M.Stones

Pencils

  A three part poem

A Tool:

There is a fine tipped tool,

A tool used by,

Geniuses,

And Foools,

Made of pristine,

Incense,

Cedar Wood,

With graphite and led,

Used to write,

Books,

For cooks,

And stories,

For children in bed,

This tool can be sharpened,

This tool can erase,

This tool can be used as a weapon,

To eliminate a whole race,

This tool can start wars,

Writing blood shed into documents,

Recording historical events,

Of battles,

One and lost,

Lives taken away,

Nothing to see,

But a cross,

That happened,

In one place,

This tool can design,

Blueprints of buildings,

For Infrastructure and Sculpture

Line for Line,

This tool can draw,

A Beautiful picture,

That can depicture,

A flaw,

This tool enslaved men,

Passed laws to hang them,

This tool has been used by many artist,

And many creators,

This tool can spark minds in youth,

As it did mine,

This tool educates,

Students,

Across the world,

It's the number one most used tool in the world,

Yet it is always number,

Two

The art of the pencil:

A single pencil alone,

Can create the most,

Beautiful art,

A pencil alone,

In the hands of a creative mind,

Could create art that is unfathomable,

Speaking many stories,

Interpreting many meanings,

Sketches that turn into full blown portraits,

Drawing was the very first talent i was good at,

Something I could find sanctuary,

Without a worry in mind,

Is where,

I was at most of the time,

Taking myself to another place,

See it all starts with a pen,

Marker,

Crayon,

Or even chalk,

On the sidewalks that walk,

Or on the board,

With,

Ear,

Irritating,

Sounds,

That kept students bored,

But you,

Could only hear the sound of my pencil,

As i rapidly,

Drew monsters,

Characters,

Even students I didn't like,

As a creative expression,

That later helped me conquer depression,

It became my therapy session,

See this pencil is my obsession,

For the art I love now,

And that is a blessin,

The art of the pencil is so beautiful,

It even reflects oppression,

See art speaks many,

And even louder words,

That can be heard as the pencil,

Scribbles across the paper,

That most find absurd,

See you must master this pencil,

This pencil is a fine tipped tool,

That when past down,

Can be a stepping stool,

To another artist,

See the pencil,

Itself,

Is art itself,

That created itself,

Defining many things we know,

As art itself,

You yourself,

Are a piece of art,

Created by the lines of a stencil,

Created by the pencil,

Of man and woman,

You become,

The pencil,

That uses the world,

As a  sketchbook,

To be created how you look,

What you put into this world is art,

And you are the artist,

You are the pencil,

That soon will be broken,

If your mind isn't awoken,

To the hidden truth of your talent,

Be awoken to your own talents,

And find artistic balance,

In the pencil.

A broken pencil is a broken soul:

A broken pencil is a broken soul,

I put my soul into the,

Pen,

Pen,

Pencil,

That i write,

My poetry is my art,

That cannot be put into words,

My words,

Words,

Words,

Recite the poetry that i scripture,

A broken pen,

A broken pencil,

Is a broken soul,

When the love and hard work,

Comes from,

The led tipped,

7.5 inched,

Hexagonic,

Wooden,

Shaped tool,

That I use to,

Express that words,

I can't finesse,

Through my tongue,

Because it is guarded by the cat that took it,

My pencil is broken,

Because I lost the love i have,

To be an artist,

A poet,

A writer,

But that love cannot be lost,

Because what is lost can be found,

And what is found can be treasure,

The gold to the person who desires it,

In his heart,

The pencil i use is my art,

My soul is broken,

But my third eye is woken,

And write facts and spit them,

That got these fugazis choken,

My pen,

Pen,

Pencil is broken,

But some tape can fix,

Make all better,

But what's better,

Than a favorite pencil,

A NEW PENCIL?

Maybe,

But i don't feel like getting one,

Cause i'm lazy,

And cuz,

Writing with this pencil,

Gives my fingers that buz,

And i don't wanna lose that,

Feeling that once was,

The best feeling u could get,

Cause nothing satisfies me more,

Than drawing a complete picture,

Or a poem,

That gives a slight painful sensation,

That gives me quite the elation,

In my ring finger.

A broken pencil is a broken soul,

When you lose sight,

In what truly matters,

U and your talent,

And what you love is that light,

And it's beautiful,

To see fly off and sour in the wind,

Like a kite,

A broken pencil is a broken soul,

But you pick up that piece,

And keep writing,

And erasing,

Because nothing is ever broken,

When your mind is awoken.

Dexter Le

10/16/17

Art 1

Artist statement portrait

My picture is complicated because of the colors in the scenery and the grasses. The scenery is vibrant with many colors, using Crayola colored pencils. The grasses stand out with a usage of ebony Prismacolor pencils, contrasting the green hills. The dark tree is to the left of the canvas; almost black. The dark sun that seems to only be absorbing the energy at the top right. The house in the middle, colored brightly for the reader to visually understand the meaning of home.

During Hurricane Harvey, a similar experience took place when the harsh raining nearly made visibility in front of me, impossible. However, I was able to see the forming rivers on my street, filling up slowly as if it were growing; a monstrous but illustrious experience.The hills are colored green. They could be seen for miles as the green stands out. The skies are lightful and they seem to like it’s glowing. The viewer would instantly know that the hills are green, and the skies were blue. Yet in the back, rests humanoid figures. Standing on top of the hill, behind the colorful skies, a story begins to play. I’ve made this story through Crayola colored pencils, graphite pencils, ebony Prismacolor pencils, and an eraser. I trace the canvas precisely with my pencil, so the viewer would understand that every line I carved into the paper; have to mean. Colors had to mean in my portrait. The green is supposed to symbolize the life in the world, the dark grasses to symbolize the dark. I used this technique, of coloring in lightly then tampering it with darker colors so that the objects of the canvas stood out to the viewer.

