Reflection On Lincoln Land Community College's Gallery

It must have been 13 years or so since I have been to the art museum, back in elementary school, on a one of a kind field trip. 13 years is way too long to have been away from the art museum, as my experience this year reminded me that. It was a beautiful, sunny October day, although it felt like July, and it was an even better day to talk a walk through the vast, mesmerizing pieces of art that the museum has to offer. The North Carolina Museum of Art provides an abundance of artwork from various time periods, cultures, and one can find art anywhere from Egyptian, to classical, to modern and contemporary art. The artwork that the museum provides not only displays an abundance of artwork, but

This Summer, I had the opportunity to spend my entire break attending conferences and interning at a lab at UCSD so I thought to myself I would never have the time to visit any art museum or do my summer assignments for that matter. That was until I realized I was living at a campus who had an art piece practically on every corner of their six colleges. I then began my journey, on scooter, to discover the hidden and the not so hidden gems The Stuart Collection at UCSD had to offer. It was then that I fell in love with 2 specific art pieces throughout the campus, those being Do Ho Suh’s Fallen Star, which depicts an immigrant’s transition into American culture, and Kiki Smith’s Standing, which depicts a seemingly tortured woman.

My best friend, Chelsea and I went to the Dallas Museum of Art today. It was a long drive but we had finally got there. When we arrived at the entrance I was immediately entranced with the artwork that was on the concrete wall. It had a blue background with this robot lady shooting out a rainbow with the top half of her body, and a giant red hand that is bringing life to the plants that is in the ground. When we got in to the museum the first thing that I saw was the café. I was curious to what kind of food they sell but we did not go inside because we were on a mission. So, we immediately went over to the information desk to see which art galleries were free and if flash photography was allowed. We left there to take a picture by this marble sculpture of this woman sitting in a dress with her legs crossed. Then we wondered around until we got to the creative gallery. I attempted doing a sketch of the artwork that was displayed, but it just looked an intermediate

Chattanooga’s “In Town Gallery” was founded in 1974, and it is home to the workings of local artists. Upon visiting this gallery, I was able to have the unique advantage of conversing with one of the artists themselves, Janice Kindred. I was able to grasp an understanding of the different medias and techniques used in the paintings and other artworks. In addition, I was able to develop an appreciation of the artists’ works.

Her artwork really got my attention because of the large water painting of flowers, trees, leaves, and the landscape

On September 18,2017 I visited the University Galleries located at Texas State University had an amazing piece of art on display called The Last Supper: 700 Plates Illustrating Final Meals of U.S. Death Row Inmates created by Julie Green. Once entering the exhibit the viewers’ attention focuses on the deep black letters painted onto the wall, revealing the statistics of the death penalty in the United States. Moving throughout the room the inmates last meals were painted onto ceramic plates varying in size and style. Julie Green displayed the ceramic plates in a thick horizontal line on all four walls of the exhibit giving the viewers’ an understanding for each meal. Specifically on plate 66 the artist caught my attention with the color, texture, and lines illustrated throughout the ceramic plate. The plate was from an inmate in California who requested white meat chicken from Kentucky Fried Chicken, a buffalo steak, sugar-free pecan pie, sugar-free black walnut ice cream, Indian pan-fried bread,

The title of this show is Elissa Wenthe Art Exhibit. At first glance, I thought that I had stepped into a Dr. Seuss book. The tree figures in the middle were quite whimsical and free. The textures on the trees were very fluffy and light. The tiles on the wall were the exact opposite. They reminded me of an industrial park. They were metallic, hard, and formidable looking. At first, I thought the artist had just glued a bunch of trash to a board and spray painted it silver. The fact that it was actually clay was impressive because of the many different shapes and structures she included in the pieces. The blue photographs on the wall were simple compared to the other pieces. They were delicate and I enjoyed the different perspectives of the

I participated in a tour of the Black Cultural Center. It was quite interesting and I’m not just saying that because some stranger is reading my response. I really enjoy art and love painting, so when I saw all of the canvases with these moving paintings I was really drawn into the tour. Now because I waited so long to complete the badge I forgot the name of the paintings, but I can tell you exactly what I saw and how the ones that stuck out to me made me feel. I remember the front desk is the designed after the nose of a slave ship. I thought that was pretty interesting. Then as we began the tour there was this painting of a woman. The painting was very moving as she looked very weak and yet as you looked into her eyes they were as serene

On a recent 70-degree afternoon, Judy Hecker was putting personal notes on the last few invitation letters for the upcoming Spring Benefit Dinner. More than a hundred envelopes were piled up on a nearby table, ready to be mailed out. When she finished, she looked through the office window, and suggested we do the interview outside. The caged elevator took us down to the ground floor, and on a garden bench across the street, we had the conversation about her current role, career path and long-last love of art.

