Reflection: For those who are interested

I want to share my reflective piece, not only with those who access my project, but with those who have followed or perhaps read a few of my entries.

I’ve alway been fairly enthusiastic, a little stubborn, extremely competitive and rather odd. From a young age I was captivated by art. My dad would hold weekly drawing lessons where teenaged kids would practice figurative drawing in the living room. I needed to take part. In retrospect maybe my love of portraiture stems from my endless play ethic. I was most happy being in the company of others and I never got tired of playing. Although my parents have always been proud of my ability to get along with others, they have tried to encourage me to be more independent and learn to enjoy my time alone.

The past months have been nostalgic. I often find myself skimming through my childhood photo albums or watching our ridiculously humorous family videos, but what I have enjoyed most are the conversations. I recently had a touching interaction with my dad. He too has spent time recalling my childhood. As I get ready to leave, I sense how fortunate my family feels, that I have found what I am truly passionate about. My dad recalls the struggles of getting me to do things independently, wether that be reading or walking the dog, he felt like his constant badgering was a broken record. He only wished that I would find something I pursued alone. Drawing was something I did for myself. 

When I got a little older and became more aware of social pressures, I muted my eccentricity, and tried to fit in. I wanted everything to be simple and easy. I ignored my true interests because I wanted to be popular. It wasn’t until recently that I become comfortable within myself. Last year I took a drawing and painting course. This class was pivotal. I realized how passionate I am about drawing. I also joined the Help the Afghan Children club, and I realized that I truly love learned about the lives of others. I have known about these interests all along, but I was scared to pursue them. Now I have become immersed in these activities. I found how powerful figures can be. I am amazed by how the detail of individual features reveal character. I want to make a difference. 

I think I knew what I wanted to do with my WISE project even before I entered Senior year. For me it is perfect. It is also because I knew what I wanted to do so early, that I didn’t expect my project to change me the way it did. Looking back at where I started, I was very confident. I thought it would be easy to complete these 12 pieces, and that my project would be over once they were displayed. I did not consider, how reflective this project would become. Blogging was really difficult. At the beginning of my project, I found that my blogs were repetitive and to me, uninteresting. Upon reflection I realize that I wasn’t far enough in the process to feel the impact of my learnings. 

Initially, I thought my project was simply about displaying my work. It was, but on a deeper level my project was really about exploring self image. Yet it was not until I was asked to do a Nosanchuk lecture that I came to this conclusion. The experience of speaking in front of my peers pushed me to reflect upon myself in a way that I had not experienced before. I realize now that the most challenging aspect of the lecture, was trying to decide how to present myself in font of others. I focused on discussing education, and it’s importance. After spending time explaining my cause, women’s literacy in Afghanistan, I realized that I can’t ask for people to be passionate. Passion is not about our surface lives, but rather something we must actively pursue within ourselves. For me, that discovery has included making art, which has helped me become more observant of the world, and has inspired me to learn about the lives of others. My ultimate message for those who listened to me talk was this: “I think from all of this I am really just trying to say that education isn’t just about the books you read, or the homework you have to do. It is about us discovering what we find truly interesting. It’s funny because I remember being a freshman, and being embarrassed by the fact that I do well in school. Imagine that, being embarrassed by my success! High School is such an important time. I realize that now that I’m almost done, and I truly wish that I had realized that earlier. For those of you who this interests, it isn’t at all too late to make something of it. Maybe for you High School is all about taking risks, trying to be cool, whatever that means. Today, talking in front of you all was me taking a huge risk. Speaking in front of my peers about something I am truly passionate about is terrifying. Because I really have no idea how any of you will react. But if feels so good.”

When I look back on my project, in someways I am more proud of that short lecture than I am of getting my work displayed for a whole month. As my dad says, “The work speaks for itself.” I have always been a good at drawing, but it is reflecting on why these skills are meaningful to me, that makes them worthwhile.

A major struggle and question during my project was, how does one sell their work? I was extremely fortunate that Gimme took my work easily. They accommodated my need well, and they were very enthusiastic with my project. Selling the work on the other hand was much more difficult than I presumed. I think that I was over confident. Although I couldn’t help but think the worst, that nobody would buy my drawings, I really didn’t think that would happen at heart.  I must have sold 3 pieces within the first week (even though they were all sold to family). This premature success gave me the hope that I would sell them all. Even though I sold half of the portraits (one of which was sold to a complete stranger!) I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed. I remind myself again that I can’t expect everyone to donate. When talking to my dad about this frustration, he brought up a good point. There are thousands of reasons for someone not to buy work, but there is only one reason to: they want it. 

Overall the WISE experience has been more than I ever hoped for. I realize now that I am capable of pursuing my dreams, and I don’t need a reason to start. My simple goal was to present these women in a way different then what culture offers us. As much as I like to say that I am changing the lives of people in Afghanistan, it is truly just as amazing to change the lives of people at home. 

