tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826886486031295262024-03-14T11:11:39.483-07:00Molly HopkinsMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-10151522413268369682016-03-15T21:57:00.000-07:002016-03-16T06:51:02.969-07:00Post, the sixteenth -- made-up perfectionmy final project for this class ended up being a little different than i'd originally thought.<br />
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i had wanted to print my photos to make physical, tangible pieces with printed text in between, but it turned out to be a digital presentation.<br />
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what happened was: i took photos of 4 peoples faces and focused on one feature very intently; i took those photos and put them together to make new faces with a piece of each of the 4 people (right eye, left eye, nose, mouth).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">face 3 of made-up perfection</td></tr>
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my point/message ended up being one about caring for and about yourself, something that i think a lot of us are frightened of.<br />
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it took me a really long time to learn how to love myself; i thought that acknowledging the positive parts of me was selfish and that it would make me a person i didn't want to be.<br />
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it wasn't until i learned that you can't really make anyone else's life better or really care for another person if you're miserable with yourself or don't love yourself.<br />
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knowing that you're good at something or liking the way you look, those aren't bad things.<br />
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sometimes it can be scary because someone could disagree and say you're bad at [insert: whatever it is that you're doing] or that they don't think you're very good looking at all; so what?!<br />
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if you care about yourself and know your worth, those things won't matter as much.<br />
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some things will always be able to hurt you, but if you know yourself and your strengths and your beauties and your skills, you'll be able to bounce back so much more easily.<br />
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maybe this project helped one person think something kind about themselves today or maybe it made them feel valued.<br />
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my hope would be that it inspired everyone who saw it not to be afraid of liking themselves and ultimately, i hope we can all be at peace with who we are so we can be at peace with each other.<br />
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<br />Molly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-29021466418133423812016-02-22T09:12:00.001-08:002016-02-22T09:14:47.300-08:00Post, the fifteenth -- if i'm being totally honest, i haven't really been into my posts lately; i think i've been so absorbed in thinking about school and graduation and life in general that i haven't produced a good post in a while so i'm going to try to make this one better at least.<br />
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with that said, it seems like i get some of my best thinking done during artist talks.<br />
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i managed to stay pretty focused during Jennifer Angus' talk about her work with insects in art, but i really don't like bugs and was feeling so itchy that i welcomed the wanderings of my mind for once.<br />
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Jennifer's obsession with pattern was interesting to me even though i don't share that passion, but what i was really thinking about was the concert i was going to the next night (<a href="http://www.troyesivan.com/">Troye Sivan</a>).<br />
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i fell in love with his music when i was driving back to school and his song <a href="https://youtu.be/Io2Yjy3nV_c">YOUTH</a> came on the radio; i was hooked and once i got tickets to his show in Milwaukee, it was all i could think about.<br />
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when i finally got to the concert on saturday night, i experienced some kind of odd things. <br />
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for 1, i was one of the oldest people there who wasn't a parent and that was really strange for me, i mean i'm only 22 and i guess i hadn't really grasped how different that <i>really </i>is from 18 (the last time i was at The Rave).<br />
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another thing i noticed, primarily during the opening act, was that people seemed to feel compelled to sing along with the music; the people next to me clearly didn't know the words, but by the end of the song they were belting them out (i was guilty of this, too, not necessarily belting, but trying to learn the words).<br />
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i watched as the girls around me nervously glanced around as they stumbled through lyrics that they'd just caught on to, in case somehow someone realized that they didn't know every single word to every song being performed.<br />
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the strangest thing was the amount of time that i spent watching the show on people's phones.<br />
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there were people who were on their phones recording or snapping or tweeting the entire concert and it made me sad for them that they missed the show; yes they'll have evidence that they were there, but you can't tell me that they really enjoyed themselves.<br />
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this video is a pretty good example.<br />
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looking around <a href="http://www.therave.com/main.asp">The Rave</a>, so many people were just not <i>there; </i>they were standing around me, i could see and feel them, but they were so consumed with what they were taking away with them that they might as well have stayed home and looked videos up online (i totally understand the irony of my recording this and showing it to you while criticizing the other people at the show for doing the same thing).<br />
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i think it's sad how much we let technology and especially our stupid, little phones control our lives and i'm totally a part of this, too.<br />
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we pay to see someone sing for us and instead of listening and giving ourselves to the music and the experience, we focus on a little box that's in our hands like if we put it away we'll be lost.<br />
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i think that there are some really great aspects of technology: you can learn about anything you want, find people with similar interests or struggles as you, express yourself in different ways, but i also think that if we were all more present we would be much better off.<br />
