This is a really amazing post about Chalk Art!! 
You should read it and look at the pictures. There aren’t too many pictures, but it is still really nice. What do you think? Could we have a local street art festival? Maybe in the college parking lot?
via The Urchins
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So I have always been a fan of this artists very clean watercolors. Part of what draws me into their work is how they always manage to get lost in the colors and patterns of their work. This allows me to get lost as well, and I love that feeling. The way that I seek out little details like fish, swirls, gradients, twinkling stars, birds, pillows, pocky, or other slightly unexpected things in every painting by this artist makes me feel like a child playing hide and seek in a fantasy world of art. The unique style always catches my eye.
This image in particular entices me because the character looks void of emotion, if not a little irritated. The background though is so rich with color and feeling, it’s like a flood of happiness. I want to be listening to whatever song this character is listening to. I want a slice of this happiness! I feel it just seeing this painting. It is almost as if the character is creating her own escape from whatever problems she is dealing with. I can relate to that.
What does this image make you think of? Do you like the style? Do you think it is happy or sad? Are you able to lose yourself in images? Would you mind sharing those images, or one of them?
Here is another image by the same artist, that I also love.
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Contemplating art when it is somewhere other than a museum or gallery is something so important, but so few people actually do it. I even find myself slacking in this area from time to time, and before my History of Art classes I was even worse. I still loved looking at the art, but I wasn’t always letting it teach me something, or tell me a story.
I had no idea that art has been stripped of it’s moral-building and society-building status, since for me that is exactly what art is and will be. If it has, at least in some parts of the world, I am glad that they ignore it and still hang art, or display it if it is not something to be hung. I don’t think it has been stripped fully of that status. I mean, people are still so affected by art — half of the time, they don’t even REALIZE it. That is how powerful of a moral-building, society-building (especially), or potentially society/moral-crumbling tool art still is.
Either way, this piece of art is INCREDIBLE and you should definitely have a look. The article is interesting, and it made me think a little. Take a look!
In today’s Japan, the meaning of wabi sabi is often condensed to ″wisdom in natural simplicity.″ In art books, it is typically defined as ″flawed beauty.″ …
FLAWED BEAUTY. …
Wabi-sabi (侘寂?) represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience. …
The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is “imperfect, impermanent and incomplete”. …
Characteristics of the wabi-sabi aesthetic include asymmetry, asperity (roughness or irregularity), simplicity, economy, austerity, modesty, intimacy and appreciation of the ingenuous integrity of natural objects and processes. …
Simon Brown notes that wabi sabi describes a means where students can learn to live life through the senses and better engage in life as it happens rather than caught up in unnecessary thoughts. …
The idea being that being surrounded by natural, changing, unique objects helps us connect to our real world and escape potentially stressful distractions. …
These are some things that I pulled quickly from Wikipedia about Wabi-sabi. Ever since Eric introduced Wabi-sabi to the classroom when discussing his project, I haven’t been able to keep my mind off of it. I have already been spending time trying to live in a Wabi-sabi style, I just didn’t know what to call it. What sorts of things are Wabi-sabi in my opinion? For one, human beings are very Wabi-sabi. There is also a lot of Wabi-sabi art, particularly in pottery. I think my art is rather Wabi-sabi, but maybe that’s just another reflection of myself.
For a long time I struggled with perfectionism, and I am still fighting that battle sometimes. I don’t want to spend my life chasing this idea of perfection that I will never reach. This [perfect] plagues me, leaves me as an empty target for the world. Then I remember that I am beautiful, flawed maybe, but beautiful. I am wabi-sabi.
Here are some of my favorite results when I images searched wabi-sabi art on Google.
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I did not think that I could learn anything else from my project than I already have been (when am I going to figure out that I am always learning new things in so many different ways?). It turns out that presenting my project helped give me even more insight toward it. I am an emotional sort of person, and it has been very busy lately, so while I was presenting my project to the class I cried. I really did not think I would cry, but I did. There is something about opening up like that in a room full of people. People who don’t know enough about me to really embrace who I am, but also people who know enough about me that they could hurt me if they wanted to. That’s always the scariest part about relationships with people for me. I love meeting new people, being in large groups of strangers, and having one-on-one conversations with strangers or really close friends. Group or one-on-one conversations with people that I sort of know is a little intimidating for me.
I have to extend myself and allow myself to trust that they will not hurt me, even if I don’t know them as well as I would like to yet either. Everyone in this class has been amazing, and some of us are really building strong foundations for friendship, but we have only had a handful of opportunities to get to know each other personally. Each of you are so incredible in your own ways, and sometimes I feel like you allow me to see these glimpses of WHO YOU ARE. I don’t just mean “oh, this person likes the color green,” — I mean, “this person believes anything is possible” or “this person loves to help others” or “this person is embracing imperfection.”
Yesterday I learned that absolutely none of you are the sort of people who would kick someone while they’re down, when you know they’re down. You might be up for a fight, some of you, but you would fight fair to the best of your knowledge and ability.
I was a little upset that I cried my face paint off. ;P
Thank you for letting me be a blubbering fool in front of you all. Thank you for not laughing at me.
