Faking old photographies

So this time, it is all about photoshop! I won't say I'm a master - not at all!- but I've gotten a lot better - A LOT!- since my first try! And for some reason, I found this task not only easy and simple to understand and do, I managed to do it four times! I believe I'm making some real progress here!

The task goes like this; take oen of your own photographies and follow a "recipe" to make it look like it's from the 1800th century - back when the objects that were photographed had to stay still for the massive amount of 15 minutes, give or take.

Aaaand this is what I ended up with; 

Art gallery

So today my class went to a local art gallery, where three local artists and one non-local artist were featured. Some of the paitings and drawings were quite boring and not my style, like, I could've done some of them with ease, but hey, art is art, if the one making it feels it's art, right?¨

Anyways! Of course, as always when you  go to  anything with your class, we were given a task to go with our little trip; we had to pick out an art piece we liked, and we had to analyze it.
I chose "Timelapse" by Olav Tokerud. He's one of the artists who's from here, and he was the one with most paintings at the gallery I believe. I don't really know when it was made, but I guess recently. Sooo, here we go, I guess;

Denotation;

I can see a lot of googly eyes - cartoon style- that forms some sort of pattern. I can see colourful teardrop shaped thingies, a couple of planets up in the right corner, randomized numbers up in the left corner and an umbrella/ribbon thingy thing in the middle of them. There's A LOT of galaxy like pattern everywhere, and fairydust like lines that go all across the painting. I can see a star below the planets, and a couple more stars up in the left corner.

When it comes to composition, the piece is painted on a rectangle-shaped, flat canvas. It has got strong, "popping" colours, with white and black details here and there. There's a lot of lines in it, too many to count actually, but the main lines - the ones that part the artpiece in different "areas"- has got to be the ghostly, white line that starts down in the left corner, and then moves out to all over the artpiece.

connotation;

For me, the piece talks about that time is all we've really got, and that we need to decide what to do with it ourselves, no matter how many eyes we've got staring at us. (I think the black drop-like lines in the middle of it looks like stairs or a road made out of googly cartoon eyes) I wonder if he was inspired by Tolkiens saying; "All we've got to decide, is what to do with the time that is given to us"....I think the galaxy background is there to illustrate how many choices we've got; that we've got an entire universe of choices to choose from. For me, the white lines represent a person, who don't know what to choose, people stare, and the person goes here and there, trying out new things, yet he/she can't decide. The clock is ticking, and he/she has got to make a choice, so it falls on the way straight up, 'cause thatæs where you can se a lot of other lines have already gone...I feel like it tells the story of a person who chose the normal, boring road that a lot of others have taken, yet there were rainbows on both of the other sides that the person could've chosen. (rainbow = exciting life, unusual choice)

My utlimate choice of what it says, is this; you can go the ordinary way, straight ahead, or you can dare to look for the rainbow sparks, and chose the way that's right for you - not care about that you're stared at, just think about you, and do not care about time - it's never too late before you decide that it is.

Whooa...I'm deep! I'm deep you guys....

My teachers wanted me to tell you about this article

http://www.aftenposten.no/meninger/debatt/Er-vi-visuelle-analfabeter-6981119.html#.VQA6DPZBMuZ.facebook

This is a link to an article about the topic; "are we visually illiterate?" It talks about that we have got countless hours of language classes, but almost no classes about how to read and understand the images and pictures we surround ourselves with, every single day - and I get that. I see what they're trying to say.
Though the thing is; I find the art classes in the norwegian school extremely boring! Often it's the teacher, in my case, who's the boring one, or just plain mean actually.
And of course we learn to read and write more than we learn to see how an image is built up; everyone can see - it's a sense- but not everyone can read, none can without learning it! Reading is not a sense, we need to practise to know how to do it, but to look at a picture and get some sort of message out of it - all that takes, is eyes that work properly.

The article also says that it's easy to misunderstand images, if we don't know how to analyze them properly, but in my opinion, every person is different - every image is different - and every opinion and thought is different. No one will ever EVER understand anything in the exact same way; not books, not drawings, not poems, not articles - no nothing! I get that an image, like an art photography, has a specific meaning and so on, but hey, shouldn't ut be up to the one who looks at it, how they understand it?

Another point may be that we don't even get the chance to learn how to read images; but if you so badly want to learn it, then take classes, or even better; get yourself an education in it! Then you'll know how to read images like a badass!

My point is; I get what the article is saying, and I kind of agree, but I don't see at as a problem or that important really, just - if people would like to know, they can!