When I first entered WISE I was excited to start this project, I imagined the differences I would make. I neglected to imagine how I would change myself. I have always been able to observe how others present themselves. I haven’t taken the time to consider how others view me. This project has helped me appreciate the freedom I have to express myself. As I wrote in one of my final blogs: We choose how people see us. Everyday we wake up, and make impressions on people. Social medias have made these impressions far more extreme. It is crazy to me how I can judge people who I don't know based on a webpage. Although I would like to dismiss this and think that one's personality is only measurable in person, there is a lot revealed by a picture. My project is essentially about this topic. How people choose to be perceived. Upon initial research I googled the words "Afghani Women" out of curiosity to see what was displayed. The images were heartbreaking, media only shows an oppressive violent culture. Although this is certainly an aspect of these women's lives, this is not what they are limited to. I wanted to display these women the way that perhaps, they would choose to display themselves. This whole issue brought me to question my own self image. I have always had a distinct identity, but I hate the idea that people judge me on such a superficial level. I have come to accept this reality; that we are visual creatures and first impressions are huge. It is ultimately up to us how we dress or how we respond to others. This project has helped me realize that I should be careful with my image. Hopefully I can ultimately appear in a way that is respected and admired by others.

Final Meeting

Today was my final meeting with Ms. Augustine. Her presence and encouragement for my WISE project was huge. She really pushed me to do the best work possible. I feel very fortunate that I have such a positive relationship with my meteor. She kept me in line, and on task.
This final meeting really made me realize how close I am to being done with high school forever. Although this realization is sad and scary, I feel so proud with how I left. This project, I believe, truly reflects who I've become.

Display Down

Taking my work was surprising emotional. I don't think I ever registered how big of an accomplishment my display was. My dad, who is the best artist I know, didn't have his work displayed until he was much older.
He doesn't believe that kids should show their work that young. But he said he thinks for me, it was perfect. For some reason, the fact that this is done, makes my leaving so much more real.
I am so excited for my individual life to start. But letting go is harder than I thought.

Self Image

We choose how people see us. Everyday we wake up, and make impressions on people. Social medias have made these impressions far more extreme. It is crazy to me how I can judge people who I don't know based on a webpage. Although I would like to dismiss this and think that one's personality is only measurable in person, there is a lot revealed by pictures.
My project is essentially about this topic. How people choose to be perceived. Upon initial research I googled the words "Afghani Women", out of curiosity to see what was displayed. The images were heartbreaking, media only shows an oppressive violent culture. Although this is certainly an aspect of these women's lives, this is not what they are limited to. I wanted to display these women the way that perhaps, they would choose to display themselves.
This whole issue brought me to question my own self image. I have always had a distinct identity, but I hate the idea that people judge me on such a superficial level. I have come to accept this reality; that we a visual creatures and first impressions are HUGE. It is ultimately up to us how we dress or how we respond to others. This project has helped me realize that I should be careful with my image. Hopefully I can appear in a way that is respected and admired by others.

A short visit

Memorial weekend always means crazy traffic and lots of people in small Ithaca, New York. This year is particularly crazy because we have visitors as well.  My cousins all the way from Souther California are visiting. Because I haven't seen them in two years, there is a lot of catching up to do. They have been particularly interested in my art work. Having them visit, and question me about my project, gives me the opportunity to continue working on how I present my work to others. I remember that not so long ago, I was so flustered by these conversations. I now feel entirely comfortable explaining my project to others.
My family showed a lot of interest in my work, although I don't think they will purchase one.

First Stranger

I arrived home today and received a pleasant surprise! My first total stranger has asked to buy one of my pieces!!
Super excited. This was one of my major goals, I love the idea that someone I don't know will have some of my world displayed in their home.
I hope it all works out!

College Essay

As a reflect I realize that my College Essay to Bard College, really emphasizes my last blog.

  As a child, joy came naturally to me. I was most happy being in the company of others and I never got tired of playing. I liked to imagine that my friends were part of my family, and after long play dates I would often plead to sleep over, or at least stay for dinner. Although my parents have always been proud of my ability to get along with others, they have tried to encourage me to be more independent and learn to enjoy my time alone. 

When I got a little older and became more aware of social pressures, I began to realize that joy cannot be taken for granted. At school, the way you dressed or acted mattered if you wanted to fit in. Advertisements and images of stylish people suggested that happiness could be bought, or put on. Was joy a new phone with unlimited texting? Was joy another “friend” on Facebook? It seemed as if joy was determined by what our culture offered us. Such ideas seem entirely frivolous to me now as I consider the meaning of true joy.

  Recently I have begun to learn what is truly important to me. I love art. This past summer I began to create work on my own, independent from anyone’s instruction. I would sit for hours, drawing portraits that intrigued me. I was amazed by how the detail of individual features revealed character. The marks of my pencil would gradually develop into an eye that looked back at me or an ear that could listen to my stories. It was beautiful, almost as if I were making new friends. Of course there would be occasional arguments, leaving behind an unintended smudge or a splatter of undesirable color. But in the end the mistakes made these people less perfect and more real, adding uniqueness to their character, and on occasion even enhancing our relationship. 

