The BUS--Nate

Taking the bus was an interesting experience. Luckily the bus wasn't too packed with people when I went. I decided to go for only short bus ride. I took it from Provo to Orem. I went shopping and went back home. One of the things I learned was patience. I couldn't just hop in my car and go when I wanted to, but I had to wait for the bus to arrive according to its schedule. There was an older looking lady who looked like she lived a humble life. She looked tired--like she had been walking every where that day. She looked grateful for a ride. I didn't really talk to her, but I did smile. It made me grateful for owning a car. I like to get places fast, so I don't know if I will take the bus again. But I did learn some patience and to be more grateful. Once thing I did like is that I could do homework the whole time. So the ride was actually pretty beneficial and efficient.

Here's the pic of my art assignment

Trash... Rut exercise #7. Frank

So....I was digging through my trash can and I saw a lot of things that I could make but then I remembered that I had to give my amazing trash art to somebody. That was the part I was worried about most was giving my "art" to somebody. So I decided to make something for a baby in my ward.  It was something that could be torn apart by a babies hand but wouldn't harm them either.
The picture is basically a bunch of plastic pieces put together to make a silly face. the pieces were glued down with non-toxic glue. The eyes are made of cupcake holder wrappers and the nose is made of a plastic lemonade packet. The mouth is made of an old cloth that was used as a decoration on a mason jar. It was all glued down on a paper towel.

When i gave the "art" to the family they were a little taken back like what the freak is this thing but they took as a joke and we had a few good laughs.

This assignment made me pretty observant of what was in my trash can and how I could use it to make something out of it. It really has shown me how much I waste that can be used for other things.

I remember one time I saw a family use shower curtain rings as a toy for a toddler like a key ring. I thought that was so clever and resourceful. I hope that I can be that clever and frugal to come up with those types of ways to keep my future children entertained.

Here is a picture of the baby toy.

Get out of your Rut #7 Olivia Clyde

If you want to see the world through a different lens, then take a ride somewhere on a UTA bus. Tells us what the experience was like, what is one new thing you learned while riding the bus? (Take pictures if you want) Please respond to these questions on the blog by creating a blog post. Also, you must comment on at least 5 of your classmates posts. (please put your name alongside the title of your post under “title”)

Taking the bus was indeed, a new experience. It's not often that I use public transport, since an old-fashioned car can suffice here for most of my travel needs. It's not often that I get to experience life in a moving room with perfect strangers. I decided to head to the front, because that's where all the action is. It's the perfect spot for getting the most people-packed view. Granted, it's more likely that everyone will be staring directly at YOU as long as you're facing them. That's the peculiar thing about people--we fascinate eachother and staring is contagious. 

There was an older, possibly on the crazy side man, trying to give some passengers a run, or ride, for their money. He continued to pose to them questions that were intrusive and overbearing, and they did their best to ignore him. I was touched to finally see a woman lean in and stick it to the man, when all seh had been was an innocent bystander. It certainly made the man swallow his tongue-- and the people that he had been bothering were prompt in their exit. Whether or not they evacuated a few stops early is still a mystery to me. Funny how you simply can't get that experience when riding lone.

People would board, exit, board, exit. They respected the bus driver and his rules. No one dare go over the line, entering his territory. It's nice to observe people taking in the world, whether on their iPads or through the UTA windows. Some sleep, absentmindedly, and probably deservedly since their days are undoubtly no less stressful than mine.

I thought it was a marvelous opportunity to get acquainted, albeit small, with the human race. Think I'll catch a ride more often. 

Painting Rut

Finally I can put this up. I left my painting in SLC after we presented in class because I had to go directly from class last week and I had to switch bags once I was down there.

So for this painting I chose this character because I wanted to paint something at least a little bit easy to look at so I hid behind humor. It might be making grand assumptions to assume that the work is funny, but I think it is so hopefully that counts for something. Painting was super fun. I've been kind of working non stop on my portfolio and doing this was super therapeutic. 

Song Lyrics Rut - Gabe McFadden

Here are my lyrics. I kind of made it a gag song because I struggle to write regular music. From this I learned that I still don't like writing songs. My sister is a singer/songwriter and has enlisted my help because I am a self proclaimed writer and I have never enjoyed it before. This was no different. I love writing, but I am just supremely uninterested in songwriting. I have a weird block about original music. Very rarely have I heard good "original music" from a non signed musician and I fear being lumped with those whose talent I don't admire.

I am a classically trained violinist and I have also never really written my own melodies. I think my biggest block isn't talent or not understanding music theory, it's just I really don't like doing it.

Without further ado:

Beneath the waves, she mopes and whines and cries.

She yearns for grass and hills and clear blue skies.

The Princess hates the fauna that abounds.

She’s blinded to the beauty that surrounds.

She swims in search for ways to sate her drive,

when fin’ly to the Sea Witch she arrived.

“I’ll give you legs and lungs and grace my sweet,

just trade your voice and tail and gills for feet.”

Controlled by want she hastily agreed.

For her tail and voice her dream they would impede.

A waving wand, a flash of light, a sting-

a dream fulfilled, a change the spell did bring.

She kicked and stoked, ‘neath waves she flailed around,   

without her gills the princess slowly drowned.

With her last thoughts before she passed away,

She realized now the error of her way.

Ungrateful girl floats slowly to the shore,

At last she gets the skies that she wished for.

