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(Left - Science Challenge | Right: Erasure Marks)





          Before we began our long-term projects, we were assigned to make many small pieces based on one topic. The concepts could be anything we liked so long as it somewhat related to the given idea. One of my first favorite pieces was one related to science. The second was about making marks through the act of erasing.
         Although I'm not good when it comes to science, I've always been attracted to the organic shapes that occur under the microscope. A lot of my pieces were inspired by amoebas and microscopic organisms. The tiny, intricate details are mesmerizing and very special to me. 
          When we were given the assignment to use "erasing" to make art, I immediately thought of an assignment that I was given in high school art class. We were told to make poems by randomly selecting words from old book pages we found. I refined this idea by selecting words or phrases that I found aesthetically appealing to create new content. I erased all of the other words to isolate my new poems and drew around them as I saw fit. 


           

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