This is not to say that I find true joy every time I draw. Making art, like learning to experience joy, is serious. Seneca once wrote: “Make this your business: learn how to feel joy . . . true joy, believe me, is a serious thing.” What I understand Seneca to mean is that experiencing joy is not a simple matter. It takes time and effort to create, or discover, something meaningful to oneself and unlike our consumer culture, there is no easy stamp of “satisfaction guaranteed.” I realize that true joy is not about our surface lives, but rather something you must actively pursue within yourself. Ultimately, discovering true joy involves a process of self-reflection and deep consideration of one’s values. For me, that discovery has included making art, which has helped me become more observant of the world, and inspired me to learn more about the lives of others. Seneca offers great insight, and in reflecting upon what he wrote, I have come to a better understanding of who I am and what brings me meaningful, lasting joy.

May 23rd Reflection

My time left at home has been bitter sweet. Despite my excitement about going to College, I have realized just how much I value my family and my childhood. I recently had a sweet conversation with my dad. He expressed similar feelings. The sadness in my parting is undeniable, but I sense he is truly confident in where I am headed.
As a child my parents would urge me to be more independent. They emphasized the importance of being content and self sufficient. My dad says that it is a parent's dream for one's child to find what they love to do by themselves. And whatever that is, it must be accepted. I started this year knowing that I love art. I think I have always know this fact, but I was too distracted by social pressures to acknowledge it.
WISE has provided a lot for me. I reason for me to step out of my comfort zone, a reason to pursue a dream. But I don't think one should need a reason to do those things. I see myself now as a far more independent person. Nobody told me what project to do, this is all me. As I leave high school I know I won't need reasons to pursue my dreams other than my own ambitions, because I know I am capable of it. That is what this process has ultimately showed me.

Ending Club

Today was one of our last club meetings. This is my second year being involved with this organization and this experiences has certainly been a highlight in my high school career. Because we are almost done, Emma and I have had to think a lot about who will continue next year. Unfortunately there aren't many candidates. We are concerned that there isn't enough passion involved for next year to be a success.
For me, being involved with this organization wasn't about getting into college, or being social. It was about me finding what I love to do. I am so thankful for having this experiences, and as a result I have become a far more caring individual.

Lecture Reflection

After watching Catherine's lecture I have come to a better understanding of what is expected during a WISE presentation.
I have done a short lecture about my experience with HTAC and my ambition to sell my work.
I realize I never posted this outline in my Blog, and in preparation for my own presentation, this outline will be a great starting place and resource:

If there is one thing that I have learned over my High School experience, it is that education is what you make of it. 

I have always loved art. (Show picture) 

This is a picture of myself at age 4 in front of a Valescas Painting at the Prado in Madrid. As a child I strived to be like that. As you can see from the picture: I loved to wear dresses. I wouldn’t just wear one dress, I would wear multiple dresses at the same time, sometimes up to 5 or 6! I only wanted to read books about Princesses, I was obsessed with Marie Antuanette, I even wrote a “book” dedicated to her at age 8. 

I had a strong identity, I loved being around people. My parents would have a hard time picking me up from play dates because I would have conniptions, I would beg them to let me stay. 

When I entered my teen-age years I lost touch of who I was in someways. I became preoccupied with facebook, popularity, boys. I was concerned about what other people thought of me. I stopped drawing. As an underclassmen I was fairly uninvolved. At school I did my assignments, but I never took advantage of the opportunities the Ithaca Community has to offer us. 

At the start of my Junior year I was inspired to become involved with the club Pennies for Peace. (Which is now called Help the Afghan Children) Two former students: Amari Suskin-Sperry and Rebecca Gilovitch began this club with the support of Mrs. Scholl, after reading the book Three Cups of Tea, by Greg Mortonson. This book uncovers how precious and necessary education truly is.

Only 20% of women in Afghanistan are literate.

Unfortunately their culture hasn’t promoted education as a strong option. I now think of these girls, we may have had similar dreams. But so much of our world revolves around learning. So many world issues are present just because so many can’t decipher patters that become words

Last year we raised over six thousand dollars to support a school in Afghanistan for a year. This year we have a similar goal. We also have the opportunity to do a cultural exchange with the school we are supporting. We are hoping to develop relationships with these children to promote peace and understanding.

This year I am taking WISE English, for those of you who are not familiar with this class it is, for the first semester a regular English class. In the second semester one embarks on an individual project of their choosing. I see my involvement with HTAC as an opportunity to connect my passion of art, with my love of understanding the lives of others. For my WISE project I am drawing the portraits of the girls who attend our sister school in Afghanistan and  having them displayed within the community. I hope the faces of these women may attract the attention of individuals to see the power of helping and understanding others.

I feel strongly now that art has not only helped me find my own identity, but may hopefully effect the lives of others. 

I have a short video I’d like to show you about the French graffiti artist JR, and how his global work is changing the world.

This is such a learning process for me. I think that art is so often dismissed. I believe that we are visual people. I could stand up here and read off a list of statistics about how the world is unjust. But I don’t think that would make a lasting impact. 

JR does something special he confronts the idea that we are all different. He celebrates that idea. In general our society offers us a one sided perspective of cultures. Whether we like this idea or not we are all hold misconceptions about those around us. 

