prospered, and Elara continued to protect the mystical realm she had come to love.

And so, the story of Elara and the enchanted forest became a cherished tale, a reminder that sometimes, the most extraordinary adventures unfold when one follows the whispers of their heart into the unknown.