Item B: A close tie between Salvador Dali and Pablo Picasso, but Dali wins by an inch or two because of his incredible perceptions of human ways. (Not that Picassso lacked that perception, but..) And a piece I love? By Dali, it would have to be "Sleep" circa 1937. By Picasso, it would be "The Old Guitarist". But one of my all-time favorites is "Composition of Red, Blue, and Yellow Squares" by Piet Mondrian. I'm a minimalist. Can't help it.
Item C: Medium? Wow... In 2-D it would be color chalk pastel or perhaps oil. I'm indecisive on that. But I prefer 3-D at this point, and I love clay. Handbuilding, mind you, not the wheel. I've used too much profanity on the wheel, damn it. As for why I love art, well... here goes:
In my everyday life, things happen spontaneously. A careless statement may slip out unnoticed, but because of it, a friend may slip out as well. A test I take may be answered with little or no thought about the question, but simply programmed memorization. But when I have time to let my mind think, I discover that I do have intelligent things to say, I just have trouble voicing them. I notice that I do have a deeper answer to a question, or perhaps a question for a given answer. These ideas form feelings, or opinions, or queries, and I have no better way to resolve and release them than through my art. An author runs for his pen, an orator runs for his soapbox, and I, an artist, run for my canvas. Each release from my mind forms an artwork, and whether it is appealing, controversial, or indiscernible, it is my outlet. I pursue this outlet to pursue my future, but the fuel for this pursuit is still my simple and innate love of the expression of art. I have a love for the feel of a brush in my hand. I have a fondness for the sound of a pencil on paper, and an obsession with the smell of fresh clay. I need to feel the grit of charcoal in my fingers and the click of the shutter from my camera. I have fallen so sincerely in love with this aspect of my life that to factor it out would leave me unraveled.
Yes, I wrote that. It was part of an essay I wrote for my application into my current school, Interlochen Arts Academy in Michigan. Some of you have heard of it, I think.
Item D: Pirates, of course. Simply because pirates are the rough, dirty, bad guys that still exist in cleaner, more illegal, form today. When's the last time you saw a ninja on the news? Oho....
Item E: "It is not necessary for the public to know whether I am joking or whether I am serious, just as it is not necessary for me to know it myself." - Salvador Dali. The man is a genius, let's face it.
"Chuck". A photography piece I did. Dry-mounted B/W's of my Chuck Taylors. I presented them in the form of a shoe box. High school, I know. But I love the shoes. And photography. A winning combo.
"Bright Lights, Dim-Witting". An oil painting of Times Square. It has some other things thrown in; beads, paper, etc. So mixed media, I guess.
"Nervous Habit". A self-portrait done in graphite. I'm biting my lip. That would be the habit.
Just a still life I threw together. I got some new pastels and needed to put them to the test.
"Warrior". It's me as a baby. Done in pastel, of course. The drawing is on the left, it is a lot longer (I'm not cut off at both ends) in actuality, but my camera and I had a conflict about that. To the right is the photograph I worked from.
Well, that's it for now. Criticism and critique is highly welcomed. My name is Joy, by the way.
That would be me, currently.