on a mission to find the greatest love in the universe

Month: November, 2012

Final Art Project – Inspiration Board

For the final project of my Studio Art class, I am to make 3 collages that must be linked by some theme and be inspired by some form of classical art. Additionally, the first collage must demonstrate representation, the second collage must demonstrate abstraction or surrealism and for the last collage, we must use more than one type of media, one of which we are to create ourselves (a painting or drawing).

After my trip to the Art library, I was really inspired by Grinling Gibbons carvings and the illuminated halos and details in the Christian book of Hours.

My first Collage is going to be about Fashion as Religion. My second one is going to show the true but dark side of fashion (ironically it’s the one that will demonstrate surrealism…) and I’m calling it “Fashion Apocalypse”. The last one will be a portrait with a couple of really neat techniques that I’ve been doing some research on. I don’t want to give away too much more, especially since there is a good chance something will change or not turn out. But just for fun, here are some images that are inspiring my project:

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Leibovitz x Mcqueen

Alexander McQueen FW 2010 in Vogue shot by none other than the brilliant Annie Leibovitz

Alexander McQueen FW 2010 by Annie Leibovitz

 

Alexander McQueen FW 2010 by Annie Leibovitz

 

 

 

 

निर्वाण

One of the most informative videos I have found on meditation. I’m going to do this every day.

Photoshoot with Ruthless Images: Part 1

A day out on the town with my dear friend, Ruth for a Lookbook shoot!

Through Her Glass Eyes

For my next collage project for my art course, I visited the library at my university to try to find some inspiration. I can’t believe that I have never been to the Arts floor of our library…I was in heaven! But then again, I can’t believe that I haven’t taken an art course until my 5th year in university… I was browsing the Ancient Textiles section when I turned around and saw that the Photography section was right behind me so I took a little gander through it and found this gem:

Women Seeing Women: A Pictorial History of Women’s Photography
By: Julia Margaret Cameron and Annie Leibovitz

Women Seeing Women is a breathtaking collection of photographs of women, shot by women. The photos are categorized in chronological order, starting from the 19th century  and goes up until the late 1990’s. The photographs in this collection are raw and powerful yet graceful. They speak of truth. I think Cameron and Leibovitz did a really good job at communicating the brave perspectives of the women who were behind the lenses across time.

I will be posting more of my favourite photographs from this collection, as you can see by my tabs…. Below is an open page of two photographs by Deborah Turbeville. They are titled “Steam Bath” and were featured in Vogue Italia 1984. I was immediately captivated by this particular set of photographs, especially the one on the right. There is something so intense about the woman’s eyes, I can’t pull myself away. From here I did a Google Image search on “Steam Bath by Deborah Turbeville” and went off on a 3 hour tangent of unfolding more and more of Turbeville’s work. I threw together a collection of some of my favourite pieces by this photographer. I’m absolutely obsessed with the her melancholic portrayal of women. I love the hazy surrealism and sadness and raw beauty in her photographs.One of the most striking aspects about Deborah Turbeville’s work, in my opinion, is the composition of her subjects and space, especially in her photographs of groups of people. She has an amazing eye for placement and I think half of the allure of Turbeville’s photography is in the story she tells with her composition. It’s really interesting too, to see how her work has evolved over time. It’s a bit difficult to tell the time period of some of the photographs, but I tried to place what seemed like her older work near the beginning of my collection and the newer ones near the bottom. The Valentino images are definitely her most recent work from the list I’ve compiled. I ended off with two of my favourite photographs, but they are probably not the most recent. Hope you enjoy these.

Deborah Turbeville in “Women Seeing Women” by Julia Margaret Cameron and Annie Leibovitz

Deborah Turbeville in “Women Seeing Women” by Julia Margaret Cameron and Annie Leibovitz

Deborah Turbeville in “Women Seeing Women” by Julia Margaret Cameron and Annie Leibovitz

Bonus points for composition

Deborah Turbeville for Valentino Haute Couture

Deborah Turbeville for Valentino Haute Couture

I can hear the cracks of your youthful heart

Lace turban and waterfall necklace made by me

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Question Intent, not Action

“Before the throne of the Almighty, man will be judged not by his acts but by his intentions. For God alone reads our hearts” – Mahatma Gandhi

“I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions” – George Byron

“To have good intention is easy. The difficulty lies in the accurate translation of intentions.” – Myself

“Have only good intentions and let those intentions guide your actions. Fear not what others think, as judgement is not the ability of man.” -Myself

And since I’m on a philosophical rant about Intent, why is there such a discord between Western and Eastern views of Intention? It seems that Eastern culture values intent over action, whereas Western culture places greater value on action, because without action, intent is no more than a passing thought. Is this really just a cultural discord or actually a shift in views with modernization? If such a discord truly exists, how did it develop? How has it influenced the members of each society?

I’m sick of seeing quotes that look like:

“The universe doesn’t give you what you ask for with your thoughts – it gives you what you demand with your actions” (Steve Maraboli???).

This sounds like an infomercial to a book on industrial success. It’s so very individualistic, I can barely wrap my head around it… Lets raise a society of greedy bastards who feel entitled to grab at everything in the universe, and this will lead to success! I wish people would stop judging one another based on what they can or can’t do but instead recognize and appreciate the heart/intention (intention for me because I’m in psychology and emotions come from the Limbic System, the heart is just an organ that pumps blood:P) which is capable of Love- a force greater than any action.

“Yes I’m only loving, only trying to only love
That’s what I’m trying to do is only loving
Yes I’m only lonely loving feeling only loving
Till I’m feeling only loving
Ya say it ain’t loving ain’t loving my loving
But I’m only loving only loving only loving” – Alexander Ebert, “Truth”

I swear, all I’m trying to do is love. It is not your job to tell me otherwise.

But you only showed me the door

Rachael Yamagata is my sappy guilty pleasure…

So, steal the show, and do your best
To cover the tracks that I have left
I wish you well and hope you find
Whatever you’re looking for
The way I might’ve changed my mind,
But you only showed my the door

So, I will head out alone and hope for the best
We can pat ourselves on the back
And say that we tried
And if one of us makes it big
We can spill our regrets
And talk about how the love never dies
But you and I, you and I know the reason why

What there was left of love

I’m a cloud drifting by
Dripping tears from the sky
I’m a snail without a shell
Leper with a golden bell
I’ve got nowhere to go
I’m a stray cat on the roam
Choking on a chicken bone
For a home sweet, no sweet home

For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a tree
For something, somebody that reminded them of me

Running with my roots pulled up
Caught me cold so they could cut
What there was left of love

I’m rootless,

I’m rootless
Work your fingers to the bone
Building castles out of snow
I’m a nomad walking on
Humming to the same old song

Lower case society
Tied to no community
A kingdom without a king
With no sense of belonging

For a root, for a leaf, for a branch, for a tree
But there’s somebody that reminded them of me

Running with my roots pulled up
Caught me cold so they could cut
What there was left of love
I’m rootless,

I’m rootless
Running with my roots pulled up
So they could cut me free of love

Running with my roots pulled up
Caught me cold so they could cut
What there was left of love

I’m rootless,
I’m rootless
Dragging my roots through the snow
No home sweet and no sweet home
I’ve got nowhere to go

I’m rootless,
I’m rootless