My muse is Alberto Giacometti.
I'm going to continue this series with different point of views.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Friday, April 17, 2015
Find your Muse - Sheridan
So, the whole surrealist thing didn't work out for me. I wasn't finding much interest in it. Nothing I was doing was blowing me away.
Cars have always been a huge passion of mine. I love meeting new people and creating new friendships. I've met most of my friends outside of school through the car community. I'm drawing inspiration from Nate Hassler.
Cars have always been a huge passion of mine. I love meeting new people and creating new friendships. I've met most of my friends outside of school through the car community. I'm drawing inspiration from Nate Hassler.
For my images, I'm trying to mimic his compositions and attention to detail while still honoring the cars that I shoot and the owners. Many people see cars as just a means from point A to point B. For enthusiasts though, cars are forms of expression and identity. Owners modify the appearance and performance aspects of their vehicles to their own particular tastes. So through these four images, carrying on to the portfolio, I'd like to capture the essence of the vehicles with a full frame image; then take a "detail" shot of the part of the vehicle that the owner likes the most.
Monday, April 13, 2015
Find your Muse - Alexandra Lay
These are definitely not finished- want to try to incorporate more of the painterly aspects. Want to add some kind of more interesting aspect.
THIS is my original idea… didn't work out like I wanted it to.
These are the ones that I was working on for a completely different route. I'm a little stuck.
THIS is my original idea… didn't work out like I wanted it to.
These are the ones that I was working on for a completely different route. I'm a little stuck.
Four images: Find Your Muse
"The Lady of Shalott"
( Alfred Lord Tennyson)
....And down the river’s dim expanse,
Like some bold seër in a trance
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Through the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turned to towered Camelot.
For ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
"Midas and the Touch of Gold"
Monday, April 6, 2015
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