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it's so easy to be someone behind a screen and to say whatever you want but what does that mean in real life?<br />
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how do we really care for each other and how do we really help each other?<br />
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sometimes i think that in ways, we're becoming more and more like technology; we can do plenty of things indirectly, but when it comes down to it, we're becoming less and less personable and this is unfortunate.<br />
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i guess i'd like to challenge you to be more aware of your real, physical surroundings; to put your phone or computer away and just be in the moment and to keep doing this until it becomes normal again.<br />
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i think that would make for a much more fulfilling life.<br />
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<br />Molly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-11512552777907637452016-02-17T11:16:00.001-08:002016-02-17T11:16:41.341-08:00Post, the fourteenth -- final project proposalthe final project.<br />
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i can't believe this is almost over, but that's not what i'm supposed to be talking about; i'm supposed to propose my idea.<br />
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for my last project, i want to use photos from "unmasked realness" and "a visible past" along with some new ones of my nose (that will hopefully be contoured by Ariel).<br />
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i want to print some images and display them together mosaic style to make a somewhat complete face. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo from "a visible past"</td></tr>
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i think i want to talk about identity and what the images mean together vs apart and i think i want to talk about in a way that doesn't focus so much on the makeup as something unnatural or separate from ourselves.<br />
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this project should speak to who we are and what we are on a basic level.<br />
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i want to go past the appearance at face value and explore what it means that we change how we look.<br />
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it's most certainly a work-in-progress.<br />
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loveMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-43111012311601638812016-02-10T14:00:00.001-08:002016-02-10T14:00:24.585-08:00Post, the thirteenth -- Norman Rockwellit would be difficult to argue that <a href="http://www.nrm.org/about-2/about-norman-rockwell/">Norman Rockwell</a> wasn't an important artist.<br />
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he made the cover images for the Saturday Evening Post for almost 50 years and had a huge influence on the hyper-realist art movement.<br />
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his style of staging a scene to photograph and then making a painting or drawing from it is so <i>Simulations</i>; on page 38 Baudrillard says "Of the same order as the impossibility of rediscovering an absolute level of the real. is the impossibility of staging an illusion. Illusion is no longer possible, because the real is no longer possible."<br />
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it's interesting because i don't even think that Rockwell was trying to stage an illusion, i think that he was trying to stage the real.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"After the prom" 1957</td></tr>
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this is an example of a Rockwell work that was done after a staged photograph.<br />
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another thing that he was known for was his realistic portraits. <br />
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there is a portrait of JFK that is just dripping in nostalgia and that's really not so different from the rest of Rockwell's work.<br />
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he seems to be a master of nostalgia.<br />
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"Rameses means nothing to us: only the mummy is of inestimable worth since it is what guarantees that accumulation means something. Our entire linear and accumulative culture would collapse if we could not stockpile the past in plain view" (pg 19).<br />
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i think that the way Rockwell most relates to <i>Simulations</i> is with his "Triple self portrait".<br />
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in this piece, Rockwell is painting himself looking in a mirror painting himself.<br />
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is there any 'real' in that??<br />
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Rockwell really makes you question what's going on and what everything means especially with this work.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Triple self portrait" 1960</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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loveMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-33917591393239217682016-01-25T10:53:00.000-08:002016-01-25T10:55:12.165-08:00Post, the twelfth -- a visible past, a continuation of unmasked realness<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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this series of photos is a continuation of unmasked realness and to be honest, for a while that's absolutely all they were.<br />
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people suggested to keep going with the lip thing, so i moved up my face, tried to do the whole eye makeup thing, and took photos of it.<br />
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i think some of the images are kind of beautiful, but i'm not entirely sure what they mean, but i'm not entirely sure what this book is talking about half the time either.<br />
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they say that our eyes are the interpreters of our souls, but what if they're tongue tied and they say that our eyes are the windows to our souls, but what if they're foggy?<br />
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what do made-up eyes tell us that naked ones can't?<br />
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maybe all of the glitter, black smudges and mascara are just a distraction, a way of keeping what our souls are a secret; if people just look at your eyes and not past them, you're safe, right?<br />
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but, again, i think of why and what we want to hide or why we want to change how we look.<br />
