frecklemelayne

"The will to inspire produces endless opportunities."

Perspective

“The thing I hate most about advertising is that is attracts all the bright, creative and ambitious young people, leaving us mainly with the slow and self-obsessed to become our artists. Modern art is a disaster area. Never in the field of human history has so much been used by so many to say so little.”

-Banksy

On the topic of art!

Writing and music are my strongest influences. I rarely recall drawing, painting or editing when I’m not listening to music. I favor inspirational music: often instrumental or alternative. I think those styles work best for me because I am not being distracted or pulled into a mindset where I have to pay attention to others. My mind can be entertained, yet focused on my own personal work and journey.

My writing is a creative influence that molds my work, or rather braids it, I suppose. I use my writing as a loose pattern that guides my ever wandering ambitions.

 

Senior Year in Drawning

I’ve never considered myself a talented drawer therefore I’ve never enjoyed the medium because I thought I was bad at it. After half a semester, I’ve realized that it’s not that I’m bad, I’ve just never been taught to drawn properly. I’d never formally learned about shading or perspective. Drawing this semester has helped expand my horizons  My work in the drawing studio is affecting my painting too, in a positive way. Because I’m working with mostly black on white, I’m becoming more comfortable using black and white in painting instead of merely relying on color to produce understanding.

In Grandest Tradition…

I rarely blog, this may be error, or a note upon how busy my life is. Unfortunately, I don’t believe it is the latter. Hence this post is an attempt at reconciliation! 

My semester from hell is complete; fall 2012 spun me around like a twister, so rapid that when I landed I hardly knew which way home to Dallas. Perhaps it poetic justice; after my whimsical semester abroad I was due some difficult schooling. In about 5 weeks I will commence my final semester of my education at Austin College. The past four years have disappeared into what I can only assume is dreaded debt and fond memories. 

When I was 18 everyone I knew asked me “What college will you attend in the fall?” Now at 22 each person I know asks me “What do you plan to do when you graduate?” When asked this question I usually snort a laugh and say I don’t know. I haven’t had time to plot my future these past few months. My time was spent in labs, in my studio, on group projects, writing papers, haggling with the registrar to receive due credit and working with the football team. That was fall.

Now is spring! Be warned, I’m ready to plot like none other. Today I worked on my resume until I wanted to cry because it looked so pretty. And today I’ll begin the task of constructing my work-related website. I don’t want to rush this endeavor; good work is the produce of two things: impulse and time, so I’m taking January to lay every foundation I could possible require. 

The future scares some my age; but I see nothing to fear if I do as I’ve always done and take an active role in planning my own life. 

It’s Been too Long

For those who don’t know, I’m studying abroad in Florence, Italy this semester. Now, the concept of writing about the past three months sounds like too large of an undertaking for any one Sunday afternoon. So to make this short, but never the less sweet, I’m going to share pictures of my time abroad.

My first month here, I explored the city; I climbed to eternal staircase that leads to Piazza Michelangelo and saw the city’s beautiful skyline.

I also visited Pisa and climbed the Leaning Tower!

The last week of January I had the unexpected privilege of flying to Gothenburg, Sweden to taste a cold that most Southern girls, like myself, rarely know.

Here in the city, I have climbed to the top of Brunelleschi’s dome.

I’ve seen Michelangelo’s David, Botticelli’s Birth of Venus, Tribolo’s Boboli Gardens, Alberti’s Santa Maria Novella and Arnolfo di Cambio’s Santa Croce. These are just to name a few of the historical, revolutionary sites I’ve had the honor of visiting and studying.

While living in Italy I’ve seen Juliet’s home in Verona, covered in locks by lovers from around the world.

I’ve witnessed the Colosseum, in a state of snow which Rome hasn’t seen in over 30 years. I walked St. Peter’s, amazed at its vastness.

Last month, when my Grandfather came to visit me, I gawked at the streets of water that are Venice.

Recently, I’ve gone to Bologno and tasted the world-renowned meat. Then just this weekend I drank Tuscan wine at a 600 year old castle in Siena.

In March, I went to Barcelona, Spain and relaxed on the warm beach, tasted fresh market fruit, saw Gaudi’s stunning cathedral and even witnessed a silent protest against animal cruelty.

In England I visited the magnificent Lincoln Cathedral then in London I visited the Globe where Shakespeare’s plays were hosted. And many other awe-worthy sites around the huge city-all thanks to hand transportation of the tubes! “Mind the gap!”

This semester I haven’t had access to studio space, so my art has been limited to digital photography and sketching.

I cant complain though, this break from my paint brush has allowed me more opportunities to write, including for the school news paper, “Blending”!

The past three months have been unlike anything else I’ve experienced in my 21 years on this planet. Before January 1st I had never left the USA, now I have been across the world for three months and I’ve visited 4 different counties! Next on the list? France!

Arrivederci and à bientôt!

Reflections

As a Communication: Speech emphasis major it’s not likely I’ll ever take another DVP class. But that’s not to say I didn’t love the class. Because rest assured, reader, I did.

This past summer I was a print production intern for an Ad agency. I liked the organized system: the plotting and scheduling that went into producing an ad. With full assurance I can say that was also my favorite thing about DVP: the production stage.

For my final project that was my largest contribution. I was heavily involved in all the stages, but my most thorough and welcomed assistance pertained to the details. I scheduled where we’d meet as a group, what time, made sure we’d have all the supplies we needed. I sent emails, made a Facebook group, shot out texts, found a set and coordinated with the owners. Planning production was like working an intricate puzzle. I had to factor in multiple people’s schedules.

Once on set I passed out scripts, ran through lines with actors, gave instructions and helped set up equipment. With over 10 hours of working on set, there was plenty to be done by all. Considering all that could have gone wrong with upwards to 20 people on set, I was extremely pleased with how everything progressed. Our actors worked hard to be their best and the homeowners were gracious to let us move their furniture as we pleased.

The editing was fun; it was interesting to convert vision into reality. But when I look back over the past month, it’s the production that I remember most fondly. I know this to be true because of how I now view movies. I don’t think of how cuts are edited together (although, I am now much more aware when perspectives shift, thanks for bringing back reality, Brett), instead I envision the work that went into each shot.

I’m thoroughly thankful I took this class. The 6 hours of class time a week were worth it. Feast of Judgement won’t be the last film I help produce. (See short film in the post below)

 

Feast of Judgement