This is the parent category of all courses taken in year 1.
During the course of this assignment we were introduced to this personality we call Osayo. As we gaze at the representation of an individual we colour in the different facets of a personality with our own understanding. Often masking the surface of what they represent.
The illustration of the process of reflection and the shards of glass that begin to define us.
The burnt and charred paper represent the photographs of the mind. In their midst lies the suspension of time(metal networks drenched in red paint) that we are yet to comprehend. The fusion of the elements of metal and paper represent the different spheres of life coming together. In the midst of it all is your understanding playing with the forces of light and shadow.
Racism is a manifestation of the human mind. The complex network demonstrates how its purpose goes beyond our comprehension. REd represents the scars that its leaves upon the soul of the victim.
This piece was inspired by Roman architect Vitruvius. As the complex lines resemble a spiders web, we begin to follow the path of the divine. This narrates the course of my peer.
As the gridded nature of the city forms its concrete network, it is juxtaposed against the circular sphere of the world that it engulfs
As the stained bandaids form the outline of the piece, the inner core of darkness is demonstrated by the central entanglement. Intimate symbols of memory surround it.
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My deepest desire it to create. In doing so I procreate a manifestation of my mind. What I have learnt over the course of my first semester is how my individual transition has contributed towards my growth. It is my own personal journey and pain that has altered the fluids of my memory allowing me to think differently
It is less paint, more passion. It is less thought, more instinct.
I am happiest when I begin to comprehend ideas and comprehend visually the structure of my mind. My work and my art brings to light the inner workings of my psychology. While it is twisted and convoluted my craft represents the latter. It is as though when I create, I understand more clearly the dynamics of my own mind. Thoughts and philosophies finally reach their conclusion. It is a feeling of elation that I can not describe. It is my own personal brand of heroine. My highest high and my most profound moment of existence. It is during that brief moment in time that I believe my purpose is understood. The process of manifestation has a moment of elation that is indescribable. It is as though the artistic process has a journey. It begins with me confronting the assignment at hand only to analyse different interpretations of the same idea. It is followed by frustrating moments of self doubt. Finally we encounter that rapturous moment. It is as though the light from the heavens gravitates me towards a realm of possibility. Everything else around me is dark. The light only shines upon me. Only I exist.
