Online Artist 2
Date viewed: March 23, 2008
Abigail Cohen was a young artist finding her voice, and exploring her own life through photographs. Herself and how she relates to others around her had been her ongoing subject. She thought of life as a cycle of always dieing and being reborn again, a circle that is never ending. Her work one cycle of my Journey shows Abigail of finding her own voice as an artist and as a person. She talks about how everything has a balance, a balance between intimacy and tension, of chaos and fluidity, of mystery and awareness. Unfortunately, Abigail's life was cut short because of a heart failure at the age of 27.
This artist compels me because she was close to my age when she passed away. It's so sad to see anybody pass away at such a young age. I especially think her work one cycle is meaningful, I connect with her in that I think around your mid twenties, is the time when you are really trying to find your own voice. I also think it's always harder when you actually make yourself the subject of your artwork. This means you have to analyze yourself, and make the "personal" public. Putting it out in the public means that it will be open to criticism. I'm glad that she was able to put herself in this spot, and have found to be herself and not be ashamed of it. "I am concerned with being home, being attached, being safe, but also being left vulnerable to the wild world, beckoning and demanding my attention," she remarked. In life there are times where you feel safe, and then there are times when you feel scared. Feelings or emotions always changes. I think there is always a sense of freedom when you are able to present yourself as both being strong and vulnerable at the same time.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Photography at the Poles
Art Event 3
Location: Balboa Park
SDNHM: Odover Gallery
Date: February 23, 2008
At the Odover Galley an exhibition called Photography at the Poles was happening. Here photographers focused their talents in capturing the icy poles. Penguins, polar bears, ice rocks, walrus, and arches formed by ice were captured. The icy landscape freezed the atmosphere but yet in a pleasant way. The joy of the three penguins playing and jumping by Ralph Lee Hopkins, will make you smile. Hopkins also photographed the picture above.
Abe Ordover on the other hand had another attempt of capturing the landscape of the poles. He focused on the great sea arches formation, and the defined shapes that they make. One I especially liked was where the ice arc was coming out of the frame, breaking away from it. Over and over he showed the different blue shades the ice makes in his photographs such as Blue World and Blue Ice 613. He also had pictures of penguins. I was struck by a photograph titled "love", a close up image of two penguins. As I look at these photographs, I started to become a little bit jealous. Man, I wonder how it felt to be out there to take pictures of these magnificent animals of the poles. I wonder how the chilly wind felt on their cheeks, and even maybe at times of concentration the chilly weather is forgotten.
There were also two video installation in the exhibition. One was called Shot in the Antarctic by Allan Harley. I find video and photography as a medium that I will be willing to work with. Harley's shots of penguins are joyful to watch. A Colony of penguins seems to be there for one another. Penguins are considered birds that can't fly, but other birds won't be able to survive the cold weather of the Antarctica either.
This exhibition was inspiring. A lot of the pictures were up close, it gives you a chance to take a really good look at these wonderful creations. I remember I did a photography of ducks and geese. I wished I would have focused my camera lens more on them. My hope is to have a better camera someday. This makes me want to take more pictures.
Location: Balboa Park
SDNHM: Odover Gallery
Date: February 23, 2008
At the Odover Galley an exhibition called Photography at the Poles was happening. Here photographers focused their talents in capturing the icy poles. Penguins, polar bears, ice rocks, walrus, and arches formed by ice were captured. The icy landscape freezed the atmosphere but yet in a pleasant way. The joy of the three penguins playing and jumping by Ralph Lee Hopkins, will make you smile. Hopkins also photographed the picture above.
Abe Ordover on the other hand had another attempt of capturing the landscape of the poles. He focused on the great sea arches formation, and the defined shapes that they make. One I especially liked was where the ice arc was coming out of the frame, breaking away from it. Over and over he showed the different blue shades the ice makes in his photographs such as Blue World and Blue Ice 613. He also had pictures of penguins. I was struck by a photograph titled "love", a close up image of two penguins. As I look at these photographs, I started to become a little bit jealous. Man, I wonder how it felt to be out there to take pictures of these magnificent animals of the poles. I wonder how the chilly wind felt on their cheeks, and even maybe at times of concentration the chilly weather is forgotten.
There were also two video installation in the exhibition. One was called Shot in the Antarctic by Allan Harley. I find video and photography as a medium that I will be willing to work with. Harley's shots of penguins are joyful to watch. A Colony of penguins seems to be there for one another. Penguins are considered birds that can't fly, but other birds won't be able to survive the cold weather of the Antarctica either.