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maybe you have some deep, dark secret, or maybe you just want another form of creative expression.<br />
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maybe you're trying to impress someone, or maybe you're trying to impress yourself.<br />
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Jean Baudrillard said "it is no longer a question of a false representation of reality, but of concealing the fact that the real is no longer real" (pg 25).<br />
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when someone puts makeup on, they are still themselves, maybe they become more self assured, but that doesn't mean that the tube of <a href="https://www.toofaced.com/">Too Faced</a> mascara they bought at <a href="http://www.sephora.com/">Sephora</a> is magic.<br />
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it means that they had it in them all along; they just needed a little help; and maybe they're more confident now, but maybe their eyes are streaky and their mascara is flaky and maybe if you saw that, you'd know that they weren't having a great day.<br />
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maybe you'd know more if you really looked at what's going on instead of just seeing that someone took the time to touch their face up that morning and making an assumption about them.<br />
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i think this goes for a lot of things in life.<br />
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we have reasons for what we do, conscious or not, we have reasons and again, i think those reasons are so important.<br />
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i think that people are inherently beautiful and i wish that everyone could see what i see when i look at people and i really wish they could see it when they look at themselves.<br />
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i guess what i'm trying to say (maybe?) is don't judge; look and don't judge, but think are care and love.<br />
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wonder about the people around you and their reasons for what they do, like, wear, read, draw.<br />
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i know i just took some pictures of my eyes so this might seem like a stretch, but this is what i got from it, so this is what i can give you.<br />
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you can see the rest of the (unedited) photos from a visible past <a href="https://flic.kr/s/aHsktfghMx">here</a>.<br />
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loveMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-62728173828014792122016-01-20T14:25:00.001-08:002016-01-20T14:25:36.146-08:00Post, the eleventh -- "an unnamed need"right now, the Wriston Gallery features an exhibit with work by Anila Quayyum Agha, Jennifer Angus, Michelle Grabner, Heather McGill and Tony Orrico.<br />
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although i couldn't make it to the opening, i just checked it out and it was pretty cool.<br />
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the description inside the gallery reads:<br />
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"We desire beautiful things, and yet we discount them. </div>
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Beauty has been so exploited as a means of manipulation </div>
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in contemporary society that we have learned to mistrust it. </div>
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Consequently, we denigrate qualities that create the experience of beauty: </div>
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pattern and ornament are scoffed at as mindless; carefully crafted </div>
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objects are dismissed as elitist; lush and pristine surfaces are considered superficial. </div>
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We have allowed the abuse of beauty to blind us to its richness of meaning.</div>
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The works assembled here bring that richness back before our eyes, </div>
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and compel us to contemplate all that beauty can encompass: the fluid </div>
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boundaries among natural and artificial; eye, mind, and body; </div>
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self and other; form and nothingness."</div>
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the first room of the exhibit was a series of beautiful patterns on the walls but, unfortunately, i couldn't really look at them because they were made of giant bugs so it was pretty much my worst nightmare; Miriam Beerman was a walk in the park compared to this.</div>
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the room that i really enjoyed was the third and final room with Tony Orrico's work that i'm really disappointed i didn't get to see in action.</div>
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his work is extremely active but at the same time looks totally controlled because of the repetition. </div>
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in a way i think that his work really relates, in a very literal way, to the idea of production in <i>Simulations.</i></div>
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i wonder, though, how Tony's intentional production of one (master) piece at a time relates to Baudrillard's idea that "what society seeks through production, and overproduction, is the restoration of the real which escapes it." (pg 44)</div>
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are Orrico's works anything less than real if they can never truly be duplicated, not in the same way with the same people feeling and thinking the same things.</div>
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maybe Tony Orrico's works are some of the only real works i or we have ever seen.</div>
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Molly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-64508078825900757672016-01-13T12:50:00.000-08:002016-01-14T14:45:13.804-08:00Post, the tenth -- unmasked realnessnew year, new, crazy book to draw inspiration from.<br />
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our first project of the term is inspired by some of the first pages of the book, "Simulations" by Jean Baudrillard.<br />
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we're supposed to talk about realness and being unmasked and representation and what it all means.<br />
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i don't know what it means.<br />
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any of it.<br />
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i think this book might be easier to read in french.<br />
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anyway, i started thinking about makeup. <br />
