The prompt was to find subject matter within 200 steps of RISD's Illustration building. I found things (on the ground, in the basement) and turned them into adornments.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, April 5, 2010
Spring Break Sketches
A debaucherous week captured in graphic detail.
roots in Central Park
Jan's Bookshelf in D.C.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Eurydice & Orpheus
Read the myth here.
Contemporary playwright Sarah Ruhl created a Eurydice who called out Orpheus' name during their ascent from Hell, intentionally causing him to look at her. She wanted to stay dead, perhaps because it was the natural order of things, perhaps because she wanted to be with her dead father, or, as my Illustration teacher proposed, perhaps she wanted to raise Hell as a single lady.
In my diptych illustration I imply that they're holding hands, but not who initiated the hand-holding.
Kbot.
Kyra is painted/drawn in the adapted style of El Anatsui's textiles, in what I like to think is her natural environment.
Freshman Year at RISD
Hipster Barbie & Ken!
Oh, and that's the RISD mascot Scrotie above.
(Proof that Scrotie exists for those who disbelieve.)
Wunderkammer der Liz
At the urging of Lee Dejasu, and with inspiration from Joseph Cornell and Mark Dion.
A box for my jewelry. Spring 2009.
The little box gets her first teeth
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has
The little box continues growing
The cupboard that she was inside
Is now inside her
And she grows bigger bigger bigger
Now the room is inside her
And the house and the city and the earth
And the world she was in before
The little box remembers her childhood
And by a great longing
She becomes a little box again
Now in the little box
You have the whole world in miniature
You can easily put in a pocket
Easily steal it lose it
Take care of the little box
And her little length
Little width little emptiness
And all the rest she has
The little box continues growing
The cupboard that she was inside
Is now inside her
And she grows bigger bigger bigger
Now the room is inside her
And the house and the city and the earth
And the world she was in before
The little box remembers her childhood
And by a great longing
She becomes a little box again
Now in the little box
You have the whole world in miniature
You can easily put in a pocket
Easily steal it lose it
Take care of the little box
-Vasko Popa
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