Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Pics from all three days. I somehow didn't take nearly as many as I did at ConNooga. I actually ended up in one! How did that happen? Also: I need to do an analysis of these pics along with those from connooga. Despite being radically different conventions, they have some very interesting similarities in terms of what people choose to wear. I don't mean just being in costume but how and what they choose as costumes.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Make an exhibition of art in you parent's house.
Here we go...
This clock used to hang in the eating area of the kitchen, now it's above the kitchen sink. I keep changing my mind about it. Sometimes it looks ugly or silly and sometimes it's cute and fun. Now it's mostly nostalgic.
My Dad loves MC Escher. We have a couple more prints of his work, but this is the one that's always been around. I could stare it for hours when I was younger, trying to figure out how I could do that.
Poster of a Matisse collage. It used to be in the Guest room in Michigan, then in my bedroom for a few years. I loved how it was the brightest craziest thing in the whole house.
There used to be two of these. I don't remember who made it. I do remember it used to look like just blobs and took me years to finally see the bull, then the horse and it's rider.
This is a page of actual dollar bills. My parents got it someitme before I was born. I used to count all the bills to make sure the number hadn't changed.
My Parent's Ketubah (Jewish wedding contract) used to hang in the living room, but now hangs in their bedroom next to their wedding photo. Until I knew it was their ketubah, I thought it was the worst piece of art in the entire house. It's a shame the ink has faded so much. The first picture is a close-up on their hebrew names and the signatures, one of the only parts of it still easily readable.
This is another poster, I think. It's always hung in the downstairs bathroom, in Michigan, we even painted the bathroom in colors that complimented it. The walls were much more interesting than the art they were supposed to compliment.
This is a needlepoint sample piece my mom made that used to hang on the wall by the stairs,. Mom used to do a lot of needlepoint work, but eventually got too busy with 'real work'. I used to think it was really ugly, but now it's really nostalgic.
The two Ansel Adams posters used to look boring to me, but now I really appreciatte them from an aesthetic point of view.
This one used to hang in the living room right next to my parent's Ketubah. It took me years to realize it was flowers in a vase, not some fantastic creature.
Out of all the posters in the house from museums and things my parent's saw before i was born, this is the one I remember most. I think this what inspired me to go through my hat phase in preschool. I wore hats everywhere and my favorite on looked like the hat on the statue in this poster.
This is a poster from an opera, I think, I used to stare at it for hours on end trying to figure it out.
It's a fuzzy dreamcatcher! Honestly, I still don't know what it is, but it always goes on the living room wall.
The next two pictures are wall hangings that are part f a set of three, the third hasn't been around since I was a kid, so it doesn't go in the exhibit even though it's huge and awesome.