List write up. Very Long.

If your reading this, you might want to settle yourself wherever, because this may take a while.
So starting off where i have lived. From birth till now, i have lived in 13 different houses, 7 different cities. Moving comes pretty natural to me now. Lets hope it doesnt carry on after im married. The first house i lived in i cant remember at all. I was 3 or 4 when we moved, but its still very special to me. Why? Because unlike being born in a hospital, my mother decided to have a home birth, and that is the house i was delivered in along with 2 of my other sisters.The second house i cant remember, we lived there for the shortest time. I dont even know if i remember the name The third house i lived in was an hour drive from the last. Which i only lived in fro 2 or 3 years. This house was also important to me because i started school in that house. Moving on to the third. During the building of our 5th house, we moved in with my sister Amy and her family. We lived with them for a year or so. The 5th house held many memories, we lived in that house the longest. A total of 4 years. Even though there were as many good memories than bad, this house was still my favorite, and not only mine, but all of my sisters too(which there are 6 of us total, same parents and everything, no boys). My parents thought it would be a good idea to move yet again. Before we found the 6th house, we lived with my sister Melissa, making it the 6th. The 7th house is one of my least favorites. I guess most of the memories in that house were bad. We moved there when my sister Amy moved out and decided to go to colorado with her family because of some family problems.. Anyways, next thing i know, were moving to colorado too. Which brings us to house #8. House 8 was alright, which im not sure if you would consider it a house at all. We lived with Amy again, just this time in her basement in Colorado, with boxes for walls, which remained unpacked for the 11 months we lived there. Moving on to house 9, living with my sister Emily back in the town we moved to colorado from. I cant rememver how long we lived here, but you can see a pattern huh? The next time, i moved alone. I lived with my sister Melissa again, different house though. My parents sent me to a different school, but that subject is later(hosue 10). Moving cities again, house 11 was the smallest house weve ever lived in and i have to say i wasnt a fan. Hot during the summer, freezing in winter. We didnt live there long, a year maybe. On to house 12. House 12 was a fun house. It was old and had so many problems and i hated living there, but thinking back i really liked it. This house was important to me. I got my first dog in this house. Last but not least. House # 13. The house we are living in is yes, the 13th house i have lived in and is definately the biggest. Although this is a funny story since my parents have just put the house up for sale. We have only lived there for a year and half. Now, were about to move to another house while my dad builds our new one. So by the end of next year, the number should be at 15. And if your wanting the cities and states i will list them in order. Gilmer, TX, New Diana, TX, White Oak, TX, Kilgore, TX, White Oak, TX, Gladewater, TX, White Oak, TX, Colorado Springs, CO, White Oak, TX, Troup, TX, Troup, TX, Troup, TX, Troup, TX, and the next two will most likely be in Troup, TX too. Told you it would be long. The relationship with each house almost became different as i got older. After a while i didnt really care where we lived. I became used to the moving. I didnt get as attached to houses as i did when i was younger. I remember crying when we had to move, and sense i was 13 i havent cared much anymore. And from living in each of these places, good and bad, its shown me to be happy with what i have, wherever i live, whatever i do, just try to make the best out of it. Honestly i dont remember anything said to me.. If i had to guess it would be the repeating statement of, "Were going to live in this house for a long time... this is the last one i promise" Things of that sort im sure.
Next subject, schools.
In kindergarden and half of 1st grade i went to ETCS (East Texas Christian School), my dad was a preacher for 13 years of my life. The rest of first grade till 7th grade, i went to White Oak elementary and middle school. When we moved to colorado my mom decided to homeschool me my eigth grade year. From 9th till i graduated, i went to Troup High School. I can honestly say i have hated every school i have ever been to. Although now that im at Sam Houston, im pretty happy. Even though at Troup, the students there made me hate it so much, i did have one teacher that completely changed my mind and made me love it. Mrs. Starkey. She was my art teacher every year of high school. Every year i had her 7th period every day. I still go see her sometimes. She wasnt just wonderful because of how much she encouraged me to go for what i love, but she was almost like a second mother. She was always there when i needed her. In the two previous schools i guess you could say i fit in pretty well, but not in Troup. I felt completely alone at this school I had a boyfriend of 3 years who i hid behind and never made any friends. In fact i came out of high school with 0 friends. And i could honestly say it has scarred me a little. The girls at the school were very mean, and the boys, well they were boys of course.. All in all, i did not belong there, or anywhere to say the least.

Modular Madness

Materials-Puzzle pieces. I think that it coresponds with its shape and i think the same shape could be made from a different object, but i think it would be difficult to make the same structure. The difficulty wasnt too bad actually. The piece was pretty easy to work with, im glad i chose it.
Process-The process was nice, i like how it turned out. The sculpture is definately larger and out of scale compared to the tiny puzzle pieces. My idea at the begin remained mostly the same, a kind of coral looking object.
Form? I dont think it distracts it at all. I think it makes you look at a puzzle in a completely different way.
Concept- My sculpture does not have anything to do with the puzzles history or anything.
Placement-There wasnt much thought gone into the placement of my piece actually. I know i wanted it on at black table clothe and on a round table. Black because i want it to fade into the table, like a coral to the bottom of the ocean. And round because my piece has a round feel to it.