This exhibition was inspiring. A lot of the pictures were up close, it gives you a chance to take a really good look at these wonderful creations. I remember I did a photography of ducks and geese. I wished I would have focused my camera lens more on them. My hope is to have a better camera someday. This makes me want to take more pictures.
World Volcanos
Art event 2
Location: San Diego Natural History Museum
Balboa Park, second floor
Date: February 23, 2008
After photographing some of the native plants around the Balboa Park area. We went to see some of the artworks on display inside the San Diego Natural Museum. They were having something else going that day called A Day in Pompeii, and it was pretty crowded. When we got to the second floor I can't help but notice some of the pictures on the wall. At first I noticed a colorful photograph by an artists name Stephen and Donna. As I got closer I realized that the houses on the picture were almost covered with the earth. It turned out that what I was looking at was an image of the aftermath of Mt. Unzen volcanic eruption. Then I realized that everything on this wall is about volcanic eruptions.
My husband and I kept on walking, then I came to a stop to look at an overwhelming grayish tone image. There it was one of the largest volcanic eruption in recent history the eruption of Mt. Pinatubo in the Philippines by Hoa Qui photography. Memories started filling my head. I left the Philippines as a young child in 1990, so I was not there to witness this natural disaster. However, I had many relatives who had witnessed the massiveness of this volcanic eruption. I remember their stories through the many phone calls about lahars (mud flows) flowing in our province, asses everywhere, darkness that lasted for days, and the lack of clean water.
When I visited our province back in the late 90s, I long for the green trees and grassy field that I saw playing in the street as a kid. Ridding in a yellow van my, older brother brought to pick us up from the airport, I could not quite recognized the places I was seeing looking out the window. There was an area called Bacaloor, where none of the houses were visible except for the roof top. All were buried underground by the lahar that had flowed in the village.
As we stopped in front of our old house, I could see the steps in front of our house where my I used to watch my dad crack the crabs to separate the meat from the shells were almost all buried with the dried out lahar. The camiato trees that we used to climbed up to get the fruits were also no longer there. However my sadness soon disappeared as I saw the many people in the street waving hi and smiling at us. They have heard of our arrival, and many got out of their houses to welcome us. Last time they had seen us we were so small, they were so glad to see us all grown up. Ha memories...next time we visit the Philippines I want to bring my daughter.
The images on this show were sure powerful. Mother nature is something you can't stop. It reminds you that not everything is within your control.
Location: San Diego Natural History Museum
Balboa Park, second floor
Date: February 23, 2008
After photographing some of the native plants around the Balboa Park area. We went to see some of the artworks on display inside the San Diego Natural Museum. They were having something else going that day called A Day in Pompeii, and it was pretty crowded. When we got to the second floor I can't help but notice some of the pictures on the wall. At first I noticed a colorful photograph by an artists name Stephen and Donna. As I got closer I realized that the houses on the picture were almost covered with the earth. It turned out that what I was looking at was an image of the aftermath of Mt. Unzen volcanic eruption. Then I realized that everything on this wall is about volcanic eruptions.
My husband and I kept on walking, then I came to a stop to look at an overwhelming grayish tone image. There it was one of the largest volcanic eruption in recent history the eruption of Mt. Pinatubo in the Philippines by Hoa Qui photography. Memories started filling my head. I left the Philippines as a young child in 1990, so I was not there to witness this natural disaster. However, I had many relatives who had witnessed the massiveness of this volcanic eruption. I remember their stories through the many phone calls about lahars (mud flows) flowing in our province, asses everywhere, darkness that lasted for days, and the lack of clean water.
When I visited our province back in the late 90s, I long for the green trees and grassy field that I saw playing in the street as a kid. Ridding in a yellow van my, older brother brought to pick us up from the airport, I could not quite recognized the places I was seeing looking out the window. There was an area called Bacaloor, where none of the houses were visible except for the roof top. All were buried underground by the lahar that had flowed in the village.
As we stopped in front of our old house, I could see the steps in front of our house where my I used to watch my dad crack the crabs to separate the meat from the shells were almost all buried with the dried out lahar. The camiato trees that we used to climbed up to get the fruits were also no longer there. However my sadness soon disappeared as I saw the many people in the street waving hi and smiling at us. They have heard of our arrival, and many got out of their houses to welcome us. Last time they had seen us we were so small, they were so glad to see us all grown up. Ha memories...next time we visit the Philippines I want to bring my daughter.
The images on this show were sure powerful. Mother nature is something you can't stop. It reminds you that not everything is within your control.
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