For example: When I ask you to visualize what an Afghani woman looks like what do you imagine? 

Here are the first 3 Images that appeared when I googled “afghani woman” 1, 2, 3

This is true about everyone. We tend to classify people. Here in our own High School. In this room. I admit I do it all the time.

But what is important and interesting to me, is to separate those preconceived images from the figure. I want to display work that shows these girls as individuals with a true identity. Here are some of the photos we received from our sister school in Kabul:  

And this is what I am going to produce: http://de-ap.com/

So many people ask my “why are you just recreating the images?” “why don’t you just show the pictures.” Art for me, is about the learning process. Like everything else. I am constantly amazed by how the detail of individual features reveal character. The marks of my pencil will gradually develop into an eye that look back at me or an ear that can listen to my stories. It is as if I am making new friends. Of course there would be occasional arguments, leaving behind an unintended smudge or a splatter of undesirable color. But in the end the mistakes made these people less perfect and in that way - more real, adding uniqueness to their character, and on occasion even enhancing our relationship. 

I think from all of this I am really just trying to say that education isn’t just about the books you read, or the homework you have to do. It is about us discovering what really interests us. 

It’s funny because I remember being a freshman, and being embarrassing by the fact that I do well in school. Imagine that? Being embarrassed by my success? High School is such an important time. I realize that now that I’m almost done, and I truly wish that I had realized that earlier. For those of you who this interests it isn’t at all to late to make something of it. 

Maybe for you High School is all about taking risks, trying to be cool, whatever that means. 

Today, talking in front of all of you was me taking a huge risk. Speaking in front of my peers about something I am truly passionate about is terrifying. Because I really have no idea how any of you will react. But if feels so good. 

If any of you are interested I would love to have to join HTAC, or even just attend one meeting to see what we do. 

Material World

I recently read an article about possessions, and ambition. How, in this world, there are standards and these standards are relative to what our culture offers us. As a result of the lack of education in Afghanistan, women are not expected to pursue a degree, or even go to school. Their ambition too often depends on what their husbands provide.
My initial response to this reality is sadness and pity. I hardly consider my own possessions and fortune. As an exercise to fully comprehend the vast differences between myself and the women living half a world away, I wrote a short overview of my own life, and the standards I am held to.



United States: The Estes Family, At age 30, Kate Bevington had her first child, Sylvia Estes. Kate had already attended Cornell University and UC Berkeley before even thinking about having a kid. Sylvia was born in Berkeley, California where she lived in a house that her parents shared with friends. As Sylvia grew her parents started to think about sending her to school. They chose to move back to Ithaca, New York where there was a good public school system, and less traffic. They moved into a large old home (previously owned by writer Vladimir Nabokov) with 5 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a dining room, a study, 2 bathrooms and a sun porch. About 4 years later Kate had her second child, a blond haired boy they named Zeke. At this point Kate was working at the Johnson Art Museum and her Husband was an Art Professor at Cornell University. By the age of 17 Sylvia was a National Honor Society student, the captain of the Varsity Soccer Team, and president of the High School club HTAC. Despite her achievements she still faced the pain staking process of applying to a satisfactory college, that could (without financial aid) cost up to $50,000’s a year. The Estes Family would not like to disclose a list of possessions, out of sheer embarrassment, even though David Estes is a "minimalist".

Reflection Questions

Through this project I have been able able to reflect on how fortunate I am, but also realize how many other world issues there are.
Today during my mentor meeting, Mrs. Augustine asked me if I will continue to work with HTAC next year. My initial response was yes, without a doubt. But I now realize that I am not entirely sure I will. I think education in Afghanistan is crucial, but on a global level there are so many causes I feel need to be addressed. As I enter the Human Rights field I hope to have a background in countries around the world. How does the lack of education in Afghanistan compare to other places? Are there the same limiting factors?
I believe that by pursuing these questions I may come to a better understanding of the conditions in Afghanistan, and subsequently in the whole world.

Publicizing

How does one sell work? I have made flyers with information, told people about my display, and encouraged my cause. But to date, I have sold less than half of my pieces. People are so encouraging and enthusiastic about my project. I've only heard positive feedback.
Maybe I priced them too high? If I don't sell them all at Gimme I may try to have them on display elsewhere, or at least continue to promote their existence.
I have been reflecting a lot on my work, and trying to think of ways in which I may improve in the future. I still have some hopeful opportunities, because Cornell Graduation is so soon, there will be lots of visitors  (hopefully willing to spend money) in town. I may ask family friends who are professors to promote this cause.
I hope I can sell them!!!

Selling Work

I never really thought about how to sell work when I was making it. I guess I sorta thought people would see them, and automatically want to contribute to this cause. As of now, I have sold 3 of the 12. Even though I wish I could say more have sold, this is all so new to me.
I admit, I am nervous I won't be able to sell them all. I have thought about this a lot, and I realize that there have been times where I have not contributed to causes that I felt sincerely interested in. Buying art is not common. I don't think I have ever purchased anyone's displayed work, and here I am, moping about the fact that others haven't spent their money on my work.
I will continue to advocate for my cause. But from now on, whatever amount I sell, I will be proud of.

