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How I developed as an artiist.
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INTO THE LION’S DEN:
Into the Lion’s Den:
How I developed as an artist.
Randilynn N. Mitchell
University of Florida
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I was seven years old and after I finished a beautiful, red flower drawing I
rushed into the kitchen, where my mother was baking a cake, to show it to her. She
glanced up and said “Uh-huh” and then continued working. I was instantly
disappointed that she did not stop to see all the elements of my picture. I sadly
walked back to our living room, put my drawing materials away, and turned on the
television. The people around me easily influenced my development as a child and
later as an artist. While not all of my encounters were positive, there were enough
people in my life that helped me along.
It was the summer of 1989 and I could hear a sizzling sound coming from my
Grandmothers kitchen as my brother and I entered through her front door. We both
looked at each other with excitement hoping that she was cooking her famous
pancakes for the first day of our summer vacation. We were instantly disappointed
once we looked inside the skillet seeing an off-white goop,
that smelled like pancakes. My brother, Travis, quickly went
to the living room and began watching cartoons on her
1970’s television. I, however, remained by her side since I
was desperately curious to see what she was making. I watched her as she added
blue food coloring to the off-white goop. The blue swirled together with the goop as
she quickly stirred it together. My curiosity, getting the best of me, I finally asked
her, “Grandma, what is that?” She replied, “It is homemade play-dough for you and
Travis to play with outside today”. Being a seven, almost eight, year old girl I began
excitedly jumping up and down inside the kitchen because I was going to play with
play-dough. I said, “Grandma, can you make a whole bunch of different colors for
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us?” She sweetly replied, “ I will make you four colors; blue, green, yellow, and red.
Then you can mix them together to make other colors.”
My excitement instantly turned to frustration because I
did not know how to mix colors together. She saw the
frustrated look upon my cute, little face and said, “Not to
worry sweetie, just experiment with the colors and if you
make a mistake I will make you more dough.” I was now relieved and my excitement
returned as she continued to cook the remainder of the play-doh. Travis and I took
the warm, salty doh outside, placed it on our wooden play table, and began
experimenting and creating various types of little sculptures. As we played with the
dough, we were constantly talking to one another about our creations. “Hey Trav,
look at my flower! Isn’t it funny looking?” and he replied with laughter, “That is the
funniest flower ever! Check out the car I made”. My brother and I often found
ourselves talking and sharing ideas as we created art together.
Play-dough was not the only artistic materials we had
at my Grandmothers house. She often had Lite Brites,
Tupperware Snapics, coloring books, and crayons for Travis
and I to play with and develop artistically. One
afternoon while my brother and I sat at her round table coloring in an
old, faded coloring book I paused to ask my Grandmother if she would
like to color too. She immediately stopped cleaning her kitchen and sat
down beside me and began to color. I was very excited that she
instantly stopped what she was doing to join us. As she was coloring, I
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suddenly became so entranced by how she outlined the picture and layered her
crayons that I lost interest in my own picture. I said, “Can you show me how you
color so good?” She says “sure” and began to show me her process of outline and
layering. She told me that it is important to layer the crayons because it will make
the texture of the picture look and feel softer. My Grandmothers talent was not
limited to crayons; she also knew how to draw faces. Once she saw that I had an
interest in learning how to draw, she began showing me her techniques for drawing
faces and coloring them. All summer she would often join my brother and I in our
active play while we created different types of art pieces. As we finished our art
pieces, she would give us great praises and attention. She hung the pictures up on
her refrigerator until they fell apart. Then as the summer came to an end, I felt a
little sad because I wanted to stay with my Grandmother and color.
After such a wonderful artistic summer with my Grandmother it was difficult
to return to my school art class and create school art. I enjoyed my summer of free
artistic experimentation and development so much that returning to my restrictive,
art class made me feel very sad. I was sitting in a new class and my teacher, Mrs.
McGuire told our class that because we could not color like she did with markers
then they were not allowed in her classroom. I was hurt that I could not use markers
just because I could not color like her. This moment turned me off to school art
almost entirely and from that point on I really only went through the motions in art
class just so I could pass. I tried to get back into art four years after Mrs. McGuire’s
rant on markers. However the atmosphere of the art class just hindered me further.
A girl, Christina would say, “My picture is better than yours! Hey guys, look how bad
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Nicole’s drawing is”. Then the class would proceed to laugh at my pictures. My
teacher did nothing to stop the students from picking at me. It was this very long
nine week class in seventh grade that caused me to not step foot inside an art class
until I was twenty-five and in college.
