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Monday, March 24, 2014
March Madness / Midterm update
Hello Readers
Like every semester, life gets real hectic during this gust of spring (kinda..since it's still snowing here in Chicago!) and during Mid-terms
This is the second time I had to up and move last minute notice half way through my semester while taking a full load so I guess this time I was prepared. But getting strep throat and eye infection through a hex in my course work. I am still perservering.
I am posting a project I made in my Jewelry/ Metalmaking class called "Mae"
it is a montage of memory dedicated to my grandmother, and uses vintage photographs of my Grandmother Mae Halligan, myself (age 17) and the "Heart of Darkness" eye which is a nod to Joseph Conrad.
Mixed Media (cigar box, photos, copper)
8" x 8"
"MAE"
So, the clamp was still on during this photo but it turned out really nifty :)
this was my first time etching metal !
I am really loving expanding my art practices and enjoying my courses this Spring--
Bests,
Anna
Like every semester, life gets real hectic during this gust of spring (kinda..since it's still snowing here in Chicago!) and during Mid-terms
This is the second time I had to up and move last minute notice half way through my semester while taking a full load so I guess this time I was prepared. But getting strep throat and eye infection through a hex in my course work. I am still perservering.
I am posting a project I made in my Jewelry/ Metalmaking class called "Mae"
it is a montage of memory dedicated to my grandmother, and uses vintage photographs of my Grandmother Mae Halligan, myself (age 17) and the "Heart of Darkness" eye which is a nod to Joseph Conrad.
Mixed Media (cigar box, photos, copper)
8" x 8"
"MAE"
So, the clamp was still on during this photo but it turned out really nifty :)
this was my first time etching metal !
I am really loving expanding my art practices and enjoying my courses this Spring--
Bests,
Anna
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Behance (Coming Soon !!!)
Okay, so my tumblr
http://www.agkevlar.tumblr.com/
is really decrepit. I am working on a Behance Art Portfolio/ Profile
my vision is to have this my tablet as a Digital Portfolio before I graduate.
Right now I am taking
Cartooning
Art History 1350-1700 (Renaissance ...yessss)
Metalmaking/ Jewelry
& Short Story w/ Tetlow
I am really having a great time this semester and will be posting more work the first week of April !
Bests,
Anna
* Thanks for Reading ! *
www.behance.net/annagmoore
http://www.agkevlar.tumblr.com/
is really decrepit. I am working on a Behance Art Portfolio/ Profile
my vision is to have this my tablet as a Digital Portfolio before I graduate.
Right now I am taking
Cartooning
Art History 1350-1700 (Renaissance ...yessss)
Metalmaking/ Jewelry
& Short Story w/ Tetlow
I am really having a great time this semester and will be posting more work the first week of April !
Bests,
Anna
* Thanks for Reading ! *
www.behance.net/annagmoore
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Creative Writing pt 1
Tropic of Capricorn
A Winter Poem
Many Midwesterners know
not to go outdoors
without thick thermal underclothes
and working men employed outdoors
layer Carhartt jackets over their long johns
during the tropic of Capricorn.
Woven scarves cover up crimson cheeks
and an Eskimo kiss can burn.
The concrete fiercens and car engines moan,
we are left watching football while teakettles warm.
Ethnography (continued)
Expanding
a research paper that I completed last semester, I would like to apply
Ethnography to the idea of language death and restoration. Specifically, in
Chicago there is a contemporary movement to revive Native American tribal
languages such as Ojibwa language. Last fall, I attended a screening of an
independent film called, “We Still Live Here” about a woman who revived the
Wampanoag language in Massachusetts after the language
had died during colonialism and hadn’t been spoken in centuries. I find language
revitalization fascinating. I believe it is an important issue to preserve
diversity and culture.
METHODOLOGY
To
further this topic, I am going to investigate how participants in Chicago are
reviving tribal languages. There are three areas in Chicago that are settings
for American Indian education: The American Indian Association, the American
Indian Center, and the Newberry Research Library’s Center for Native Studies. I
plan on visiting each location and detailing the efforts that are evolving to
record the mostly oral languages and the resources available for other people
who are interested in preserving old languages.