May 6th Event

The event went very well! We raised an estimation of about $2,000! I was so nervous that his event wouldn't bring the revenue we hoped, but not only did it bring money, it also brought awareness. At the event I had flyers and pictures of the work I have displayed at Gimme. A lot of people looked at these pictures, and said they would love to check out my work.
Even though this event was not initially apart of my project, it has benefitted my project immensely.
It is the awareness of our cause that may enable us to make a difference.
We sold a lot of HTAC t-shirts as well. I love the idea of people outside of our club wearing this shirts, showing their support.

Mentor Meeting 5/3

During my last mentor meeting with Ms. Augustine we talked more about what I can do to better my project. I have realized that I haven't been up to par with my journal entries. In the past, in preparation to my show, I felt like my journals were repetitive. Now that I am done with my work, I have been able to reflect about my project much more.
My goal is to catch up with journals. Making them meaningful, and full of contents.

Event, May 5th

Tomorrow is our Club's big event. I am extremely nervous, mostly because I will have microphone duties.  I have been rehearsing what I will say over in my head, but actually speaking in fount of people is a different story. At our event we will be selling t-shirts and having a silent art action. Several local artists have been very generous with donating their work. There will be a minimum bid on each piece. I really hope that we are successful in selling the work! We will also have information out about HTAC and my WISE Project. I will treat my short presentation as a way to better prepare myself for my end presentation in class.
At the event we will be serving tea and pastries. Hopefully we will have a good audience. This will be great publicity. Fingers crossed.

Work is Up!

As of Wednesday May 2nd, my work is up in Gimme Coffee! I am so relieved and excited. I don't think that the fact the my work is now on display has fully sunk in. I am beyond excited, and in someways really proud of myself. This is something I've always wanted to do.
Three portraits have already been bought (although only by friends and family). I can't wait for someone, who I don't know, to buy my work. I really hope that happens!
The actual process of putting the work up was a great learning experience. I had to make sure all the portraits were on the same level. My dad and I figured out a good system. It was a bit difficult because when we were putting up the work, there were customers enjoying their coffee and doing work. We had to climb on their tables. It was a little embarrassing.
It has all been such a great learning experience.

Frames

Today I framed all my pieces. This was very tedious work, but the end product is definitely worth it. The frames are 11/14, with an inch of white matting around the drawing. I am thrilled to see how great they look together. I never knew how many steps there were to framing work! It is especially frustrating when you have them framed, and there is a big dust particle under the glass.
I am now trying to decide what order to put them in. The drawings will be going up tomorrow, and I 'm so excited to see what they look like in the space. My biggest concern is that the space is so large that I should have made 2 more. But my dad speaks reassuring words.
My short statement will be displayed as well, is posted on the website that I shared in my previous blog.

A Meeting

Today I had a very positive interaction with my AP art teacher, Mrs. Spence. Because I am new to selling my art I wanted to get professional advice. After talking to her I gave changed my goal in someways. I now hope to create 12 pieces all 9/12. Even though this will be a challenge I hope that her insight will pay off.

March 17th

Yesterday I went down to Gimme to ask the director of art displays about my work. Much to my disappointment Gimme (on Cayuga Street) is booked until August. Although this was discouraging, Mimi informed me that the State Street Gimme (which is a much bigger space) usually books two artists a month, and I may be able to display my work there.
I have contacted the woman in charge, but she is on vacation until the 19th.
I will continue to wait, and hope for this all to work out.

Website

Thanks to my wonderful father, I now have a portion of my works displayed on his website.

de-ap

On this website there is also a short statement about my project.

PLEASE check it out! 

Finished

I am done with my pieces! So relieved! I also was able to buy 12 frames yesterday, and they are all the same. My dad has already helped frame a few, and we have them displayed in our living room. Something about framed pieces makes them look so much more legitimate, this portion of the project is almost finished!
The last thing I need to finish is my artist's statement. I have started drafting ideas. I want to simply explain why this project is so important, not only for me, but for everyone.
I will include statistics that are eye opening.



This picture is one of my framed photos! My Dad has already reserved to buy this one, because it is his favorite.

Happiness Revisited

As a child, joy came naturally to me. I was most happy being in the company of others and I never got tired of playing. I liked to imagine that my friends were part of my family, and after long play dates I would often plead to sleep over, or at least stay for dinner. Although my parents have always been proud of my ability to get along with others, they have tried to encourage me to be more independent and learn to enjoy my time alone. 

When I got a little older and became more aware of social pressures, I began to realize that joy cannot be taken for granted. At school, the way you dressed or acted mattered if you wanted to fit in. Advertisements and images of stylish people suggested that happiness could be bought, or put on. Was joy a new phone with unlimited texting? Was joy another “friend” on Facebook? It seemed as if joy was determined by what our culture offered us. Such ideas seem entirely frivolous to me now as I consider the meaning of true joy.

