Well, first things first. I went back to the High, cause after all, I am a member there now, so a second visit really just cost me gas and discounted parking. Besides, Amelie started to break down right at Pollock last time, so we kindof had to do a quick one through the final three artists and...let's be honest. I woulda gone back anyway. No pictures to show this time, sadly- my friend Heather did take some with her iPhone, but she hasn't sent them to me yet.
Verdict: the snow shovel was still fantastic. I think Warhol was still my favorite, though it was a real strong tie with Number 1. And I think it's because he is really impossible to figure out. I think he maybe did that on purpose. Andy Warhol is just so...nonchalant about life and art. Like he didn't care about ANYTHING. But I feel like that was just a ruse; that's what he wanted everyone to think...maybe that's what he himself thought. But I feel like if he truly didn't care about anything, he never would have made the name he did, or created art at all, or had any kind of philosophy on art, cause he wouldn't have put forth the effort into thinking about it at all. There are plenty of people in this world who don't care, who never make it out of the living room. So, I discovered something about myself that I never knew before, and that is that...I am officially intriqued with the psychology of Andy Warhol.
Things that intrique Elise:
-The Titanic
-9/11
-Islam, religious, regional, and political
-The Psychology of Andy Warhol
Yeah.
Anyway, onto the more-relevant TODAY. I finally got around to seeing...(wait for it)...The Hunger Games.
Verdicts:
1. I want to be Katniss. And, by the way, did anyone else notice how PRETTY she is? A curly-haired, freckled female lead, who is compassionate, yet lethal? That's a first. No sarcasm intended. I'm bein fo REL!
2. Hunger Games...stands far taller in the Potter shadow than Twilight does. District 9 and 3/4? Idk.
I've read all of the Twilight books...seen all the movies, IN THEATERS. I'm attending Stephenie Meyer's alma matter, and entered it with full intentions to graduate with her major. (Wow, that sounded like I'm trying to be Stephenie Meyer. Not trying to do THAT...just, trying to say that I'm not hating.) But, the fact that I left the theater totally:
(1)ready to learn to fight like a tribute,
(2)tempted to pull my hair into a side-braid,
(3)certain that there were people in the woods on my drive home ready to kill me,
(4)feeling oppressed and suffocated by those awful government leaders, and
(5)in LOVE with Peeta... (Sorry Ev)
shows, to me, a real...story. With real heart, adventure...the good stuff. So, I guess I'd better actually READ these books...however, on another note, seeing the movie without reading the book was rather new and refreshing.
<3 I'm glad there are people in the world who are actually good at writing novels. What are dreams for, anyway?
-TBF
Saturday, April 28, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
WHOA.
Today, I got the remarkable opportunity to visit an exhibit at the High Museum of Art (Atlanta) called, "Picasso to Warhol: Fourteen Modern Masters." Now, that's the kind of name that should just give you little goosebumps all over the place, and should evoke some kind of, "oooooooh!" noise. Did it?
Mom, Amelie and I loaded up in the car and got on our way down into the cit-ay, and once we got there, Mom's eyes captivated the guy behind the counter...I mean, seriously. He just couldn't stop talking about them. And, subsequently, he like...somehow calculated that since I was a student and got $30 off a membership for that, that two tickets plus two dollars could just equal a membership for me, and somehow...my mom would get in for free? Yeah, I don't really know, but I'm an official member of the High Museum! Which is DANG COOL! It's good for a year, I get into ANY exhibition for free...and parking's only six bucks. Can't beat that, can you? We took it and ran with it.
Now, confession. I don't really know all that much about visiting museums. A couple weeks ago, I learned that pens in museums are a great big no-no. Today, I learned that you actually CAN take in cameras...though of course, by this point, it was too late and I'd already left my camera at home. So, my pictures are so super lamely taken on my phone, and for this I apologize. (However...since I'm now a MEMBER and all...I may just go back!)
When I saw this, I legitimately almost died. Because...I was so excited. Never have I been SO excited to see a snow shovel. This is Marcel Duchamp's, Advance to the Broken Arm. Basically, he took "readymade," mass-produced objects and...made them art. And therefore forced other people to consider them as art. AND THEREFORE CHANGED THE WORLD OF ART, FOREVER. Duchamp's influence may be seen in the wonderous Andy Warhol.
Here's my crew:
And here is a mobile and a sick wire sculpture by Alexander Calder. I can't remember the name of the mobile, but the face is called American. There were actually two of them; the other was a man. They were probably one of my favorite things I saw today.
Here's Jackson Pollock:
Gotta tell ya, he's that artist whose works make people say, "my five-year-old coulda done that." But in person, you realize how...artistic his art is. FIRST of all, it's HUGE. It was mural-sized and covered a whole wall. Secondly...there's just such a creative process on the canvas, that you can see even though the painting was finished years ago. If you stand on the side, you can see layers of paint that are half an inch thick. It's awesome. And up at the top, when you're close like that, you can see his handprints! Oddly enough, despite all the chaos in the image, it was really kindof peaceful.
There were plenty of artists exhibited in this show, but last of all was Andy Warhol..and he was probably my favorite. Here are his Brillo pads, and a piece called Before and After (a reflection of the seductive powers of advertising- the piece is based on an ad for plastic surgery), and, of course, his Campbell's soup cans.
Yep, here's Andy himself:
I was hoping for the Marilyn Diptych, but the exhibit was a collaboration with the MoMA in New York, and Marilyn's located elsewhere. But it was such a cool experience regardless!