Theres one of a bunny on a mustard yellow background, a bridge on a shadowy green background among others they all play with the relation of space and even color. This is so much different to any other representational art. She focused on containing the image but still balanced itself between abstract and what is real. The way that she positions and uses color almost reminds me of Clyfford Still or Barnett Newman use of color and space. Still in a sense has the same sillouhte concept where color helps to contrast and bring attention to color and shape, which is exactly what Green does. Ofcourse Greens paintins is far less abstract that either Newman or Still but it still has that sence of playing with the

The gallery currently has three exhibitions on view: a group show by the women artists from Studio 44, an artist run studio space in Sweden; “Making Power” by artist Joan Ryan; and “Destroy Edit Transform” by Andrea Burgay. In order to home these three exhibitions within its long and narrow storefront space, the gallery is divided into three tiny rooms. By presenting artworks that span several mediums including video, painting, and sculpture, the gallery exhibition space evolves somewhat haphazardly to become a charming, but cluttered and disorganized space. To be honest, the space is not large enough to show three different exhibitions, which made me feel overwhelming when I visited the gallery.

It appears that Deas could manipulate the human and animal figures in a way that matching dramatic color was not necessarily needed. “Walking the Chalk,” has a scene that is a large departure from fire and struggle but still attains aspects of American history such as the infamous Wild West. Pipilotti Rist’s “Pixel Forest,” traces her ever-expanding journey, with a rapturous fusion of lights, sights and music that ebbs and flows through the museum’s main gallery. It can also be viewed as a journey into different kinds of intimacy- with ourselves, with one another and with nature. Naked bodies, and myriad plants and flowers, often seen under water and in immense close-up, drift and mingle amid kaleidoscopic color. Upon entrance the lit up, colorful, peaceful, and seemingly aesthetic room of LED lights, sparked my curiosity, leaving the question, “What does this artist want to convey?” in the air. Pipilotti Rist, was one of those artists that had you completely shunned with color, using the beautiful works of

When walking through one of the gallery’s at the Walker Art Center, I was immediately drawn to Kara Walker’s work and recognized her signature black silhouettes that sharply contrasted the white wall. To the left of this wall installation, was one of her pieces titled Freedom: A Fable. The medium and form of this piece first captivated my attention, it was different than the artwork on the wall and what I have previously learned about in class. Freedom: A Fable was presented as a bound book, offset lithograph on woven paper, illustrated with pop-up laser-cut paper renditions of Ms. Walker’s famous silhouettes. At first glance, it appears to be a vintage children’s book, but in retrospect Freedom: A Fable is far from a fairy tale or happily ever after.

Tuesday I had dinner with my mother and her new husband Roger. Before going to dinner, Roger picked me up from the high school and we drove across town to meet with my mother at an art gallery. It was a small yet noticeable building, the outside painted mellow blues and yellows; there was no visible sign that said it was a gallery, no banner or anything, and not much of the art was on display in windows—though none of this would stop you from getting the impression that the building was anything other than an art gallery. More than it's look, it had some air about it...the reeking stench of art.

After getting over my initial reluctance, I got butterflies in my stomach. This was only the 2nd time I’d been to an art museum, so I wanted to make the most of it. When we first arrived, we looked around at some paintings. I visited an exclusive temporary exhibit of Edvard Munch which included a surprising amount of paintings of naked women. Nothing caught my eye in the first few galleries, but then I stumbled on an exhibit called “In Character” by Nam June Paik. As soon as I walked in, I got embarrassingly excited. I constantly had to stop myself from running around the museum like a madman. All the TV sculptures and simple, childlike drawings had been just so incredible to me. The piece that I really enjoyed the most was a sculpture called “Self-Portrait.”