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i started thinking about all the work we go through to put makeup on and then to make it look perfect when in reality, at least for me, there's usually lipstick all over my teeth and face by the time i'm ready to walk out the door.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">photo 11 of 12 from unmasked realness</td></tr>
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then, i started thinking about why we even wear makeup; what we get out of changing our physical appearances and i thought that maybe our made-up selves are more real than the natural, naked-faced selves we wake up with.<br />
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maybe how i want to look to other people, or even to myself, can explain to you more about the real me and maybe the things i try to hide are actually more revealing than the things themselves because maybe if you saw my lipstick stained face, cracked lips and unbleached teeth, you'd wonder what other parts of me are rushed, broken or dirty.<br />
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as Baudrillard says "to dissimulate is to feign not to have what one has" (pg 5).<br />
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maybe when i wear a headband, it's not only to get my flyaways under control, but it's also because i've seen every episode of Gossip Girl ever and Blair always wears a headband and she's a powerful, respected woman and imitating her makes me feel good about myself.<br />
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who knows, maybe i just like red lipstick and maybe that's because i think that Marilyn Monroe is iconic and beautiful or maybe it's because i think it looks polished and put together and maybe i think these things without ever having consciously thought them and it has nothing to do with my cracked lips at all.<br />
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there's a reason for the choices we make, whether its biking or driving to work, buying skinny jeans or bellbottoms, reading Stephen King or Jane Austen, and those reasons are the things that show the real us even if we're using these things to draw attention away from something we see as unfavorable.<br />
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why we see them as unfavorable is more telling and revealing than the things themselves.<br />
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you can see the other 10 (unedited) photos from unmasked realness by clicking <a href="https://flic.kr/s/aHskp3eVAd">here</a>.<br />
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<br />Molly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-47587561191661902482015-11-23T18:56:00.003-08:002015-11-30T14:26:50.904-08:00Post, the ninth -- je ne sais quoi<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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my final project for new media in art is a video called <i>je ne sais quoi - </i>translation: i don't know what.<br />
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it's about beauty.<br />
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it's about the beauty of human beings (all humus an beings, think Marshall McLuhan's "global village"); beauty that has nothing to do with the common standards but beauty that comes from the subtle little things that we all do; a nervous glance, a conversation about a passion, a smile, a stare.<br />
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in times like these, times when 129 people can be killed overnight for no apparent reason, it can be difficult to believe in or even remember the beauty in the world.<br />
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when i heard about the attacks in Paris, i really wanted to change my project, to make something that "mattered".<br />
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it wasn't until i finally calmed down a little and thought about it, though, that i realized that this project does matter.<br />
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it's so easy to feel hate and fear and despair when tragedy strikes, and that's exactly what they want you to feel.<br />
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this video is in loving memory of the 129 souls taken from us in Paris on the evening of the 13th of November, 2015, those taken before that, and those that will be taken in the future.<br />
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a lot of my Wednesday nights in Paris were spent at a Scottish pub called the <a href="http://pubhighlander.com/">Highlander</a>, listening to strangers sing at open mic night.<br />
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the audio is from one of those nights.<br />
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a youngish man from Ireland was performing for his last time before going home after 2 years in Paris and his performance really struck me.<br />
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he was tall and lanky with an air of someone who doesn't quite know how to keep their limbs in line, but when he stood behind his guitar and the microphone, you knew he was supposed to be there; he is meant to make music. <br />
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i wanted to give to you this little piece of Paris, one of my favorite times.<br />
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my hope is that if you see this video, you will concentrate your energy on the beauty of the world; that you'll realize that even if you didn't know anyone who was killed, you shared things with them; that they were beautiful and that you're beautiful and that this beauty can and will get us through.<br />
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here's a link to <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnrcNYrfHQk">je ne sais quoi</a>.</i><br />
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loveMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-11689968422023174702015-11-17T14:23:00.004-08:002015-11-19T13:31:14.714-08:00Post, the eight -- Something happenedlast week, my class got to exhibit our work in a gallery in our school's library. <br>
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we each printed 2, 11x14 inkjet prints and made/ordered a book of the images from our photo project inspired by Robert Frank and Bob Dylan.<br>
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it was fun to see everyone's work together and i think that books are a really effective way to display images and i hope that one day, my name will appear next to the likes of Robert Frank, Jack Kerouac and Walker Evans on more bookshelves than just my own.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my book, <i>Appleton, WI. In Living Color</i></td></tr>
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our show was pretty successful, but now it's over and honestly, i'll probably never think about it again.<br>
