Surface project that took literally weeks of work. We were supposed to create a system of forty glyphs that functioned as a language, and then create a final piece portraying them. I decided to make a set of forty stamps.
Because I am obviously a fucking lunatic.
Anyways, I constructed them from balsa wood and my own tears. And they’re awesome.
Me trying to pick up boys.
When photographer Courtney Johnson moved to Wilmington, N.C., she knew she would need to find a new inspiration for her projects, which had formerly focused on cityscapes.
She was instantly drawn to the ocean piers that were so common in the coastal region. As an extension of the land, piers provide a way for people to access something previously inaccessible. She wanted to take that idea of increased access a step further by sending a pinhole camera fifteen to twenty feet beneath the surface of the water, allowing people a visual entree into a space that wouldn’t naturally be within our reach.
"I liked the idea of being able to go somewhere that you couldn’t normally go. The ocean is kind of a magical, mysterious place, so [I was] trying to capture something that we can’t see as humans."
Photo Credit: Courtesy of Courtney Johnson
I got to see this at a gallery in Richmond after she lectured at my college. Seriously fascinating.
This is Chuck. Born on the flat plains of Kansas, he was baffled and vaguely offended by the trees surrounding him when he moved away from the horizontal state. He took on the life of a lumberjack, and vowed to chop down every single one.
Anonymous asked: What art class is it that you to had to create the stool sculpture in?
We made the sculpture in my Surface Studio class. It was prep for a project where we made assemblage sculptures and photographed them. That project was… incredibly weird, but decidedly enjoyable (in a very mad way). Here are a few of the ones I constructed:
So, the fire alarms at GRC (my dorm) went off the other day. At first, we thought “oh hey! Our first fire drill!” but then the fire department showed up and that thought quickly changed to “well shit,” which then changed to “well I don’t see any flames and I’m kinda hungry,” so then we went to get dinner. The moral of the story is probably something about Shafer having excellent soup.