Strange unfamiliar feeling rising in my gut... warming cold black lonely heart... undoing cynicism embedded from being a teenager in the '90s and from being alive for the last eight years... what can it be? Ohhhhhhh... pride in my country.
Whenever I flip through a magazine or newspaper, I always open it from the back and go from right to left. Then if I find something I'm interested in, I have to find the beginning of the story and read it the right way.
Sivonna took this picture of me in Time Arts class. The assignment was about mixing public and private space. I sang the Ramones song "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" but instead of performing in front of the class, I went around the room singing one line to each person. That's me singing to my teacher there.
Classmates lining up to see my installation piece. The project was "personal to private" so I chose the idea that my race, class, and gender makes me feel pretty invisible most of the time. So I set up some typically "white" objects and tried to have them bring out this idea of invisibility. It didn't really work that well, and I pretty much knew that before I even set the thing up. On the gradient of kitschy to avant-garde, I am kitschy. That's bad. I'm pretty grouchy about it because all the feedback I got I already know: keep it simple, pare down extraneous elements, make sure the message is getting across but don't be too blunt about it. I've been doing that in music for years. Why couldn't I make it work here? Anyway, the strongest part of it was this video that was playing on a loop on the laptop. I should have just played the video and done away with all the other stuff.
I used Manley's head as part of a Photoshop placement challenge test. I am trying to prove to them that I already know Photoshop so that I don't have to sit through 3 hour classes on how to make a new layer.