Pop art

Now, I know I've posted this before, but this time it's not one, but FOUR pop art portaits! The frist three are in the same style, and the last one was an expriment; just simply something I wanted to try out.

The first is the one I've posted already; of my boyfriends little sister.

The second one is of his little brother, who's only five. (His mother said it was okay to post this of course)

Aaand this is my boyfriend; Simo. 

The last one is of me....biting on a rubberband....'cause my bestie took the photo when I wanted to see how far I could pull the band before it broke....I'm weird okay?

Enjoy the Irony!

Who am I?

That's a question that often pops into my head - and I never truly have any clear answer that can put an end to it. I know myself pretty well actually, I'm not some girl that changes her style very other week because I cannot decide what I want to look like (I simply just pick out what I like and what's comfortable, don't really care about "style", I am my own style) - that's not the problem here.

No - the problem is my life. It's a little messy and has got it's flaws an all (like everybody elses) and that's how it's supposted to be when you're sixteen, right? 

The problem with my life, however, is that I don't know what to do with it! I know I'm incredibly lucky to be born in Norway and all that, and as Tolkien said so awesomely; "All we have to decide is what to do with the time that's given to us" - and that bugs me like crazy! ' Cause I cannot decide, Tolkien! I just can't! (Don't get me wrong here; LOVE Tolkien, the man was a genius of his own kind) He's so right, so so so so horribly right, and it stresses me, to know that for every day, every hour, minute - even second, I lurk closer to no longer having the time to decide weather I wanna be this or that - I'm terribly afraid of that moment, when I simply have to choose. 

I picture myself, at my own graduation, listening to teachers' speeches about how life got to move on, and how we'll find ourselves and live happy and have nice jobs and so on and so on; I picture myself, sitting there, my heart skipping beats every other second, my throat all lumpy and my knees shaky. Because all I will be able to think of, in that very moment, is what a failure I will become if I cannot decide - right there and then. And I won't be able. I will just give up, choose something I'm not even sure I want to do, and then work as it for the rest of my life; misserable and unhappy. 

And that won't only affect me; i know that if I'm not happy with myself and what I do, I become all grumpy and really hard to deal with - and if was to be like that, for the rest of my life, I'm pretty sure my boyfriend would grow tired of me, though he loves me so so much, after some time, anybody would've given up on me. Anybody.

The reason why I cannot decide? I have simply too many interests and things I like and stuff I'm good at - or talents if you wanna call it that (some more than others of course....just realised that sounds preeetty douchey...); I simply have too many posibilities. I wish I had some sort of fairy god mother or a little daimond on my shoulder (like in the golden compass) that could help me. I believe mine would've been an owl or something - a small one  like a pearl owl - sitting there half alseep at daytime, partly hiding underneeth my hair and whispering wise words and advices in my ear. (My right ear, since I write with my left hand, I wouldn't have wanted my cute, little owl to be crushed between my shoulder and my head when I lean down to write something.)

I'm going to give you guys some examples; I would've LOVED to be a musician (singer & songwriter, in a band, something like that) but I just can't choose that path - 'cause what if I don't make it? What if I make it and regret it? What about my private life? (not that I care too much about that though) and what about the private life of my loved ones?...I wish I had a magic mirror that could've showed me what my life would've been like, if I was to be a musician - that would've been awesome! Without something like that, I'll never know what's waiting for me, and that's kind of scary. I wish for that magic mirror more than anything else right now...and a hug - I need a hug too.

I guess the future will show, and in a year or two I sure hope I've made up my mind, but who knows? Maybe I'll all of a sudden just get some sort of sign - perhaps already next week - and then I'll just know - now THAT would've been awesome!

Popping Art

Another project; rather tiny, this one. It was only ment as practising making pop art portaits, out of photographies in photoshop, so I don't get a grade for this one.

This is the only one I'm done with yet, but I'm making more of them. The portait is of my boyfriends sister; Teodora. Her hair is brown in reality, but she loved it in purple though!

Info in graphs...About me!

The task this time, was to make an infographic chart about ourselves. I was SO lost and literally had no clue what I was going to present. I didn't really want have myself as the theme, 'cause I thought of some many other, much more exciting things to make it about; like music, a famous and important person (there's a HUGE difference when it comes to being famous and important; just because someone is famous doesn't mean they're important) like Nelson Mandela. But it is what it is, and I tried my best to make something nice out of it.

And this, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS that nice something!
Enjoy; the Irony!