Art should tell all, and yet, nothing at all. It raises an eyebrow, and intrigues the mind. It causes the viewer to step back and observe, step forward and squint, lean in for the microscopic details, and step back once more.
Art is personal. It is like traces and memories left from the creator, like explosions from one's mind and body. May the creator solely know what it is, or the purpose of its juxtaposition to that word, that next color, that next stroke. Colors on the words; words in three's; words in a box as boxes fill the page. Words are jumbled, misplaced, displaced, frenzied. But my words are my words. They speak for me without having to say much, without moving my lips or making a sound.
"Box, Bust, Car" are translated to "Blue, Yellow, Black." Each color speaks a syllable in sound.
-Melanie Lee
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Melanie, I find this writing magical and evocative. Personally, I really like leaning in for the microscopic details. The last part about translating colors works really well. You haven't talked about the artist at all but used their work to your own ends. I think that is great!
ReplyDeleteI would revise the sentence: "May the creator solely know what it is, or the purpose of its juxtaposition to that word, that next color, that next stroke." As it is now, I'm not sure what you mean.
Also, I would add a comma here: "words in a box, as boxes fill the page." ... and here: "But, my words are my words." ... and here: "They speak for me without having to say much, without moving my lips, or making a sound. "
Could you please look up the artist Louise Bourgeois and bring a book about her to class on Thursday, July 9th...