After analyzing a lot of painters, I’ve found a way to make the artist’s message stand out more. This technique consisted of doing very light strokes and using heavy strokes every so often; this was not perfected. I’ve gradually learned through trial and error. I’ve made a lot of mistakes, such as directing the attention to the side with lighter colors or making the sky way too dark. I’ve gone through many improvisations along the way. I’ve decided to continue this drawing style, darkening the foreground and light backgrounds, because of my experiences that I’ve witnessed through Hurricane Harvey; fully dedicated to the event. I wasn’t able to see outside due to the heavy rain yet the flooded streets stood out entirely. Almost as if it were a flowing river. I’ve decided to maintain that drawing style because it gave me more freedom to manually express myself. The color changes in the portrait give it a special theme. It looks bright at first until you start staring even more. An almost eerie sensation reveals later on as you continue the stare. Many questions begin to form as you continue, however, this is one of the many benefits; I love the drawing technique that I created during the process of this portrait. It allowed me to precisely trace my lines on the canvas and ability to color in easily.

I started my portrait off with coloring the background and foreground lightly. After that, I used a slightly darker color to fill in the foreground. I proceeded with minor details using a dark pencil to make the grass, the flowers, and the tree stand out. It develops contrast when comparing it to the light backgrounds because the ebony Prismacolor pencils are extremely dark. Making the correct marks on the portrait, I begin merging the light colors with the dark. I did this by rubbing my fingers on the portrait, smudging the dark colors with the light colors. Finally, I went back into my portrait to highlight the background by using a yellow color pencil. The yellow colored pencil easily contrasted with the blue skies. The technique of an art piece is extremely crucial to the artist. It allows the observer, the viewer, to understand the artwork and interpret it in their own eyes. Their eyes will translate your picture, your message, into something that is understandable only to them. What inspired me to the paint this way was from Darko Tolapski’s painting, Forest by the Lake. I was browsing the internet during my time in Houston, Texas, and found a painting that stood out. It was a lake that seemed to be glowing in my eyes, the foreground was nearly nonexistent. I wanted to mimic that same experience in this portrait, completely voiding the foreground and background.

If I had one thing to change about this work, I would definitely include more usage of other materials. I was having thoughts and relapses of including charcoal to signify the darkness even more, however, I thought the ebony pencil was great enough. With the changes that I would’ve wanted, I was happy overall with this work. I was able to communicate my message and my experience through a major transition in my life. I want this artwork to communicate the struggles of life. Although there is an eerie feel to the portrait, I’ve had terrifying experiences recently. I wanted the white humanoid characters to feel “pure”. Although it may look eerie, white is the color of pureness. Throughout my time this year, I want to alleviate my mental illnesses and start to smile more. I personally believe it’s better to be happy than nothing and sad.

In conclusion, this work that I had produced over a couple weeks allowed me to critically reflect on my life and experiences. It allowed me to capture the recent horrors in my life and allowed me to set positive goals. Although the goals may not be accomplished in a while, noticing weaknesses is more important than noticing the strongest points.

For the media and design project I created a website all about me. I made 3 pages consisting of About Me,Title Page, and a Projects page. I used Weebly to make my website and began with a title page. My title page was basically a picture of me and introduced my website. I then moved on to making my About me page where I put all cool facts about me and my hobbies. I feel like it is very interesting and people will enjoy my about me page to learn things about me. I learned the basics of working and creating a website. Some problems I have were at first the website took some getting used to. It started to be difficult changing everything because you start with a template and have to change everything. Also some of my pictures were very blurry and I had to edit and change them to be less blurry. Overall It was a good experience learning how to make a website and I feel like having a website about me can let people know more about me.

https://camilo19.weebly.com

​The Earth is made up of four spheres. They are Atmosphere, Biosphere, Geosphere, and Hydrosphere. The Atmosphere is (air) Biosphere is responsible for maintaining life. Geosphere (Land and Rockets). Hydrosphere (water). We connected all these four elements to our natural disaster.

While doing the search on the water flood in Sierra Leone, I learned that sierra Leone is one of the wettest cities in west Africa. They once received 20 inches of rainfall in August. In our search we learned that heavy rains over saturated the ground which caused it to be waterlogged and lose friction.

Our project was easy to do because we found the information we needed right away. We did a website for this project because we thought it would be easy to do and it would creative. I learned more about the 4 basic elements which were Hydrosphere, Biosphere, Geosphere, and Atmosphere. Also, I learned how hurricanes start and how they end. When all the earth's systems affect each there's a process that moves matter and energy from one sphere to another.

In the past week I learned a lot.  Earth science is something that I did not know a lot about.  I learned about the definition of the different “spheres”.  Geosphere (lands and rocks) , hydrosphere(water, lakes, oceans), atmosphere (air), cryopshere (frozen water on earth), biosphere (life on earth).  I learned about how they contribute to the earth.  The natural disaster we chose were tsunmamis.  You don’t hear about tsunamis as much as hurricans, tornadoes, etc.  We wanted to learn more about them.  I learned some things like how they are caused and what to do to prevent them.   

(the top is the link to the power point)