Personal Narrative: The Evanston Gallery

When I was younger, my dad and I used to go on dates to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. Although I haven’t been there for over five years now, I still remember one piece of art that took my breath away; not because of the beauty of the artwork, but because of the shiver it sent down my spine, and the uneasy feeling I had when I looked at it. The piece of art that made me so apprehensive was a wax model of a museum security guard. The intricate detail of the figure, including the pores in the skin and the hair on the knuckles, left me wondering if this man were going to suddenly leap forward and yell, “Gotcha!”

During Parent’s Weekend at Marquette, my family and I went to the Haggerty Art Museum. While I pleaded with my family to not go, as I am not a huge art fan, my Mom’s opinion overruled mine. From the outside, Haggerty looked like it would be small, but in reality, was quite large. When walking in, I immediately assumed that the art would not make any sense to me like at most art museums. However, I was quickly proven wrong as a lot of the art we saw was what I would consider impressive. They were not the drawings of a line or pieces that look like a child made them that you see at most museums, but what I call “real art”.

This weekend I went to the Figge Art Museum to celebrate and learn about Dia de los Muertos with my friend Grace. While there, I learned that Day of the Dead is celebrated from October 31st through November 2nd and it originated in Mexico. I saw that you can celebrate Day of the Dead by putting things people liked when they were living, such as a drink, food, flowers, sports jerseys, even a box of cereal, in a shrine for them. Some people paint their faces to look like skulls with pretty or meaningful designs on them in color or in black and white and people decorate sugar skulls that you can eat with frosting. Crafts are also a big part of Day of the Dead. While Grace and I were at the Figge we saw several paper mache statues of skulls doing

Sophomore year of High School we took a trip to New York to visit The Metropolitan Art Museum we spent the full day immersing ourselves in the artwork. It was the trip that would inspire me to become an artist. We arrived to this momentous building with lots of stairs I was eager to be off the bus and see what the museum held for us. We were greeted by our guide and we began our tour which would only be part of this magnificent day. It must have been one of the first things we came across and the most memorable piece not only the artwork that was in front of me but the feeling I felt that day. It was “The Little Fourteen-Year-Old Dancer” a bronze cast by Edgar Degas it was mixed media of sorts she was wearing a cotton skirt with a satin hair ribbon

My experience to the Dallas Museum of Art was a bit different from the last time I had attended the museum. I was curious to see what pieces of art there would be and if it would be the same as the previous visit which was long ago, but to me all the pieces of art were so different and very interesting. It may have been because I saw all the pieces in a new perspective since learning about the different types of paintings there can be and knowing how and where sculptures come from. Even though I do not know much of art I really gave it a try into seeing what the artist may have wanted us to get out of his work. By reading a view of the chapters made me aware of art, I wouldn’t call myself an expert, but it was actually nice knowing that a

After doing my Exploration of Aesthetics Paper last week, I decide to take it a step further. In my exploring the night sounds, it was hard to focus because of the loud sounds of the cicadas. I really didn’t know much about the insects except they come every 17 years and are really loud and everyone I know didn’t like them, so I didn’t because I don’t like bugs. However, a friend of mine posted a video and I watched it on cicadas. It changed my whole view on how I look at the insects at this point. They are beautiful creature and tell a story just like humans. We all have purpose in life and so does the cicadas. They live underground for 17 years. On a warm night they emerge and surface the land. They connect with each other, just like little children wanting to play with their friends after not seeing them for a long time. Then they transform to begin their final life on earth. The process is like giving birth as a human or letting out the lost soul and finding god for the first time. They become adults and search for their mates when shell hardens. Synchronized choir, we all call noise, is their mating call. They are finding love for the first time. They come in all colors, it’s sad watching the video

Earlier this summer, I visited the Toledo Art Museum for the summer homework assignment. Instead of treating this assignment as a lonely burden of some sort, I turned it into a day trip with my friends. After we flooded the gates with sound (that place really resonates), we quieted ourselves to whispers and got down to business.

In my free time I enjoy painting and photoshopping and graphic design. Most of my art is painting and digital art of all different art styles. Many of my paintings incorporate silhouettes and bright colors, to create an aspect of contrast. One my favorite works is a picture of an eye surrounded in snow. They eyelashes of the eye are made of icicles and tree branches. In the background there's a white dove caring a key. The dove is highly translucent and a viewer may have to look closer to see it.

Hullo folks it’s Joe here. I know what you’re thinking , Joe would not be my first choice for a sarcastic british bloke in a pink suit either , but it wasn’t my choice to make ,it was Andy Warhol’s. Anyway let’s get on to the story. It’s about my everyday (or every night) life. You’ll get to meet some of my friends ,enemies ,and frenemies alike.

When I first arrived at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, I was eager to discover all the different art forms. It was my first time at the museum; I had no idea where to start. The museum is huge; there are many exhibits to see and the ones that will be coming in the near future. I decided to start from the top to bottom in order to make it easier for myself to leave in the end. My experience, as many others would say was fantastic! While I have been to art museums before, what I encountered was different than I expected. What I discovered was that you couldn't just step into an exhibit and walk through. Once you stepped into an exhibit, you stepped into that time period, into a different world where time stood still as you walked past each work,

The summer before my Freshman school year, I was a participant in the All-City arts program, a program for students who had interests in Music, Dance, Poetry or Chorus. When my teacher told me about it, I signed up immediately; not knowing if other friends signed up as well. In the end it turned out that I was the only one that signed up from my school. Having a limited background to playing a clarinet, I decided to join the program in hopes that I would grow as a better musician, and in the end I did. Through this program I learned how to become more independant, look out into different perspectives and how to associate myself with a room full of strangers. I learned to manage my time with friends or family on the weekend after practises,

It is the second time I visit the Detroit Institute of Arts since I moved to Detroit in 2009. My first trip to the DIA it was around five years ago, and I was impressed by the size of the building and the architecture that makes for an excellent background to the diverse work of art that is within. The museum is holding a vast and significant art collection and artifacts from different periods. The D.I.A. is a great place to explore. The art is beautiful, the food is delicious, and the Kresge Court is a great spot to relax. After attending the Art Appreciation class, it had changed my views on art. Now I can understand and appreciate more the art collection and the beautiful sculptures. I found myself in there admiring the artwork more I than

As a girl growing up in a man's world, it's hard not to be reminded everyday of the masculinity that surrounds me. I find myself exposed to masculinities constant presence, through situations I see in my everyday life, like a deer head in an empty ballroom or a bust of a Confederate commander. These objects can be thought of as trophies that embody the success and historic dominance that men have had.

John F. Kennedy said, “If art is to nourish the roots of our culture, society must set the artist free to follow his vision wherever it takes him.” His quote is relevant to my town, Anderson, which is in need of a strong art community. Placing a center for the arts in Anderson would promote social diversity, enhance creativity, and increase economic revenue.

I would have to say I am quite artistic, because I like to draw and invent. I like to draw animals such as horses, cats, and wolves. I Invented an automatic cat feeder for my cats. I make cat toys for my kittens to play with. I like to do projects