I was once in High School
More from the slide-sorting process…
I found these images that I made in high school — not ones that I think about much, but interesting to reflect back on, as they represent some of my variety…
The one with the binary code and heart diagram– I remember having an inspiration and then following up on it. I think I was listening to too much Nine Inch Nails and writing pretttty tortured poetry at that time. I like the weaving technique and “symbol-rich graphic design”.
Next up we have an Art 2 assignment from Mr. (Gary) Borreman’s class. He was a really cool teacher: treated his students like real people, worthy of trust and responsibility.
I took his class as a freshman, although he unfortunately got fired in the middle of the year for something. I can’t quite remember, but it was basically fearful parent backlash against his liberal teaching style or a view he may have expressed. Our second assignment in his class that year was to think about what happens when/after we die, and to make a piece about it. Having experienced the death of my father already at age 9, I had already found a metaphor I was comfortable with, which came from the Baha’i Faith, and which is illustrated here:
This last one is a little random. I didn’t spend much time on it, either in planning or in executing, and I painted from a photograph of Isadora Duncan.
But I do like her little smile; and I do believe that I had a painting breakthrough while making this. Plus, one of my mother’s friends from when I was a child used to say that I was Isadora reincarnated. So it could be a past-life portrait– who knows.