thinking inside the box
November 14. 2000
this photo really scares me. I look like an alien.
Cristina and I went to Jenkintown today to buy some silver for casting at a coin and stamp shop. The pieces they gave us ended up being silver coins with all sorts of designs on them - one was celebrating Apollo 15, some others were bicenntenial commemorations. I had expected they would give us chunks of silver or maybe blank coins, but these were beautiful little works of art, etched with incredibly fine detail and high polished to an almost mirror-like sheen. We sat in the pizza place, mesmerized by them. Even our waitress stopped by to stare at them for a while.
We looked through the Citypaper while we were waiting for our food (the Citypaper is a free newspaper, I think it's pretty much equivalent to the Village Voice), and I found the funniest thing near the back. Apparently there are these free ads you can place addressing anyone for any reason. So you get a great variety of ads:
PHILA ORCHESTRA CONCERT:
ONE MONTH AGO:
The city of Brotherly Love, indeed.
One thing I love about hanging out with Cristina is we can act like complete dorks together. We laughed at the Citypaper, reading the personal ads and phone sex ads, laughed at the people in the restaurant and threw Mentos at each other. After lunch, we went to a used bookstore, where I was called a perv for wanting to read "Lolita". We finally ended up in an incredibly trendy coffee bar. That's the funny thing about Jenkintown: all businesses can be divided into two groups: incredibly trendy, hip and expensive stores carrying chic clothes and modern furniture, and little greasy hole-in-the-wall joints that don't really seem interested in impressing anyone.
I ended the day in the ceramics studio, where I worked for nearly six hours. I feel like I've been neglecting my ceramics classes, which is terrible, considering it's going to be my major. Metals and painting are just so frustrating and take up so much time that not much is left for me to work with clay.
I asked this girl, Daria, who was working in the studio and I knew to be a metals major, if it was possible and/or healthy to consider double majoring in ceramics and metals. She raised her eyebrows and said dubiously, "Well, anything's possible."
I have been seriously thinking about that very thing. Because I want to combine art forms. I realized this semester that I'm not going to be happy confined to one medium. I want to use metal with ceramics and fibers with ceramics and plastic with ceramics and wood with ceramics.
I also realized today while walking through one of the galleries on campus that I am very object oriented. I've never been particularly excited by huge paintings or large sculptural installations. But the small, well made object, preferably something functional like a pot or a box or a piece of jewelry, is really interesting to me.
Even when I was much younger, I was very interested in contained, functional objects. I'd paint or inlay boxes for my friends and relatives for Christmas, and line them with soft cloth or velvet. And since I've been in college, my sensitivity to complex mixed-media functional pieces has been heightened. I have never been interested in creating pieces that must be only looked at in a gallery from afar, preserved under plexiglass and cordoned off by velvet ropes. I want my art to be picked up, to be worn, to be lived with, because that, to me, is the essence of what art is.
One Year Ago:
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