 Recently I have begun to learn what is truly important to me. I love art. This past summer I began to create work on my own, independent from anyone’s instruction. I would sit for hours, drawing portraits that intrigued me. I was amazed by how the detail of individual features revealed character. The marks of my pencil would gradually develop into an eye that looked back at me or an ear that could listen to my stories. It was beautiful, almost as if I were making new friends. Of course there would be occasional arguments, leaving behind an unintended smudge or a splatter of undesirable color. But in the end the mistakes made these people less perfect and more real, adding uniqueness to their character, and on occasion even enhancing our relationship. 

The article "Happiness Revisited" further explores my ideas regarding lasting joy. Despite our said motives, we ultimately strive to be happy. Reading this piece has helped me reflect upon many experiences. I believe that as individuals we are too often passive; not truly engaging ourselves in the world. Social networking sites give us the false illusion of constant connection, artificially fulfilling our need to be socially active, while in reality, in those times, we are simply alone. For me, sharing experiences with others is truly satisfying, but being content within one's own body is fundamental. Quoting "Happiness Revisited": "In the quest for happiness, partial solutions don't work." This quote is true on so many levels. One must pursue their interests, and in doing so hopefully solidify their identity. 

As an individual when measuring between being anxious or bored, I find myself on the anxious side of the spectrum. I tend to overbook my schedule, and consequently I feel overwhelmed and disappointed in myself when I am not able to complete everything I do. In order for me to achieve a balance (which I hope to accomplish in College!) I must be able to dedicated myself fully to less. This year has been particularly difficult because I had overestimated my ability to handle multiple activities. I now know my limit, and I will cary that lesson with me in the future.

Art effects everyday lives. Whether it is the carefully thought out composition, or merely sloppy graffiti; our visual landscape surounds us, making us feel comfort in a familiar place, or curiosity for something new. Growing up in an artist’s home has certainly given me perspective. I find myself judging work not only in a gallery but in a hotel room or restaurant. More often then not, I find the work displayed dull, perhaps pretty, but ultimately uninteresting. On the rare occasion of finding work I truly admire I try to understand what it is about that given piece that is so special. 

I have been given the special opportunity to have my own work displayed. This experience, though only one week away, is still unreal. I am excited, scared, thrilled and proud of my accomplishments. This mix of emotions leads to more nervousness, I hope so much for this to be a success. I keep flashing back to moments I have experienced in my life where I have been taken by art. Starting at age 4 at the Prado in Madrid, to recently at the Art Institute of Chicago. I love the stories that are told behind each piece, I love the people that I meet, the places I travel to. I hope that through the portraits of these Afghan girls, (which I promise to post as soon as they are all done!) I will lend a similar experience to those who choose to stop and observe. 

Upon reflection I realize that although it feels that I started this project just months ago, in actuality the process has been a lifetime. Despite the chaos of the past week, I am thrilled to have this opportunity. 

HTAC Paragraph

We all believe that education is extremely important, but sadly a part of our lives that is often taken for granted. Becoming involved with Help the Afghan Children has helped shape our view of how valuable education truly is. As a club we hope to raise 3,000 dollars this year. We see this contribution as a way to give back. We are planning a local event of music, poetry and art that will hopefully not only raise money, but also raise awareness of the beauty behind helping others. Though endless statistics show how the world is unjust, the personal relationships we may form with these children will leave an unshakable affect. This experience was initially our simple mission to help change the lives of those less fortunate, but as we progress, we see how this process will change the lives of everyone involved.

The paragraph above explains our clubs mission this year. This paragraph will be posted on the HTAC website, as well as explained/read to our sister school in Kabul Afghanistan.

Snow Day in April

Today is April 23rd, and we have a SNOWDAY!
As much as I would love to be outside building an igloo or pelting trees with ice balls, I will take advantage of this time, and create my website (with much assistance from my Dad).
This is exciting! I will scan the work I have done, and post them along with information about HTAC and my WISE project.
Off to work.

A lot of work.

Yesterday I had the wonderful experience of doing a full-day workshop at the Ink Shop downtown. I was able to really expand on ideas, artistically. I have decided to do my pieces without borders, this choice is in part due to my lack of time, but mainly because I want these portraits to be about the girls.
I have continued to work on my pieces, I have 4 to do in the next week, so the pressure is really on.

This is all coming so fast. I realize that on top of these pieces I also have to do a write up about my project.

I will post that on my blog as soon as I amdone writing about it.
I will also post the finished 12 drawings on my blog when they are complete.
When my work is up I will need to create a sight that can display my work if others are interested.
Lost of work, little time.

Frustration

Unfortunately I can not display my work in June. But I have been slotted in during May. I have less than 3 weeks to finish my drawings, make borders (which I may not do because of the time limit) and mat and frame my work. Although May is a great month to display my work, I am nervous that because of the shortened amount of time I will not be nearly as concise as I would otherwise be.

Tomorrow Mrs. Augustine can not have a meeting, I love our meetings, but I will be able to use this time to do some extra work on my portraits. 

I wish I had known the possibility of doing May earlier, so I wouldn't feel this stress.