 

Get out of your rut #5

Songwriting

Post the lyrics on your blog entry-also, what did you learn from this creative exercise? What creative muscles were most used? 

Sweet Baby Jane

"I remember the da you came, it was a noon in June
The end of the waiting game, fun time comin' soon
I said nothing but "hi," you did nothin' but cry,
That's ok, you were my Sweet Baby Jane

(Chorus)
Now we won't own up that she's grown,
Cuz she'll be on her way,
She take the stress out of the mess, how could I ever say "goodbye?"
Come on, Janie, stay-stay-stay!

To my rescue she came, when I stepped off teh plane,
Taller- Sweeter- But forever "Jane, the Pain,"
We laughed, learned, and cried, enjoyed the summer ride
You were there for me, my Sweet Baby Jane

(Chorus)
Now we won't own up that she's grown,
Cuz she'll be on her way,
She take the stress out of the mess, how could I ever say "goodbye?"
Come on, Janie, stay-stay-stay!

The guys and all their drama, think it's time for a walk
Oh wait I'm dressed like a boy, that bunny's 'bout to stalk-
Mamma's sittin' the kitchen, sure to give us a lickin'
But bring it on------- I'll blame sweet Baby Jane.

(Chorus)
Now we won't own up that she's grown,
Cuz she'll be on her way,
She take the stress out of the meess, how could I ever say "goodbye?"
Come on, Janie, stay-stay-stay!

1. This exercise taught me that it definitely takes some thought to dive in to something that is meaningful enough to someone that they would sit down and write a song about it! I sat there for a while trying to decide what mattered most to me that I would do such a thing .

2. Creative muscles that were most used were certainly thinking of a rhythm and MELODY as I composed the lyrics. I've always been one to write poetry, not meter or anything regarding music. This was defintiely pushing some new limits, and a wonderful experience. I'm excited to sit down and hammer this out at the piano---as well as share it with my wonderful sister who is soon to leave on her mission...... she and I became best friends this summer after I got back from mine, and I was so glad for the chance to make a tribute to her.

Rut...ROCK N ROLL!

So honestly...this has been my favorite rut assignment so far. I really enjoyed coming up with creative words and ways to describe something. This song is based off of a book called the scorch trials. I really have no idea how I came up with the idea but it just started happening and I tweaked it and worked with it and came up with a song story. I learned that I really do like writing and if I could apply to both art direction and copy, I would. I really liked this because it made me think of how can I make rhyming sentences and words work together to tell a story about a book. It definitely got my creative juices flowing. Enjoy!

Rock and Roll Fantasies.

THE SCORCH.

(Verse  1)

My life is a constant entrapment of lies that twist and tangle and beguile.

I cringe in the blaze and wonder and ponder if my life is really worthwhile.

(MUSIC SCORE)

It often may seem in this world that we live like you’re nothing but just getting old.

There are kids in the world that work very hard and for pennies and nickels are sold.

Chorus:

Life is a game

Life isn’t fair

Life isn’t true

When you’ve got the flare.

But I’m gonna die

Please don’t get near

The people that rule.

Put things in your ear.

The cranks and the shanks who will tear you apart are the ones that we all must avoid.

Don’t trust the women who’ll stab you in the back and make sure your life is destroyed.

(MUSIC SCORE)

The voice in my head tells me I used to be kind and I signed up for this years before.

“Wicked is good” and inked on my neck “That I must be killed by group 4.”

(CHORUS)

(BRIDGE)

The cure does exist, or so they say.

But were smart and immune and must always obey

“Take it out!” I proclaim, “Take it out right away!”

I will not be molded like some piece of clay.

(CHORUS)

Rut Exercise #6

How did you feel as you were doing this project? How did you choose the subject matter of your painting?

I wanted to make something that involved precision. I decided that I would take painters tape to create the lines and the main triangle in the middle. 
I felt like I was in High School again working on a piece for class. It felt kind of nostalgic. 
I was painting a GEOLOGY art work. The different lines represent different layers of rock and then the blue and orange paint represents the fault lines. The black, yellow, purple, and green lines are all old rock layers and the orange and blue lines are newer rock formations that have cut through the old layers of rocks. I call this piece "When We Were Young." 

ENJOY!!!!!!

Rut #6 Art

How did you feel as you were doing this project? How did you choose the subject matter of your painting?

It felt freeing. I can't believe I've waited this long to explore watercolor. Of course there's been the typical exposure to it in elementary school-- but this is different and new. It's a vastly differently medium than say crayons or markers. I felt like my imagination kind of expanded right then and there as I mixed primary colors to make new magnificent ones. There didn't seem to be enough room on the cardboard for my next invention of hue. 

I felt resentment, that I don't get out much. I regretted my confinement to the same two or three blocks that I walk or run on a daily basis, and longed to be out in the open more. When that does happen, few things compare with nature's proximity. I gush when I catch a glimpse of a few stars here at night! 

I chose it because my favorite color happens to be orange. It just was kind of how the painting started--- with the top layer, that proved to be a sunset I'd hope to see when finding myself alone. Pretty soon the landscape followed suit, until eventually my favorite part--- the meadow flowers. I used the bottom of my paintbrush, the handle, for the small weed-like effect. 

Anyway, I plan on trekking out there really soon. Come with? Haha, I really enjoyed the project and hope to employ water color more frequently for personal pleasure!