ETHICAL
CONCERNS
The
main ethical concern is investigating Native American languages without
exploitation of the American Indian people. Due to extreme marginalization, the
populations of Native Americans seem to be skeptical of becoming spectacles or
exploited.
No Longer in Use
By Anna Moore
I.
We did not use our brains, we used our posture.
We seldom wore shoes or socks.
We did not use doors, we were imprisoned.
They did not use tongs to serve dinner rolls. Instead,
their unwashed, bare hands.
They even used prods and empty threats.
They created their own jargon. It sufficed.
II.
We will not try our luck.
Instead, we hide our mistrust.
There is no courtesy any longer.
And we all shy away from strategy.
III.
The soldiers did not use their guns.
The prisoners did not use their lamps.
IV.
We read magazines and called ourselves enlightened.
And the others around us never used their book of matches.
(spring semester, 2011)
I guess winter days does provide a lot of good writing fodder. It's been a polar vortex heaven all season !!
Monday, December 23, 2013
Persona Poems : "Before you Wet the Ink"
Writing from a view point other than one's own .
-
From the Battle of Leipzig, 1813October windblocked by this uniform,a war’s apron, the patchworkand bandages are tearing away.I am following the brigandagebattling into Franceand barricades falter away.Other soldier menbackbones of campaignsbecome undone and their beckoningfades away. Theend, the celebration badesa necessary exile.I am a battler.Who will never visitElba islandacross the Mediterranean.Yet, Iwave goodbye as I hearand break intoa grin that spreads an arm’s length wideall becauseNapolean is sent away there.
- Some A Time (1-5)
(First)
I remember when paper calendars hung upon tacks that got pressed into plaster
with pointer fingers and thumbs & when the months turned with a swoosh of paper
noise (Second) on a cold St. Valentine’s Day, my Betty Grabel and Catwoman warped into one
took me to
Niagara Falls, NY
in her Subaru Outback the color of stew. When we checked
in to the Seneca Hotel, concierges waved us on, housekeepers knocked on door like Stanley Roper and both of us declined the touristy tours & walked along worn trails in Hyde
Park. (Third) In the mornings, I stared directly into her eyeglasses like the
faces from the House of Wax did & (Fourth) on our trip back we saw a
funeral procession go by waving American flags. And while we drove back home to
Ann Arbor, Michigan with steaming cappuccinos in our cup holders she used a (Fifth)
GPS signal on the dashboard.
& As soon as I returned my mother still wearing her
hair in curlers dug at me asking, “Did you propose?”
Not
yet, I replied as vulnerable as the barrel from that movie with Marilyn Monroe.
- Here's an example from 2009, when I wrote from a Classic Mustang's voice.
Before
you Wet the Ink
Anna
G. Moore
I wasn’t pedastled in
a one-car garage for 41 years
and turtle-waxed mirrored
weekly, to be weened from
premium octane
and paralled against
spilled-hell, Maple-treed concrete
on Bratley Lane
while pretend
playboy woos an opaque minded
minx,
who yesterweek left a wet
trademark
on my unwelcoming cheek
while
Smokescreen pointed me towards
a double
I-almost-lost-my-tune-up
feature
and branded me with a
stereo-type speaker;
I won’t be pigeonholed
by Mrs. O’Toole’s drivers-ed flunkee
turn
blank-check-heir;
could charade upon my
bumpertails,
alter hand-me-down
to a red-light district,
and forget to turn off my own
precinct
to recharge me with stenched
testosterone while making
Grease-
lightning faces in my
own showroom; vrooms a
pistachio-shell
even where Doughboy can’t reach
checker-pawn torpor red-ribbon
horsepower for a fantasy
parade.
I’ll take driveway death,
become junkyard renegade,
before I’m willed to
a pimple-faced pubescent’s
masquerade.
I'm going to post my most recent Persona poems from Amy England's class later.
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