Three References

I have decided to change directions a little bit with my project to representing the beauty and advancements technology has brought us, but also how it distracts us and the necessity for a balance between the two in our society. Marcel Dzama created this masked woman titled "Soon to Change." I liked the idea of her being hidden, her senses are being covered and dulled. The dull tones she uses and her choice of offsetting the face in the painting brings a great sense of unknown to it. I will be playing around with this sense of mystery throughout my project.








Years ago, I made a friend that lived in another state over the internet through a social networking site. We talked often and I was able to share much with him more easily than friends I had in person. I had a dream about him one night, and because of the great mystery in the reality of our friendship- my dream turned into one of the most surreal and precious experiences. I want to convey that eerie sense of mystery and unknown in an elegant and orderly visual. I want to expand on the idea of the many precious relationships that exist in a different reality than the natural world. Suzy Poling uses photography and the inspiration of Science Fiction films to convey this eerie feeling.










Ree Treweek created this image from pen, ink, and photoshop. This is an example of what I was thinking to illustrate on my bubble. I want to make a design that blurs together in a collage of the sea. I am thinking of creating this on the "bubbles" that represent the experience of the relationship. I will be wearing a bubble over my head and will be attached to others.

memory

There is a very faint, yet distinct memory when I was with my father as a child (around 6 or 7 years old) that is very dear to me. I was going to work with him that morning. He drove as the sun was rising in our old van with maps and trash stuck on the dashboard. I remember very specifically the warm feeling of the bright morning sun and the reflections of burning light. He stopped to get donuts that morning (which was exceptionally rare) and they were sitting in my lap. The half hour drive to his office in Tampa was much more of a day long road trip of pure anticipation. My dad and I barely spoke. I just watched as the golden dew drops raced each other on my passenger window, as he concentrated on driving. Looking back, it is a very dear and happy memory of my father and I on a very mundane occasion. To be honest I am unsure if there was trash and maps on the dash, because it seems very unlikely as the type of people my parents are. I am aware because of how faint this memory is that there is much I have subconsciously altered, including how I felt. It is a memory of happiness between my father and I, but it is very possible I was silently looking out the window with the sun in my eyes. It could have been just like any other day going to his office with him, except that no one else was with us.