Although this is certainly a roadblock, in some ways this change may improve my end project in someways. I will (during my presentation) know exactly how much of a profit I made. Making money to support HTAC is my ultimate goal, I am excited that I will make this money sooner than later.

Our club event is also coming up in May. I can inform people at this event of my exhibit at Gimmie.

I still need to consider making a website so people can view my work outside of this display. But this will happen after I am done with my drawings.

Meeting on Thursday

I met with Jenny last Thursday. I am happy to say that I will be displaying my work in the sitting area, where there are two walls. I will be displaying my work the entire month of June, and I even get to have an opening night on Gallery Night!! This is all so exciting.
I have started to think about getting frames. I hope they are not too expensive, if the total is too much I may keep a fraction of the money to be reimbursed. I just really want to send all the proceeds to HTAC.

HTAC Information

Help the Afghan Children Mission and Information

The last few HTAC club meetings,we have focused primarily on learning more about the organization we will be funding, as well as discussing our personal mission.
This is what we came up with:
We all believe that education is extremely important, but sadly a part of our lives that is often taken for granted. Becoming involved with Help the Afghan Children has helped shape our view of how valuable education truly is. As a club we hope to raise 3,000 dollars this year. We see this contribution as a way to give back. We are planning a local event of music, poetry and art that will hopefully not only raise money, but also raise awareness of the beauty behind helping others. Though endless statistics show how the world is unjust, the personal relationships we may form with these children will leave an unshakable affect. This experience was initially our simple mission to help change the lives of those less fortunate, but as we progress, we see how this process will change the lives of everyone involved.

Making Progress

Crazy how much time has gone by! Even though this fact was initially overwhelming, I feel like I am at a good place with my project (although I do admit I should blog more). I have a meeting with Jenny (who is in charge of arts at Gimmie) on Thursday. This is exciting! I will finally be able to talk about what I am doing with someone who is going to display my work. I have a lot of questions to ask her, and I'm so curious to see how she envisions my display. She says there are two places that I could display my work, and depending on their size (and I'm sure significance) she will inform me where in the Cafe she believes my work would fit best.
I am half way done with my portraits. I need to start thinking about the border. Mrs. Spence reminded me that we are going to be doing a workshop at the Ink Shop downtown. I think this would be an interesting way to mix media, and come up with an interesting solution for a border. Just an idea!
Can't wait to find out more about my displayed work!

SUCCESS!

YES! I am able to show my work at Gimmie on State Street. SO SO SO happy. The display will be (most likely) in June. This is exciting, seeing that June is my last month in High School. This will be an AWESOME way to end my Senior year.
I just hope that I am able to make money from my pieces. I would like that to be reflected in my final project.
But still, I am just HAPPY!!!

Gimme Display?

Yesterday I went to Gimme, to ask the director of art displays about my work. Cayuga street Gimme is booked until August. Although this was disappointing, I learned that State street Gimme often hires two artists a month to display work because of the large space.
I have contacted the women in charge, she is on vacation till the 19th so I will have to wait patiently to see if she likes my work, or if there is even availability to show it.
Crossing my fingers.

Wednesday 14th

I am on my 5th piece! Which means I'm ALMOST half way done! This is great because now I have a good idea of what I will be showing. This alsomeans that I feel confident going down to Gimmie and asking them about displaying my work. I have also been working on our upcoming event (May 6th) for HTAC. We have changed our focus from being a music event, to a day tea. I have asked my good friend Ben if he would be willing to do some standup poetry, and he has agreed.
Maybe it would be nice to make a few extra works to sell at the silent action at this event!
My dad also had the great idea that I should make a website that shows my works, and have a sign at local eateries that directs customers to my website. This would help publicize me work, and because laptops are so common, people may be more willing to take the time to look at my work.

JR.

Accomplishment

Sharing what I love felt so good. Terrifying but great. I don't know what else to say. It was very successful. I can say that I already have stepped out of my comfort zone. I wouldn't usually speak in front of so many people. But then I realized that they were there to hear me speak. So I just had to do what I already know.
I think I got a good reaction. Even if people don't join Help the Afghan Children at least I know they know it is an option. Maybe it's just about everyone seeing that they shouldn't be embarrassed to speak and share what is truly important.
I thought I wouldn't want to do it. But now, I am so happy that I did.
Proud.

Public Speaking

I love talking. I've always been a people-person. But public speaking scares me. This friday I am doing a lecture about my High School experience, WISE class and my involvement with HTAC.
I have been preparing a slide show and notes, but I am still terrified. I know how hard it can be to listen to people lecture. I really want my presentation to be interesting and personal. Even though this is a huge challenge I'm really excited. This will be an awesome opportunity for me to practice public speaking while at the same time reflect upon my experiences.
As of now I am going to focus on the images. I believe in the commonly used saying "a picture is a thousand words." I hope that what I share not only presents my intentions well, but also inspires people to pursue their own dreams.
I am just learning. I will try to have fun.

