• Today in my New Media class we worked with dSLRs. I now know the locations of the menu button, the mysterious Q button and what the red dot means. (Actually there are a few, but one on the lense is for lining up the lense to better insert and eject said lense.)


    This is my first foray into using Lightroom, or rather watching the lovely Alicia go through photographs and flagging ones we liked and then narrowing down from that to the perfect (near perfect, or “that’ll do”) photo of the day’s shoot. Pictured above is the one she took of me that she is submitting for today’s portrait assignment.

    I liked this.

     

  • The picture plane is the surface in space where your picture is waiting for your wits to grow sharper. Today, I sketched this in drawing class. It’s Queen Anne. The neighborhood has always let my eyes rest on it. It is truly cute and cozy-looking they way they are all nestled onto that hill.


    In class exercises on ways of seeing, the focus being the negative space around objects. It’s a good lesson, focusing on shapes, abstracting them from their realities which we as lifelong seers have taken for granted. Annie Dillard wrote about how the blind that see at first are taken aback by how seeing is just a bunch of moving colored shapes. Claire (the drawing teacher) said that people with depth perception dysfunction are more equipped to translate the world onto paper.


    This is Claire. I used to give my friends wacky hairdos during breaks in high school (both guys and girls). I didn’t do my teacher’s hair, but this gave me a huge nostalgia boner.

  • Today’s lesson in Adobe Illustrator first boggled me… Macs are tricky. I didn’t know how to load the application… I kept clicking and at first it didn’t have any of the plug-ins, which are crucial for manipulating objects in the program… that’s what it’s for… so after that technical glitch, I was on my way. Playing with the given shape, the earth was really fun. I abstracted it somewhat by making the subtle silhouette of the continents into jagged horizontal spires that looked like they were copied and pasted from an eighties’ sweater. And making Africa red because the teacher was teaching us about isolation and grouping. Subliminal message about Africa?

    Here, (see the serial earths) I learned what the option button and shift button can do when they work together.

    I really liked this. When I left the school, I realized that I should have saved these things as jpegs rather than photograph them, but I wanted to depict the mac interface. Photographs become my proof. I did use a Mac and I did use Illustrator and I am a winner. #winningthefuturebyusingamac


    Update 10-17-11: I figured out how to save for web.

    Ha. This is me at the Capitol Hill Library computer using a PC–and a pencil– to revise my school budget and make this blog post. I like being surrounded by books as I am connected to the world wide web.

     

  • This is my “dynamic” piece. I had my first critique for the class. The way the teacher anonymized the works was good. It felt more like they said “that design sucks,” instead of “your design sucks.” They didn’t actually say that. My classmates and I had shiny pebbles, a small handful each, that we would use to vote on stuff that was good and stuff that was bad based on some ideas about dynamic and stable designs and put up on the whiteboard. The teacher agreeed with one of the kids and said that there was only three different sizes in this design and it would be more dynamic if it was more  drama in the scale-play, or something like that.

    This is my “stable” piece. I thought using lines and orienting the shapes outward would be enough to consider the work balanced and somewhat predictable, but I think here again, I goofed up on the scale. I feel like I underworked the thought process about what these words mean and how I could visually express that. Lucky for me, the next assignment is to tweak these works and make posters. Today, there was a presentation about Gestalt (which I think is really interesting). Gestalt is the ellipses of the eyes; it’s about continuing something without having to put it there. Illusions like the necker cube and the vase/human profiles add a certain pizzaz to designs. Can I use that idea to make my (as one classmate referred to them) clams really wow the judges?


    This is me walking along Broadway on my way to the library. I love the tiling on the local RiteAid building.


  • Photo of Charan

    My first assignment in New Media class: introducing this guy using a mac and facebook. It was difficult. Couldn’t’ find wordcount on openoffice, couldn’t find the group on facebook I needed to post to; I felt like I was back in the fifth grade being introduced to the “file” tab. Here’s the introduction, the first document I’ve ever typed on a mac:

    I’m Kat. Kat Countiss (Graphic Design 5140). When interviewing Charan Du François (Publishing Arts 5142), he painted a colorful picture of himself on the canvas of my memory, filled with rich foliage of emerald green. Mysterious, he is. Today, just a small jig of the puzzle is released into the atmosphere, coalescing into a cloud in my brain and then precipitating into these words which I now share. Words like “yin” and “yang” comes to mind, he speaks delicately describing his style– critical, innovative, resourceful and balance. “Does this look good?” his friends and knowing customers often ask. He believes in the value of a good presentation, his visual skills being an asset in retail-type jobs but his head is in another world, another time, a place where twilight-toned blues reign. I imagine triangles, lots of triangles, floating in space, some filled with pages of character stats for orcs and others drifting to a distant haunting piano melody of Rufus Wainwright. Another triangle depicts him, looking at a photo he can’t– by policy– print at the Fred Meyers’ photo machine. Capitol Hill patrons and their nudity, their intention to capture something as intimate as a human body in its tabooed fullness and their naivety, their expectation that they can print it at their local Fred Meyers. He tampers with the contrast, anyways. Charan explores concepts and solutions in his spare time in his fantasy fiction. It goes beyond the page into a world of interacting with characters. “People are difficult because they are so complex,” Charan said. Being critical, he often delves into the interactions and intentions of people, those around him and those constructed through rules and regulations found in the manual, third or fourth edition, I can’t remember. He claims to be somewhat of a perfectionist, but we all strive for excellence. He does it through framing graphs and adding art in the margin in his imagined book designs. Let’s reword this paragraph rather than spacing out the words to fit in this particular line on the page, he declares. Fast-forward to an afternoon. His short-haired tuxedo cat, named for the musical man Rufus, stars in Charan’s home life. “Meow,” I imagine Rufus, the cat, saying sometimes on especially rainy, misting afternoons while Charan is at work in the jungle of steel and concrete that is downtown Seattle. Bed, Bath and Beyond… sounds like a title of a philosophy book yet to be written. What is “beyond?” He keeps track of products; his meticulous nature has carved out a niche for him. He dreams of accents. A triangle floats in space with him surrounded by candles, inspired by the book, Generation X, where the main character buys hundreds of small candles and illuminates the living room, Christmas morning. I imagine Charan with his light colored hair and fair skin illuminated by the flickering of hundreds of candles with the barcode sticker still attached to its base. And, then a sigh. Rufus’ triangle shaped-meow floats on in a whisper until it hits Paris, where in another time Charan successfully purchased stamps for his mother in soft sweet French words. Le stampe, si vous plait.