A woman named Barbara Tuner encouraged me to get an art degree at
Williams Baptist College. Approaching her office one summer afternoon, I saw a
painting behind her desk. The painting looked like a Georgia O’Keefe art piece. As I
sat down I asked, “Who painted that flower?” She replied, “an art students on
campus.” I was a little confused because I did not realize this small Christian college
had an art program. I said to her, “ I really like to draw!” and she replied, “then you
should get a studio art degree.” I told her that I did not think I was a very talented
because I did not take high school art. She says, “Not to worry, the professors here
can help you develop your artistic voice, even if you are new to art.” I became
excited and signed up for a studio art degree.
The first studio classes that I signed up for were in the fall of 2006; Drawing I
and Design I. I was so frightened as I entered the drawing room that I almost bolted
for the hallway. Luckily, my professor, Dr. David Midkiff entered the classroom
before I had time to jump ship. As he went over our syllabus and supply list, my
already panicked nerves only got worse. I had no idea what most of the supplies
where. “What the heck is charcoal?” I told myself. I knew right then I was in over my
head.
A few days later he was demonstrating to the class how to draw with
permanent markers. I was severally alarmed since I love to use erasers. When we
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asked him why we could not use pencils he replied with, “the first thing you need to
learn to do is be committed to a line
before you draw it. This means
observing carefully and paying close
attention to your drawing”. When I first
attempted to draw with the markers I
messed up and got frustrated. As left the
class that day, I was so discouraged that
I wanted to quit. My husband told me,
“You are a good artist. You just need to keep practicing”. I was so happy that he
thought I was a good artist. I smiled, kissed him on the cheek, and went back to the
studio and began practicing. After many, many, many hours of practice I finally was
able to become committed to my lines and learn how to draw without an eraser. It
was over Thanksgiving break that I created the piece titled “Harrison Road”. Once I
returned to class after our break, it was time for our class critique. Nervously
standing in front of my classmates I explained my artwork. While this was not my
first critique I worried how everyone would react to my art piece since this was the
first time I chose my subject matter. I was telling myself, “What do I do if they don’t
like it?” My classmates were gentle during the critique; “the shadows under the
trees are great; nice job”, “maybe more texture on the trees next time”, and “the
picture draws you inward”. A since of relief passed over my face as I walked slowly
back to my seat. After this critique I still did not realize how much other people
were influencing me artistically. Therefore, I continued blindly with my degree.
Harrison Road: Ink on Paper; Fall 2006
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The next year, I signed up for a painting class with Mrs. Gima Mickey. She did
not provide any type of instruction as we set up our easels outdoors on a cool
September morning. Once everyone was settled she said, “Choose one color of oil
paint. Then with that one color and mineral spirits I want you create a landscape
scene”. I thought, “What! I have never painted before and she is just going to toss me
into the lion’s den and leave me?” While I begin choosing my
color, she was walking over to each student and explaining some
basic techniques to painting. When she came over to me, she
explained the techniques, and said, “You can always draw on the
canvas first if you are apprehensive about using the paint”.
“Thank you,” I said since I actually was apprehensive. So I took
out my pencil and drew my picture. Several of my classmates
immediately started painting. I felt sad because I thought I was
somehow artistically retarded since I
did not have a good art background.
Once my painting was finished, our class critiqued the
completed works, and as we did this, I began to realize
that even though I did not take high school art, my
artwork was not too different from my classmates. I told
myself, “Hmm, maybe I did not miss anything by not
taking high school art. Did I develop some on my own?”
I had several professors at Williams, inside and
outside the art program that encouraged me to continue to develop, experiment,
Going Green: Oil on Canvas; Fall 2007
Phantom of the Little Killer; Oil on Canvas; Fall 2007
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and push myself artistically. However, the culture of a Christian school can
sometimes limit the subject matter artists can produce for an art show. I was quite
frustrated about the limitations my school culture put on me. Although, I tried my
best to shake things up a bit with pieces like, the “Adam and Eve Barbie Set” and
“Phantom of the Little Killer”. However, I did not succeed in changing anyone’s
mind. So sadly, I resolved into doing nature for my senior exhibition. It was at this
time I began to understand how people influenced my art.
While others still have an influence on my art today, I am trying to break free
from that confinement by experimenting with new techniques
and ideas, including creating art pieces on my Ipad. However, I
still remember the artistic guidelines, influences, and
developments that I learned from my school. I recall such things
as; be committed to your line, use the whole paper, feel free to
experiment, express yourself artistically, and artwork must work
cohesively. I still have trouble creating art because I feel
artistically hindered since I gave up on art earlier in life. While
my artistic development was mostly based on the persuasion of
others, I was also able to progress some naturally. It was later in
life that several individuals taught me techniques, ideas, and theories that helped me
develop further.
Night Owl: Painted on Ipad via ArtRage; Spring 2012
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