Human Comps

Our overall rating of our human comps was about a 3. While we were very good a showing where our dots were and the sizes of the dots were pretty on target, it was still a bit sloppy and we could have done a better job. Our other issue was that we strayed from our original idea. The birthday party. Instead, we just used the object from a birthday without really acting anything out. Even though we did get off subect, the objects we used were repeated in every picture.

Crossing the Line.

It was the summer of 02 and I was not just “a” rebel, I was “The” Rebel. I was 10 when I decided living at home was a total drag. My parents had just grounded me for shooting cars with rocks from my slingshot. I had had enough. I was in complete angst, I ran into my room and threw everything on my floor; clothes, books, toys, anything I could get my hands on. Then, I could hear it…walking down the hall to my room…My mother. I knew I was in for it this time. Suddenly I could hear a faint cry coming from my window. I could hear it, slowly coming to a scream. “RUN AWAY! ESCAPE, ESCAPE”…the words running through my mind. I knew what I had to do. Not even packing a bag or taking the time to put shoes on, I was busting out. I kicked the screen off my window and ran like hell! No regrets, I wasn’t looking back.

I ran to the main street crossing through the city and after 10 or so minutes an old man in a pickup truck pulled up next to me. Rolling down the window he asked “Hey, you alright? You need a ride somewhere?” Without thinking I jumped in the car! “Where you headed?” the stranger asked me. A quick thought raced through my head and I knew I had to get out. The man had white hair matching his white mustache and his dark glasses hid his eyes from me. Holding on tight, I knew the door-handle would be my only escape if needed. “What should I do? Where should I go?”’ were the thoughts racing through my head. “LIE, LIE” Were the answers to every question the man threw at me.  

It was getting dark and I decided I would go to the nearest place I knew of; Josey’s. Josey was my best friend, and I knew I could count on her to hide me away till morning. I gave the old man the directions and was there in less than 5 minutes. Like a bullet from a gun, I shot out the car door as soon as the tires squealed to a stop. I sprinted to the door and knocked, not thinking or caring if her parents opened it. As the door cracked open, Josey’s red hair popped out and pulled me in. Finally, I was inside. Putting my finger over my mouth signaling her to be quiet, I grabbed her hand and pulled her along with me as I sneaked through the house to her room. Once inside I told her everything, I knew she could keep a secret. While packing myself a sack and putting some borrowed shoes on, the door swung open and on the other side was Josey’s mom.

Without even asking a single question, she knew. I never understood how mothers were able to read minds, but now wasn’t the time to find out. As Josey ran to the kitchen to get me some food to take with me, I finished packing my escape bag. Within a short amount of time, I was climbing through the second window of the night. I sprinted through the yard as fast as Josey’s pink nikes would let me. I had finally gotten away, or so I thought. In an instant I was yanked back by the hand. My mind went wild with questions, “Who could it be? Had the old man come back for me? This is the end...” As I turned around to face my predator, I stared into the eyes of my worst nightmare. My dad.

Mahdyalur Mahdnis...

Well workin with the puzzle was pretty interesting. This is what i got outta it. Enjoy;)

Negative and White spaces.

Maahhhdyalurrr Mahhdniiissss...

Hmmmm.. So seeing as this Modular Madness thing is gonna be a bit of a puzzle. I decided that would be my object. Puzzle pieces. Coincidence? I think not. Time to put this theory to the test and work with this... puzzle.. ;)

R & R (And i dont mean Rest and Relaxation)

Sooo another fun project for me :) Pictchaaas.... in nature of course. Or in your room? Haha. Anywho. This was enjoyable for me again. I did my best to find the Rhythm and Repitition picures.

Menil Trip!

The field trip to the Menil was really really really cool :) I enjoyed seeing all the different kinds of art. By far, the surrealism was my favorite room. Soo interesting with Max Ernst and Rene Magritte. And i loved how the lighting was darkest in the room. I also loved the scuplture of the torso of Venus or Aphrodite. Really neat. Wish i had taken more pictures :/

Walking to my death.

After finishing the cardboard project we were informed that we would be doing a catwalk in front of the whole class and 3 judges, Kathryn, Valerie, and Tony Shipp(Head of art department, artist, yada yada). Anywho, not only did we have to do that, we were judged, by some serious dudes and dudettes. Not fun? I dont think so. Soooooo, i think i got a 3 overall? I cant remember. Buuut it was hard enough walking in front of 50 people, and then i was told my stem pretty much sucked and that my entire project looked like a womans blaaaa. I guess the hardest part was working your best on a project and either being told it sucked or that you did something wrong overall. So props for everyone, that was extremely difficult. And although i disagree with some of the statements made, nothin i can do about it now. Glad there were no breakdowns haha.

Cardboard Magnolia Seed?????

So our new project was to blindly grab an object from the box. Not knowing what we were doing, i grabbed the coolest feeling one. A magnolia seed. Stupid idea? Possibly. After getting our objects, we find out we have to replicate them larger than life and put them on our bodies. Talk about hard...

Finished Dots.

My dots once i finished i was very pleased :)

Dots in... well anywhere..

All of my dot pictures. Some that i didnt print off because we only had to do five :/ which was a very hard decision to make! And yes, none are altered in any way at all.