Reflection - Memories in My Skin

Reflection 

Memories in My Skin

By: Maddy White

Technical:

I used some more technical steps while completing this assignment. Some of the steps I had used for an example, was; changing the opacity of the images and doing layer blends. 

Idea or Concept:

The ideas I had used in my work was heartbreak that sometimes people feel. They were related to how I felt as a child, up until now. I had not used some of the pictures I was originally, going to use, but that is okay, because if I would have added the pictures I took out, the product would be messy and crammed in together. Which would make the overall image look not very well done. 

Influences:

I do not have any influences for my work, I just kind of went with what looks good with each other and "went with the flow". 

Composition:

Once again, just like stated above, I didn't have a composition I don't feel like. I went with what my instincts told me, and I just kind of decided which goes where by how well it blended.

Motivation:

The motivation for my piece of work was just to kind of let go of my emotions I've kept bottled in for all these years. Something about letting go of my emotions in this piece of artwork was really relieving for me because I've kept it in for so long. 

Critical Assessment:

I believe my work could have been better, it was hard for me to blend the light pictures into the dark background and turn it into a dark colour scheme, because my work was created from dark emotions and feelings.

I also believe I could have done a better job because some of my pictures are the same size, even when I had tried to re-size them.

Memories in My Skin

Memories in My Skin - Writing

-My first concert (5SOS)
-My very first friend
-Nanny
-New York
-Jordan
-starting high school

My Very First Friend

My very first friend, who had lived three doors down from me and our parents were friends, which is how we had met. I have known him since I was two years old, and he was the closest person to me after my grandma had passed away in grade three, up until eighth grade. In grade eight we had still talked a little bit, but in the summer going into grade nine, he and I had just stopped talking all together. It's kind of strange how someone who is your best friend and whom you love so much can just turn into a stranger with a snap of two fingers. At this time, at the end of grade eight and all through the summer, I was picked on by some of the girls in my class. I had never told anyone about this, besides him, because it had been going on since grade six. I trusted him with my entire life, and we had made a promise to always stay friends, and be there for each other forever. It's funny how even the person closest to you can break promises so important to you, but maybe not as important to them. We talk occasionally now and then, when we see each other in the halls we will say hello, but I don't know who he even is anymore. The only memories I have of him were from when we were little and would sneak out of the house in the middle of the night and go into my tree house and just talk for hours on end, even though we both knew that we could have gotten in major trouble. Sometimes when I was sad I would just sit outside all alone on my deck, and even if I didn't talk to him about it, because no kids had cellphones or Facebook or anything back then, he would still come outside and comfort me, because that was the thing about us; we knew when we needed each other. I wonder if he knows that I need him now.

Nine of Me - Obama

Layer Project with Erasers

Brushes Project for Media Arts