After sleeping a restless 5 hrs in the past 72 hrs and being in a constant state of stress for the past 2 weeks, I’m a little worn to say the least. So at work, a random coworker, unknowledgable about my life, with the sole intention of making me happy, gave me these sunflowers which he knew I have been eyeing for weeks. But to give them to me today was all God’s work. I’m sure of it. This made my week. #nofilter #Godisgood #sunflowers #publix
I designed these shoes with a unique goal in mind: to create a shoe as a summation of an entire culture’s art. Each shoe possesses design qualities, color palettes, and designs only found in the respective culture. This project allowed me to investigate art historical cultures in a special way by challenging myself to translate an entire style (or series of styles) onto a single object.
Conveniently, I was able to use these designs as the concentration section of my AP Studio Art portfolio and received a score of a 5!
I possess full federal copyright of these designs.
180 Billion Candles, Pretty in Dura-Armor, St. Alderaan’s Fire, The Oolas, Fast Times at Jabba’s Palace, Can’t Buy My Ship, Some Kind of Lost, Just One of the Stormtroopers, Back to the Cantina, The Outrimmers, Teen Jedi, Hapan Princess..
I guess that I should explain the eyes from which I have been viewing the city of Paris. The original idea and proposal was to compare the Parisian culture to mine of the central Florida area. The plan was to speak with people who live in France about their way of life and perspective on issues. However, I have found that through our instructor’s urges to blend in as much as possible, I find that my perspective is changing towards more of a French understanding. It is through living the way that Parisians live and melding into their lifestyle that I am truly able to understand how a person who grew up here may think. As the saying goes, When in [Paris], do as the [Parisians] do…I find that the best way for me to learn about the culture here is not by talking about it, but rather by learning as they would learn – through quiet observations and forms of meditation.
This is what I have gathered up so far…
Paris is the city of love. Of romance. Of art. Of history. Of culture. Of life. This is the city where life is lived out the way it was created to be. The world is more relaxed here. More peaceful. More contemplative. More existential. The world here is not made for me. But rather, I am a part of something greater. I finally understand the meaning of laissez-faire.
This is a city where the ancient history of the world collides with the different decades and modern day technology. The idea of saving and preserving the past is refreshing, rather than the American idea of tearing something down or throwing it away just to replace it when something better comes out. I understand now why Americans can never seem to be happy – they are always wanting more than they have. I love that here, history combines to become a part of the current world instead of something long ago forgot. America, I know is not old enough to have the extravagantly old buildings. However the buildings here are more than just functional. They are elaborate and beautiful with some sort of sculpture or engraving or addition to make the necessary also the desired. Paris is necessary and desired.