In the gift shop, I got a magnet with a Campbell's soup can on it. My Mom collects magnets (I got her one too) and I decided that maybe I'd start a collection of my own. And I also got this shirt...I couldn't resist:
Anyway, I was in heaven today. I loved it. It's all so much better after having taken Art History this past semester. I'm stoked about my membership- there's gonna be a Lichtenstein exhibit in December, and a Frieda Kahlo one in February! And after all of this, I've decided that I love this idea of having a membership at an art museum like the High...and I think it's probably something worth keeping for a while.
Today's verdict about school: take the classes you just...wanna take. Even if you don't see a way that they can help you get any kind of job, or find any career, or make any money. Cause even if they don't do THOSE things...they can really enrich your life. That's what they're there for.
Over and out...
TBF
Mom, Amelie and I loaded up in the car and got on our way down into the cit-ay, and once we got there, Mom's eyes captivated the guy behind the counter...I mean, seriously. He just couldn't stop talking about them. And, subsequently, he like...somehow calculated that since I was a student and got $30 off a membership for that, that two tickets plus two dollars could just equal a membership for me, and somehow...my mom would get in for free? Yeah, I don't really know, but I'm an official member of the High Museum! Which is DANG COOL! It's good for a year, I get into ANY exhibition for free...and parking's only six bucks. Can't beat that, can you? We took it and ran with it.
Now, confession. I don't really know all that much about visiting museums. A couple weeks ago, I learned that pens in museums are a great big no-no. Today, I learned that you actually CAN take in cameras...though of course, by this point, it was too late and I'd already left my camera at home. So, my pictures are so super lamely taken on my phone, and for this I apologize. (However...since I'm now a MEMBER and all...I may just go back!)
When I saw this, I legitimately almost died. Because...I was so excited. Never have I been SO excited to see a snow shovel. This is Marcel Duchamp's, Advance to the Broken Arm. Basically, he took "readymade," mass-produced objects and...made them art. And therefore forced other people to consider them as art. AND THEREFORE CHANGED THE WORLD OF ART, FOREVER. Duchamp's influence may be seen in the wonderous Andy Warhol.
Here's my crew:
And here is a mobile and a sick wire sculpture by Alexander Calder. I can't remember the name of the mobile, but the face is called American. There were actually two of them; the other was a man. They were probably one of my favorite things I saw today.
Here's Jackson Pollock:
Gotta tell ya, he's that artist whose works make people say, "my five-year-old coulda done that." But in person, you realize how...artistic his art is. FIRST of all, it's HUGE. It was mural-sized and covered a whole wall. Secondly...there's just such a creative process on the canvas, that you can see even though the painting was finished years ago. If you stand on the side, you can see layers of paint that are half an inch thick. It's awesome. And up at the top, when you're close like that, you can see his handprints! Oddly enough, despite all the chaos in the image, it was really kindof peaceful.
There were plenty of artists exhibited in this show, but last of all was Andy Warhol..and he was probably my favorite. Here are his Brillo pads, and a piece called Before and After (a reflection of the seductive powers of advertising- the piece is based on an ad for plastic surgery), and, of course, his Campbell's soup cans.
Yep, here's Andy himself:
I was hoping for the Marilyn Diptych, but the exhibit was a collaboration with the MoMA in New York, and Marilyn's located elsewhere. But it was such a cool experience regardless!
In the gift shop, I got a magnet with a Campbell's soup can on it. My Mom collects magnets (I got her one too) and I decided that maybe I'd start a collection of my own. And I also got this shirt...I couldn't resist:
Anyway, I was in heaven today. I loved it. It's all so much better after having taken Art History this past semester. I'm stoked about my membership- there's gonna be a Lichtenstein exhibit in December, and a Frieda Kahlo one in February! And after all of this, I've decided that I love this idea of having a membership at an art museum like the High...and I think it's probably something worth keeping for a while.
Today's verdict about school: take the classes you just...wanna take. Even if you don't see a way that they can help you get any kind of job, or find any career, or make any money. Cause even if they don't do THOSE things...they can really enrich your life. That's what they're there for.
Over and out...
TBF
Monday, April 23, 2012
Georgia, Georgia, the whole day through...
Well, I'm home. David, Dad and I braved the 2,500 miles between Provo and Kennesaw. So anyway, I'm identifying with Steinbeck on this one- exchange Jane for Rocinanthe, David for Charley, and I guess you could say we saw America in 28 hours. Actually, in 28 hours and 11 minutes. Minor techinicalities.
I must say, I think David got the short straw; he did this:
For NINE hours....
And I did THIS:
For about four and a half. (PS, Chelsea- THAT's a prime illustration of the difference between "east coast" and "vast, unyielding Utah desert.")
No, I'm just kidding...Utah has it's own beauty. I will miss the mountains. But GOSH, I was so glad to see the trees!
Now, onto other things: LSIBH
(Life Since I've Been Home)
It's been quite boring. NO ONE'S OUT OF SCHOOL YET! Not even the college kids. So today, I woke up at 11, moseyed around, ate lunch, and...now, I'll go take a shower...go to Walmart and buy some hangers for my vast amount of brought-home clothes...and make a visit to Barbecue Street to wrangle my old job back.
It's been real- Ciao!
TBF
I must say, I think David got the short straw; he did this:
For NINE hours....
And I did THIS:
For about four and a half. (PS, Chelsea- THAT's a prime illustration of the difference between "east coast" and "vast, unyielding Utah desert.")
No, I'm just kidding...Utah has it's own beauty. I will miss the mountains. But GOSH, I was so glad to see the trees!
Now, onto other things: LSIBH
(Life Since I've Been Home)
It's been quite boring. NO ONE'S OUT OF SCHOOL YET! Not even the college kids. So today, I woke up at 11, moseyed around, ate lunch, and...now, I'll go take a shower...go to Walmart and buy some hangers for my vast amount of brought-home clothes...and make a visit to Barbecue Street to wrangle my old job back.
It's been real- Ciao!
TBF
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