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something else happened last week, though, that i can't stop thinking about.<br>
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i was informed of the attacks in Paris simultaneously by two people on friday night.<br>
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i turned on a live feed of what was happening on the streets and i cried; for hours.<br>
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i texted my host family, messaged my friends in Paris and talked to my friends that i spent last year with.<br>
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when 9/11 happened, i was only 7, i'd lived in Wisconsin my whole life and my family didn't know anyone in New York, so this is the first time that a disaster has had such a strong and disabling effect on me. <br>
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since last friday, the 13th of november, i've felt like i've been in a daze or a haze or a stupor.<br>
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when i hear people talk about the attacks or see the news or photos, my head gets fuzzy and foggy and i shut down a little.<br>
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we talked in class today about <i>The Medium is the Massage.</i><br>
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on page 154 it says "i -- i hardly know, sir, just at present -- at least i know who i was when i got up this morning, but i think i must have been changed several times since then."<br>
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i changed on friday when i learned about the attacks.<br>
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i changed on saturday as more and more details were coming out.<br>
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i changed on sunday when i realized that my friend and i had gone to a party at the Bataclan club.<br>
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i changed this morning at the start of class when i learned that one of my friend's friends had been killed in the attack; that's probably the case with more of my friends that just this one.<br>
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i guess i just don't really know what to do other than write this.<br>
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my friends are probably tired of me talking about it and it's probably difficult for them to understand where i'm coming from; it just doesn't feel the same if it didn't happen in a place you fell in love with, to people you admire and care for.<br>
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at the <a href="http://www.parismarais.com/en/visit-the-marais-district/the-marais-neighborhoods/place-de-la-republique.html">Place de la République</a>, you can see this and other expressions from French people put there after the attacks on <a href="https://charliehebdo.fr/">Charlie Hebdo</a> in January, the deadliest terror attack on French soil before last week.<br>
<br>these people are brave and strong and i know that they will make it through this, i just wish they didn't have to.<br><br><br><br>LOVE<br>LOVE<br>LOVE, please<br>
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Molly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-66700642079498859122015-11-12T08:49:00.000-08:002015-11-12T08:49:32.703-08:00Post, the seventh -- Lucy and Marshall in the Sky with Diamondsthis week, i presented a report on The Beatles and why Marshall McLuhan included them in his book <i>The Medium is the Massage</i>.<br />
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it turns out, The Beatles were pretty experimental in their day.<br />
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McLuhan mentions The Beatles three times in his book and said of them on a separate occasion, <span style="font-family: inherit;">“The
Beatles are…using some of the very oldest forms of Anglo-Saxon, and some of the
very oldest forms of philosophy as a basis for their music. One of the peculiarities of new forms,
electric forms, of retrieval is that they reach back for many centuries to grab
things that man had forgotten long ago”.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">much of The Beatles success comes from the fact that they were around during the electric age.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">for example, their American debut was made on the Ed Sullivan Show where they were introduced to some 70 million people overnight. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">they took advantage of this and other things like the magnetic tape recorder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The Beatles liked trying new things and when they realized that their new work didn't translate on a live stage, decided to spend the rest of their time in the recording studio.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">George Harrison <span style="text-indent: 0in;">explains, “that was the key—we’d had success.</span><span style="text-indent: 0in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">Then
it was “ oh, great.</span><span style="text-indent: 0in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">Come in lads”</span><span style="text-indent: 0in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">and as we got more and more success, we were
able to try some far out ideas.</span><span style="text-indent: 0in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">Then
you’d have success with a far out idea, and people would say “wow, that’s
great”!</span><span style="text-indent: 0in;"> </span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">We’d come back again and George
Martin would be keen to try other ideas.</span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">
</span><span style="text-indent: 0in;">So, it became like a free house—whatever idea we wanted, we’d try it.”</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">even though they're pretty mainstream today and it's probably "cooler" not to like The Beatles now than to like them, they really did their own thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">i think that's probably a big reason why they were so successful.</span></div>
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<!--EndFragment-->Molly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-48943568239801992802015-10-26T21:57:00.000-07:002015-10-28T08:48:00.310-07:00Post, the sixth -- a day with my boy a one minute soundscape.<br />
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sounds like it should be fairly simple; it's not.<br />
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sound is not my thing.<br />
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i can't play any instruments; i can't tell instruments apart in songs (i'm pretty sure there's no difference between drums and bass); i listen to lyrics because i don't understand the rest.<br />
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needless to say, i had no idea how to start this project.<br />
