Voyeurism. Not Just for Perverts

Voyeurism, Not Just for Perverts! I never thought I would be putting my thoughts, feelings, and obstacles on display for anyone to view. I get random people telling details of my blog outside of cyber world. It catches me off guard because I automatically think how did they know what I was thinking. This journal has been like a peep show for people to look into my usually private thoughts. But it has definitely gotten easier with the blog community growing and fun art books that poke at the randomness in everyday life like this great book Christian Clayton showed us in class today. It is one of my new favorite books!

Dear New Girl or Whatever Your Name Is

I laughed so hard as I have read through the book and enjoyed the imaginative and emotional Illustrations. The book is illustrated by:

Jim Drain, the Clayton brothers, Jonathon Rosen, Marcel Dzama, Kevin Christy, Jason Holley, Leanne Shapton, Jacob McGraw-Mickelson, Leah Hayes, Leif Goldberg, Calef Brown, Joel Smith, Martha Rich, Esther Pearl Watson, Paper Rad, Shelley Dick, Mark Miller, Misaki Kawai, Justin Wood, Gary Taxali, Rachell Sumpter, Mike Shaub, and Ashley Macomber.

Each artist was directed to illustrate the same collection of high school notes that were confiscated by teachers. Some of the notes were very personal while others made me laugh as I reminisced on the catty, insecurity driven mind of a teenager. Like throwing gum in another girls hair!

I felt so bad for enjoying the notes so much. I remember passing notes in class and trying very hard to sneak under the radar of my teachers. I can only imagine the embarrassment I would feel to get caught, let alone have it illustrated and published for every peeping Tom, Dick and Harry to view!

This project seemed like a lot of fun to work on! I hope one day I can work on a project this interesting or create my own book that enables the reader to be a little voyeuristic without feeling too dirty ;).

Tears of Pain, Strokes of Joy

I cried tonight! I let go and let my art take over me and couldn't help but let tears flows. It was a crazy experience. I'm usually very analytical in my approach to the "design problem" that is my idea. While I was writing a narrative for a portrait, I began to infuse more experience and feeling from the people and situations around my life. Once I really tapped in to the spot, I couldn't keep the tears back. I tried to hold it so I didn't make a spectacle but my eyes were not having it, I couldn't hold up a barrier.

It was actually therapeutic. I really infused a big part of my emotional experience and it felt great! Not that I want to cry over every piece of art, but I can get used to this.