My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

My next box, which I am in the process of creating, is about my childhood bedroom. When I was sketching for this box I realized that my most prominent memory of my bedroom is being afraid to sleep and having nightmares. I am incorporating some of the things that I was most afraid of into my box, but I will write more about that in my “Box #4 Process” post. For now I just wanted to reflect on the fears of childhood. I wonder if other people had more peaceful slumber as kids or if others were also riddled by frightening images of sharks, Bloody Mary, and old lady ghosts. I will admit that I was thirteen years old before I started sleeping alone (my sister was probably ready to get me out of her bed) because I was so terrified. As I got older, it got easier not to think about anything scary and I wonder if that can be chalked up to maturing or maybe as we age we just don’t have as vivid of imaginations. Probably a little of both. Being afraid, and getting over it, was a major part of growing up for me and I think that’s true for a lot of people. I wouldn’t say that I am nostalgic for those times, but those memories certainly hold a lot of power. Honestly, even though I’m an adult now, these photos still really creep me out. Yikes!

For my museum visit, I went to the Seattle Art Museum because I knew they had a diverse range of artworks and had two of Joseph Cornell’s boxes and a few of his collages in their permanent collection. I was disappointed to find that after I looked through everything there and asked a guide, his pieces were not on display at the moment. I was so excited to see a Cornell box up close in person, but oh well. There were a few cool things to see there, along with a lot of, dare I say, boring crap. I tend to be very picky about the art that interests me and I found that a lot of what I was seeing at SAM was either pretty dull or I had a hard time finding the meaning in it or considering it to be “fine art”.  However, there was definitely some good work to see.

I was very excited to see four of Carrie Mae Weems’ beautiful black and white photographs. I know we’ve discussed her work around domestic space quite a bit in class, so it was really cool to see her prints so large and in person.

The piece that I found to be most relevant to my project was a black and white photograph entitled Coney Island Boardwalk, Man by Roy DeCarava. It had a nostalgic quality to it that reminded me of the reasons I wanted to use black and white photography in my work during this quarter.  I think it must be a pretty rare photograph too because I can’t even find it on Google; which kind of makes it even cooler that I got to see it at the museum. I’ve done a little research on the artist and many of his other photographs have a “home life” quality to them that appeals to me a lot. I think discovering him was the best thing I took away from going to SAM.

There was also a painting that I connected to that was called How My Mother’s Embroidered Apron Unfolds in My Life by Arshile Gorky. This abstract painting coupled with its descriptive title makes me think that is represents a memory or attempts to encapsulate a particular relationship within the artist’s life, which is basically what I aim to do in each of my boxes.

Another thing I enjoyed quite a bit was “The Porcelain Room” because it sort of reminded me of a giant assemblage. They pieced together a huge display of porcelain objects, all found from various time periods and places of origin. The display describes how porcelain was once very valuable but has become commonplace now and that this room is there way of making these artifacts special again. This is similar to the way I want to treat the objects in my work. 

So, basically, the point of this post is for me to say that they didn’t have what I went to the museum to see, but I ended up discovering some pretty cool new stuff instead.

For my museum visit, I went to the Seattle Art Museum because I knew they had a diverse range of artworks and had two of Joseph Cornell’s boxes and a few of his collages in their permanent collection. I was disappointed to find that after I looked through everything there and asked a guide, his pieces were not on display at the moment. I was so excited to see a Cornell box up close in person, but oh well. There were a few cool things to see there, along with a lot of, dare I say, boring crap. I tend to be very picky about the art that interests me and I found that a lot of what I was seeing at SAM was either pretty dull or I had a hard time finding the meaning in it or considering it to be “fine art”.  However, there was definitely some good work to see.

I was very excited to see four of Carrie Mae Weems’ beautiful black and white photographs. I know we’ve discussed her work around domestic space quite a bit in class, so it was really cool to see her prints so large and in person.

The piece that I found to be most relevant to my project was a black and white photograph entitled Coney Island Boardwalk, Man by Roy DeCarava. It had a nostalgic quality to it that reminded me of the reasons I wanted to use black and white photography in my work during this quarter.  I think it must be a pretty rare photograph too because I can’t even find it on Google; which kind of makes it even cooler that I got to see it at the museum. I’ve done a little research on the artist and many of his other photographs have a “home life” quality to them that appeals to me a lot. I think discovering him was the best thing I took away from going to SAM.

There was also a painting that I connected to that was called How My Mother’s Embroidered Apron Unfolds in My Life by Arshile Gorky. This abstract painting coupled with its descriptive title makes me think that is represents a memory or attempts to encapsulate a particular relationship within the artist’s life, which is basically what I aim to do in each of my boxes.

Another thing I enjoyed quite a bit was “The Porcelain Room” because it sort of reminded me of a giant assemblage. They pieced together a huge display of porcelain objects, all found from various time periods and places of origin. The display describes how porcelain was once very valuable but has become commonplace now and that this room is there way of making these artifacts special again. This is similar to the way I want to treat the objects in my work. 

So, basically, the point of this post is for me to say that they didn’t have what I went to the museum to see, but I ended up discovering some pretty cool new stuff instead.