A short Lecture

I continue work on my 12 pieces. I am struggling because as I work I can't help but look at the results and think: "Nobody would ever want to buy this." My dad reminds me that selling my work (although my ultimate goal) should not be my sole objective. I must focus on what I have now, I cannot be absorbed by the end product yet.
As I work, I realize that these pieces are merely the concrete results of a far more conceptual project. I ultimately want to promote women's education in Afghanistan, it is (hopefully) through my art that this goal may be accomplished.
Art may not be my only utility. I have been given the great opportunity to promote women's education through the lecture series that is held annually at Ithaca High School. I will be given the chance to not only promote my work, but also the work of others, making this a far more universal effort.

I urge anyone to observe the work of the artist JR, who captures the beauty and character behind the human face, in an unexpected and bold way.

JR Artist
The link above displays the work of JR who has given me great inspiration in starting this project.

Mentor Meeting #3

Today was my mentor meeting with Mrs. Augustine. We discussed my progress and plans for the future. We decided that it will be very important to me to get started on my works because location has become a road block. Today I finished my 1st portrait. This is exciting and encouraging. I have been looking at other portraits, observing what makes them interesting and personal. I hope that my work will display those aspects.
I also have established a back up plan in case I am not able to sell all the work I display. A possible silent auction at our Club's even in May at the Carriage House.
Over the next week I plan to do another piece as well as contact local businesses so I can hopefully display my work.

Location, location, location

I have not yet found a place to display work. I have contacted both Gimme and Ithaca Bakery. I am hoping for a reply soon. I have also been working on planning a local event that will be hosted at the Carriage House. If I do not sell all my work while it is being displayed, I may auction the remains at this event.

"A Childhood Lost to Pay for the Sins of Others"

A recent New York Times article helped solidify the importance of women's education in Afghanistan. A common event in Afghanistan is kidnapping young defenseless children. The abductions are "justified" as payment for a relative's misdeed. There are thousands of children (in particular girls) taken from their homes and held against their will. Although there is little that can be done to stop these cruel occurrences, I can not help but think that by promoting peaceful education, the lives of future generations will be greatly improved. The education of these children is ultimately my goal.
"A Childhood Lost to Pay for the Sins of Others"

Reevaluating

After having a meeting with Mrs. Spence about displaying art, I have changed my goal from doing 6 pieces to doing 12. Although this will be a challenge, this change will hopefully make my project ultimately more successful.
This weekend I will hopefully have a location booked!

Waste Land

Waste Land is a touching documentary about an art project by Vik Muniz. The majority of this film takes place in the largest land-fill in the world (right outside Rio De Janeiro, Brazil).  When watching, one observes the horrible conditions and realities of this impoverished area. Working the landfill are individuals known as "pickers" who separate recyclable waste from garbage. Vik photographs the pickers and later has them reconstruct these photos using the waste they have collected. The idea behind his project is to sell the finished work (in photographed form), and to give the proceeds to the "pickers". This movie beautifully depicts the stories of these individuals. It is touching to see how moved they are by Vik's efforts.
The intentions for my WISE project are similar to those shown in Waste Land. This film was uplifting, because it showed that art can truly raise awareness, and in someways change people's lives.

First Two Weeks

For the first two weeks of my project I will form a relationship my WISE mentor. We will discuss expectations that will ensure my project's success. I need to explore locations that will display my art work. I talked to my art today, Mrs. Spence, today and she informed me that local possibilities are booked months in advance. I'm excited to discuses my project with different people and show them what I plan to draw/paint.  
As of now I have a copy of several pictures that I will begin working on. Mrs. Spence also gave me the interesting idea of making copies of my work to create postcards. They could be sold in groups.

Dear Reader

I am President of the club HTAC (Help the Afghan Children) here at Ithaca High School. Last year we raised over six thousand dollars to support a school in a mountainous region of Afghanistan for a year. This year we plan to continue fund-raising to accomplish a similar goal. We also have the opportunity to do a cultural exchange with the school we are supporting. Using social technology and mail, we will send pictures and written documents about our own experiences, hopefully creating a shared experience between us and some children in Afghanistan.

Art has also become extremely important in my life. Of course the thrill of creativity is captivating, but on a more profound level art has become a way for me to communicate my feelings, that perhaps, there are no words for. As an individual I have always loved being around people, relating (or not relating) to them. In a sense my interactions have helped me find my own identity as well as making me a far more empathetic person. These interactions have opened my eyes to the vast variety of characters in our world, helping me appreciate those who I do share values with; while at the same time helping me understand a side that I otherwise wouldn’t acknowledge. Through art one many reflect upon their experiences as well as mark a period in one’s life is a subtle yet powerful way.

I see my involvement with HTAC as an opportunity to connect my passion of art, with my love of understanding the lives of others. Over the next few months I will take the portraits of girls in Afghanistan and after drawing (or painting) them, see if I can have them displayed locally at a restaurant or bakery. I hope the faces of these women may attract the eyes of individuals enabling them to see the power of helping and understanding others.

As I begin this process I am extremely excited.  I believe that before leaving High School it is important to express oneself on a creative and personal level. I hope that whatever the outcome, this project will have helped strengthen a developing individual, as well as help the lives of girls half a world away.