Final Project

My final project has endured many shapes, forms and changes to get where I ended up at. I first had the plan to prepare a visual artwork that accompanies an audio clip of a recently memorialized legend of music. As time in photoshop progressed, I slowly came to the realization that that is not what has been most important to my experience this semester.

You all were.

You all provided apace for me to be myself, unapologetically and uncensored. That's the art in my mind, full freedom of expression. Anything I have chosen to do, you have all jumped on board and supported me.

I hold all of your work to be my "gold standard," I aspire to be like you all and learn everyday from your unique artistic processes.How can I leave a class I loved without giving back?

I compiled all of my phone and camera photographs from beautiful memories I had throughout the semester and turned them into a 28 photograph collage. I know it looks like a lot, but that just who I am.... unapologetically.

The Radical Utopian Experiment

This is it. This is the paramount post. This has been my experience in Art 470.

Professor Michael Peterson should be awarded a Nobel prize for his contribution to the awareness and mental health of college students everywhere. Michael either has some sort of voodoo sorcery or he has been lacing his magically delicious snacks and tea with a love potion. I have now taken two classes with Micael and in both cases every person in my classes has ended up friends after the fact.

Never in my life would I have thought I'd be in a class about art and COVID with a girl named Serendipity! You 5 are some of the most genuine and unique human beings with nothing but love for the craft and for each other. I never thought I'd be in a class with 5 girls who I would know on as deep of a level as I do you all.

If I have learned anything about this radical utopian experiment, it would be to never haven assumptions, embrace your "weirdness," and most importantly have fun.

I love you all more than I can put into words and I am beyond thankful to Michael for being the mad scientist he is and forcing us all to push ourselves and be better.

COVID-19 Memorial Project

To be quite honest, I'm still not sure what our group project was really all about.

This is by no means me saying it has no meaning or that it was not "art," however. To me, this project was an exercise in social interaction between artists. We all have have radically different brains and thoughts and we all conceptualize and brainstorm pieces/projects in incredibly dissimilar ways.

It was a good night. I arrived to Madison's house around 9 with Sophie and a to-go margarita from Luchidor. We sat around and drank, played chess and loosely plan for an hour or two. During that time I was handed a. post-it note and told told to draw a spiral, I didn't think anything of it and drew a crappy spiral with a little music symbol next to it. Next thing I knew, that was the project!

Kudos to Sophie, really, she has come up with some great ideas for our group projects this semester. We talked about the spiral, what it meant and tried guess which spiral belonged to each group member.

Stop.

Something's missing....

what was that you say? trashcan fire?

YES! finally!!!

I have waited almost 8 years for this opportunity and finally and the chance to take it. We have been waiting for weeks to find a time to have this trashcan fire at Liz's house, and we HAD to do it. So how does this have to do with spirals?

We thought it would be symbolic to spread the ashes of the spring break tree in a spiral for our final group project. So that what we did.

I'm not one to come up with deep conceptual meanings for things but I know deep in my heart, the art was in the friendship of 6 of the most wildly different people in Madison.