BFA Portfolio: Week 5

Working with spotlights had been on my mind a lot, and this was no different. Working with textiles is a wonderful way for me to feel more creative because of the way light interacts with these fabrics. The neutral colors are just another plus side of this sanded satin fabric. It has since changed, but this weeks experiments were definitely a favorite. I also decided that it was time to get over my fear of tangled yarn (mainly because it's pretty tangled now and I'm too lazy to fix it because it does look cool). Wrapping yarn around a large ambiguous form was also something that I wanted to do for that week to see how it would fit in with my work.
This was the week when it was pointed out most that I have many rules and regulations for my work. I think that just goes back to me being a very restrictive person. I feel more comfortable when rules are in place, and if there aren't any in the beginning, I'm bound to make them along the way when I get into a rhythm.

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Printing in the Pandemic

BFA Progress: Week 13

For this week, I re-photographed my littles beans and used Lightroom to tweak the lighting in most of them. I tried my best with help from my friend that has experience with it. I grouped them based on color and shape, as well as other characteristics.

Touch

Stage 1: Clear Mindedness Stage 2: The Beginning Stage 3: Disillusionment Touch, for me, has made a very big impact in my life. There has never been a defined line between pain and pleasure due to my past. When you feel as though you deserve the pain being inflicted upon you, it's likely that something isn't right. I've had to rediscover myself through the definition of touch because there are specific things that differentiate between "good" and "bad." As time has passed, I've learned what it means to be in pain, as well as being relieved of it. When I was in the darkest part of my life, pain was something I felt I deserved. I had been forced into thinking that everything was my fault. I thought that he was demonstrating how much he cared whenever he put his hands on me. I didn't see it as a bad thing at the time -- just normal. Touch, at this time, was sharp; violent and difficult for me to wrap my head arou

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