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i had no idea where to go with it after i started it.<br />
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i have no idea what to think of it now that it's finished.<br />
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so, i did the only thing that came to mind; i took my camera out to the stable over my weekend at home.<br />
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i set it up in Boomer's stall while i was grooming him and let it capture sounds that are very common and fun and comforting to me and i called it, <i>a day with my boy</i>.<br />
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in it you can hear breathing, brushing, chewing, walking.<br />
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horses are pretty magnificent creatures.<br />
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they're gentle.<br />
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they're caring.<br />
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they're kind.<br />
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it was difficult for me to put this together because i associate these sounds with images and emotions and i'm not sure how well i was able to separate the two in my mind to make a successful end product. <br />
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i guess that these are some of the sounds that help me get by on some days.<br />
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time i get to spend with Boomer is really special.<br />
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i treasure it, because let's be honest, i'm a little busier and have a few more responsibilities now than i did when i was 9.<br />
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i suppose that this is a kind of tribute, a thank you to him for all the help he's given me over the years.<br />
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i hope it makes you as happy as it makes me.<br />
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(hardest project so far, for sure)<br />
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loveMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-56192635494512558722015-10-12T19:41:00.001-07:002015-10-27T11:20:30.339-07:00Post, the fifth -- Miriam Beerman, Expressing the Chaoslast week i got to be introduced to an amazing artist, Miriam Beerman, via the film <i>Miriam Beerman: Expressing the Chaos</i>.<br>
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Miriam is a very passionate and, in my opinion, very brave woman.<br>
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the images that she portrays in her art are heavy and emotional and sometimes difficult to look at for an extended period of time.<br>
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in the film she said that she paints and expresses "the horror that people meet with in their lives and in their existences."<br>
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she really feels the pain of the world and uses canvases to try to relieve it or maybe to relieve the pressure it puts on herself.<br>
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much of her work has to do with pain and survival; she is heavily influenced by the Holocaust. <br>
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when speaking of painting she said that "you have to keep at it because you need it for your existence."<br>
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she says that "painting is a safe place where you can exercise [your] demons."<br>
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we're lucky enough to have some of Miriam's work in our gallery at Lawrence and i went to see it the day after watching the film.<br>
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her work is even more striking in person than it is in a movie with dramatic music and lighting.<br>
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i was in the gallery by myself and it was perfectly silent.<br>
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one of the paintings said on the top <i>vous vivez</i> which is French for <i>you </i>(collectively or formally) <i>live</i>.<br>
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i paused, wondering if Miriam was telling us to live or if she was making a comment, almost saying that she paints so that we can live.<br>
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it's really difficult to describe and express feelings about her work if the person you're talking to hasn't seen them, so i encourage you to find her work and to spend time with it, even if it makes you feel uneasy.<br>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">images from Auschwitz-Birkenau, 2015.</td></tr>
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some of her collages have sequins and sparkles so at first glance they look almost friendly and inviting, but once you orient yourself, you see gruesome and grotesque, writhing figures covering and covered by the glitz.<br>
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i had a physical response to Miriam's work; i felt a little light headed as i got to the last few works in the exhibit and was happy to sit to look at the last one.<br>
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i know that i wouldn't have appreciated Miriam's work as much if i hadn't seen the film, first.<br>
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everyone can take something from Miriam's paintings and collages, and i really think that everyone should.<br>
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this woman is special.<br>
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she expresses things that some people won't even think about.<br>
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one of her collages says "for beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror" and her work could easily be described as nothing less than terrifying, an equal indication of how lovely it is, too.<br>
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i think we can all learn from Miriam.<br>
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i think we can learn not to be afraid and especially not to be afraid to feel; not to be afraid to feel even if the people around and close to us don't know how to react to our feelings.<br>
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so think of Miriam.<br>
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think of Miriam and don't be afraid.<br>
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loveMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-54691798649575109182015-10-11T08:01:00.000-07:002015-10-27T11:20:47.521-07:00Post, the fourth -- Appleton, WI. In Living Color.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"no parking"<br>
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our third project was inspired by Robert Frank and his book <i>The Americans</i> and a Bob Dylan lyric from <i>Ballad of a Thin Man: </i>"something is happening here and you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones".<br>