     
    Photo of me at my afterschool job

    And here’s the intro he made for me. I really like it!

    Kat Countiss called me out with a smile to do an interview and I immediately just thought “here’s a friendly, go-getter gal”. Since she had some interviewing experience we started off with her asking the questions however there was a lot she had to share at the same time. There seemed to be specifics that she wanted to cover to get the full picture of myself. In the process, specifics of her picture were revealed to me. I found she’s an intellectual in the sense of one who loves learning. Her methods weren’t an interrogation, but rather a fluid conversation that led to discoveries of each other’s nature. Getting to know her began with her own origins across the Pacific in Honolulu. She moved from Hawaii about 6 or 7 years ago following most of her family. This upbringing may have influenced her preference for painting landscapes, waterfalls, and nature in general. Graphic design appeals to her in that it provides a way to convey a myriad of emotions through technical terms and processes. She loves how art in any form can persuade people. Kat has an eye for organic design and enjoys the intellectual aspects of the creative process as well. You may have already read her blog called Science For Artists which has interesting facts accumulated from various sources that all artists ought to know! Finding the science behind the art either physically or conceptually intrigues her. Some of the literature she has delved into covers the connections between art, consciousness and language. The latter being one of the greatest barriers she’s experienced when it’s different from her own. Of the English language, one of her favorite words is synthesis. Perhaps, if it were possible, a blending of a cat and a dog would be a perfect companion for her. Taking the best of both worlds (a balance she often strives for) and integrating them into a unique companion. One which would enjoy going with her on hiking trips and other outdoorsy activities. While also being an independent animal that’s self-sufficient and able to clean itself. She would probably name it something with a strong name such as Sebastian or Spartacus. Kat may have to “settle” for a dog at some point, but hopefully one that’s independent enough not to miss her too much when she travels. Though so far Portland seems to be a reoccurring destination for her there are many far off places which interest her. While at her present job, she often hears from her crazy, self-important patrons that they’re either flying to or from either Europe or Japan. She seems to have somewhat eclectic tastes that lend herself a worldly air blending all these kinds of cultural inspirations together. I’m sure she’ll travel in a few years to see their source first hand. All the while drawing from every experience to paint her own picture. An image that must be warm as her spirit and the islands she used to call home.

     

     

     

     


  • Self-portrait on the veranda. The sunniest day of this quarter, I imagine. I got my coffee from Peet’s down the street. Starting off the day with… apparently some composer named Mantz. It sounded more like Vivadi to me, but hey, there was 200 years worth of decent classical, it’s hard to keep all the files straight in the filing cabinet of my memory. (By the way, any of you who store information like that are bound to be bad at remembering because you’re not utilizing your strength of spatial memory to the fullest extent… anyways…)


    I went to the library today. The kids were quiet and learning. I was surprised and loved that. There was a bulletin board and a large white piece of paper with the question scrawled in turquoise marker: Are the arts DANGEROUS? And I thought, I hope so.


    My first drawing class with Claire Cowie was inspirational and lofty-sounding. The syllabus presented things that I haven’t really explored. The kind of exploration that requires the headlamp and the nerves of steel. I am preparing myself for my clumsiness. I don’t think I am as good at drawing as the pictures I imagine I am going to create, but aim high. I purchased a sketchbook. My first one in years. The white pages, the fresh start, the encourangement of a teacher, all that is bound to give me the freedom to flourish. Claire emphasized how art and school are sometimes oppositional. Art is spontaneous and its origin is within. School is structured and compulsory and comes from without.

    That night, I went to Amon Tobin’s ISAM audiovisual spectacular at the Paramount. I was amazed, bewildered and inspired by the bombastic beats that swung high and low across the stange and through the projections into my mind. Awestruck, my heart was racing, my mind was racing. I felt a constant churning as if the industrial beats were electrodes attached to different parts of my brain, stimulating mostly the project node. The imagery and sounds of plastic wrappers electronically amplified gave me a new lease on what I thought was possible in the alignment of art and sound.