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my approach to this project was simple; i stood on the side of the street, set my camera up on a tripod, put in my ear buds, started a timer, and took a photo every 5 seconds for 3 minutes from 6 different viewpoints.<br>
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i ended up with 218 photos and from those, had to choose 20.<br>
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the images were pretty monotonous, so i basically ended up picking the ones with the cars i liked the best (and i don't really care about cars).<br>
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this is my commentary on Appleton, WI.<br>
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call me Mister Jones, but i don't think very much happens here.<br>
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or maybe this is one of those places that people just move through.<br>
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maybe Appleton is just a place that people drive through on the way to their lives, or maybe it's a place where they walk their dogs.<br>
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maybe that's what's happening.<br>
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maybe Appleton is like adolescence and you just have to go through it to get to something better.<br>
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it's really not as bad as i'm probably making it sound; i've just been getting restless these past few years.<br>
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i used to live in a town like this, smaller than this actually, and i loved it, but that was a long 12 years ago.<br>
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this is home to some people.<br>
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this is comfortable to some people.<br>
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this is Appleton, WI.<br>
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this is what some people want.<br>
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just not me, not anymore.<br>
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you can click<a href="https://flic.kr/s/aHskmgicjx"> here</a> to see the full Appleton, WI. In Living Color. album on flickr!<br>
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Molly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-31418195294113470992015-10-03T12:52:00.002-07:002015-10-13T12:35:15.947-07:00Post, the third -- "You know a dream is like a river, ever changin' as it flows. And a dreamer's just a Vessel that must follow where it goes." -Garth Brooks<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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this week i got the opportunity to hear from <a href="http://www.worldsciencefestival.com/participants/edward_a_vessel/">Dr. Ed Vessel</a>, a research scientist from NYU who studies <a href="http://journal.frontiersin.org/article/10.3389/fnhum.2012.00066/abstract">neuroaesthetics</a>/why people respond the ways they do to various art forms and how their responses might relate to other behaviors.<br />
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as i was sitting in Dr. Vessel's lecture on wednesday night, i found it difficult to focus on what he was saying, not because it wasn't interesting or because he was a poor speaker, i just couldn't keep my mind from wandering.<br />
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i thought back to a few years ago when i was immersed in this science world, preparing myself to do the whole med school thing, and wondered if i would be understanding him any better if i'd remained there.<br />
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i've spent a lot of time questioning my decision to pursue art and before that, i spent a long time making the actual decision.<br />
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for the last few years i've noticed that i can't make it through an entire concert, play, gallery opening, whatever, without feeling a bite of jealousy somewhere in the middle of it.<br />
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i've always admired doctors and what they do for people, but i've always envied artists.<br />
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i envy their courage to take a chance on themselves.<br />
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they really take a leap of faith but it seems like whenever it matters, i have a terrible fear of heights.<br />
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so i wonder, am i being selfish in my pursuit of art?<br />
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should i be pushing through chem and bio classes to get to med school?<br />
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at the risk of sounding too cliché, i feel full when i do art, any art; i just love the work.<br />
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my premed track made me feel scattered and uneasy, so shouldn't i be doing the thing that makes me glad, thankful, excited to be alive?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">art brain, courtesy google image search</td></tr>
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i question this choice every day.<br />
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why though?<br />
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why do we feel guilty for doing the things we love?<br />
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why should we ever feel like we're letting humanity down if we do something that makes us happy when it's really humanity that's letting us down if they do anything less than encourage our bliss.<br />
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isn't that our job? to make each other happy, to support each other and to make life worth all of the inevitable bumps and scrapes and bruises we get along the way?<br />
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"the stars are so big, the earth is so small, stay as you are"; that's what Marshall McLuhan tells us.<br />
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so let's help each other love who we are and be confident in our imaginations; whether we think of brainwaves or stocks or weather patterns or paint.<br />
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i didn't really learn very much about <i>the</i> brain from Dr. Vessel, but i did learn a bit about mine and that i should stop questioning it.<br />
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i don't need a medical degree to be able help people, but i do need to be happy to be able to help people and happiness is contagious so that's already a start.<br />
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with that i say ACHOO!<br />
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catch the happiness.<br />
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do something great.<br />
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do something that you love.<br />
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be and be happy.<br />
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loveMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-66248563115433533782015-09-27T21:40:00.000-07:002015-09-27T21:41:25.530-07:00Post, the second -- H2Othe guidelines for this project were to make an experimental video approximately 1 minute long.<br />
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i've never made a video before, so whether it was a guideline or not, this was going to be an experiment.<br />
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the inspiration for this video comes from my never-ending annoyance when i walk into the shower or bathroom and water is dripping because someone couldn't turn the faucet all the way to the right.<br />
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it's called "H2O".<br />
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it's about technology.<br />
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it's about water.<br />
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it's about being a conscientious world citizen.<br />
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it's about the forgotten idea that water was once considered "high tech". <br />
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water is and has been used to make paper and steel, in <a href="http://water.usgs.gov/edu/hyhowworks.html">hydroelectric power</a>, in <a href="http://water.usgs.gov/edu/wupt.html">thermoelectricity</a>, to power machinery at mills, not to mention, it nourishes us and the food that we eat. <br />
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my concern is that in our obsession with new technology, we waste, we exploit, and we ignore our natural resources.<br />
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i worry that this will continue until there is nothing left (no clean water, no clean air) and our new gadgets won't be able to save us.<br />
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Marshall McLuhan said in his book <i>The Medium is the Massage</i>, "our new environment compels commitment and participation. we have become irrevocably involved with, and responsible for, each other".<br />
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i believe that this is truer now than ever.<br />
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in our infatuation with new technology we have deserted too many precious resources and we are henceforth accountable for making this planet habitable for each other and the generations to come.<br />
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no one will do it if we don't.<br />
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it's easy to be a responsible human.<br />
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please try.<br />
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loveMolly Hopkinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05179925635630835601noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82688648603129526.post-71905096190557051072015-09-16T18:19:00.002-07:002015-10-03T12:56:35.965-07:00Post, the firstSo...<br />
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my name's Molly and i'm from <a href="http://www.worldeasyguides.com/usa/milwaukee/milwaukee-on-map-of-usa/">Milwaukee, Wisconsin</a>.<br />
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i'm studying French.<br />
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i spent last year in Paris learning the language and culture, exploring the boulevards with Neil Young, and eating as many pastries as i could get my hands on.<br />
i saw famous art; i saw how the class system works; i saw a group of people 4,000 miles away from home who aren't so different from you and me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Le Sacré Cœur de Montmartre from le Parc des Buttes-Chaumont</td></tr>
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i've been horseback riding since i was 9 years old and i've had my horse, Boomer, for about 12 years.<br />
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i've been interested in photography for as long as i can remember.<br />
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i feel most comfortable and at peace when i'm in nature.<br />
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i'm not the best at drawing or painting, but i like to do it anyway; i've always been encouraged to express myself creatively.<br />
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a few years ago, i thought that i was going to be a doctor or a vet so i shadowed a large animal veterinarian for about 4 summers.<br />
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autumn is my favorite season; i love the cool nights, the football games, and the sweaters.<br />
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i'm emotional.<br />
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in my opinion, there's almost nothing more calming than driving around in the summertime listening to country music. <br />
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i'm a member of Kappa Alpha Theta.<br />
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i'm a realistic optimist .<br />
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i played 15 seasons of volleyball.<br />
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my favorite book is <a href="http://www.sparknotes.com/lit/littlewomen/summary.html">"Little Women"</a>.<br />
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my favorite song is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqdWTeXWvOg">"I Love You Always Forever" by Donna Lewis</a>.<br />
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<a href="http://www.packers.com/">GO PACK GO!</a><br />
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and...that's me<br />
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these are the things that shape and make my art because they're the things that shape and make me. <br />
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art is my greatest and sometimes only form of self expression.<br />
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when i'm working on a project, that project is my life.<br />
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art is my words.<br />
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through my work i hope to gain a greater understanding of myself and to create something that people can relate to or learn from.<br />
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i hope to spread kindness.<br />
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i hope to promote thought.<br />
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i hope to add something positive to this world.<br />
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love<br />
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