Good art makes uses illusion to present the familiar
in a new way.
It takes what you think you know and turns it on
it’s side.
The whole purpose behind this kind of art is to make
us tap into our creativity which allows us to invent and create new
things. When we see such common
processes in a new light, it helps us to view our whole world at a different
angle. This helps us make unobvious
connections that we may not have seen before.
Art that presents the everyday in a new light takes
us into new ways of thinking. It makes
us see everything we know (or think we know) in new angles. It can be created with all types of mediums,
as long as it makes us rethink our views of the world.
The main goal of good art is to take what we see as
familiar and flip it, mix it, and recreate it.
The story:
Rachel walked down the street of her neighborhood,
concealing a package of Girl Scout cookies for her grandma under her
sweatshirt. It was dangerous to be
walking around that area with any possession someone might deem worth taking,
and Girl Scout cookies are definitely on that list.
Rachel tried to block out the constant wail of sirens and sad people,
sounds that eventually morphed into one strange entity. Sometimes Rachel wanted to stop and look at
the more curious graffiti amongst the sea of it, but she’d been taught not to
linger too long anywhere in Pinewood Acres.
The sun began to set on the horizon as
Rachel finally came to the winding road at the end of the block. If she could just make it to the end of the
road where her grandma lived before dark, she would be okay. She picked up her pace just to be sure.
Rachel had reached the halfway point and everything was going
smoothly. Suddenly the next few
streetlights ahead of her went out with a few bangs and flashes of sparks. Rachel jumped, but quickly collected
herself. She could see the light pass
the shadows, and decided to keep moving as quickly as she could.
After a moment or two, someone spoke to Rachel out of the darkness, “Ya’
know… you shouldn’t be walking around here in the dark at this hour.”
Rachel frantically looked, expecting to see a scary
man, but the voice belonged to a calm and normal looking guy, no older than
17. His face was charming somehow, and
Rachel was no longer afraid. Abandoning
her cautious attitude she replied, “You’re probably right. I’m trying to get to
my grandma’s house in Paradise Grove. I
know this road will take me to it eventually but is there a faster way? What with it getting late and all, I’d like
to get there as quick as I can.”
“Yes, I do,” said the boy as he took a step forward. The wail of sirens
suddenly got louder and the boy hesitated.
He then spoke, “There’s a trail off the road here that goes through the
park and eventually hooks back up with the road right before Paradise. It’s faster ‘cuz it’s a straight shot.”
“Thank-you!” said Rachel, and she gave the boy her most dazzling smile.
“No problem,” he said, “see ya’ ‘round.”
Rachel took the shortcut and made the rest of her
journey without any other delays or distractions. When she got to her grandma’s the house was
dark. Rachel knocked on the front door
and it fell open. She moved inside
slowly. “Grandma?” she called, “Grandma,
are you here?”
Suddenly Rachel felt one hand cover her mouth, while another grabbed her
hair. She struggled to get away,
knocking over pots, pans and picture frames.
The hand was removed from her mouth for a moment, and she was able to
let out a short scream before it was stifled and she was forced to the
ground. It was then that she saw her
attacker to be the boy from the street.
“Shh,” he said.
Rachel looked past the boy to see her grandmother’s bedroom door
open. Behind it, lay her grandmother on
the floor unmoving. Rachel began to let
out stifled sobs. The next thing she
heard was a bang so loud, her ears rang.
She looked up to see a man in a blue uniform standing in the doorway
with his gun raised.
“Ma’am are you alright?” said the officer.
“Yes, but my grandma...”
Rachel looked to see her grandmother rising from the
ground.
“I think she’s okay,” said the officer after tending
to Rachel’s grandma. “How’d this guy know to come here? Do you know him?”
“No, but I accidentally told him.”
“Jeez kid…” said the officer, “Didn’t you ever read
Little Red Riding Hood?”
The Picture:
Artist Statement:
Good art makes us think. That is the purpose of all
of our classmate’s manifestos. But in
our specific manifesto, we tried to show how good art should make you think of
what you think you know in a different way.
Our goal was to start a movement that has people flipping what they
think they know. We want art to be
challenging and creative. We want it to
inspire. We want it to twist your
thoughts.
Our Manifesto’s main objective is to take something
most would consider ordinary or commonplace, and to see it in a new light by
flipping it on its side. One of the ways
we thought of to do this would be in a story in which your expectations are
upset. I tried to do this with my Little
Red Riding Hood story. Whether or not I succeeded is up for debate since it
probably wasn’t hard to see what the story was early on. Nonetheless, the story adheres to the
criteria laid out in the manifesto.
Little Red Riding Hood is a story we all know, and for a time, this
story is unrecognizable (or at least it was supposed to be) though it is
completely based on Red Riding Hood, and follows the same plot line nearly
identically. This could be done in a
number of ways through story. For
instance, The Matrix, takes a look at what everyday life might really be.
Kind of like the piece by DJ flood, while trying to
define what we were trying to create, we had to search for other artworks that
match our movement. The interesting
thing is that the art we found through research defined our manifesto as much
as our manifesto defined the pieces we created.
There were a few ideas I bounced around in my head
before settling in on the person dunking a basketball. I considered turning a
person leaning back on his/her chair against a wall so that it looked like the
person was on the wall and leaning against the ground. I also thought back often to a piece I was
shown in the drawing class I took last semester where a person photo shopped
the metal base of a light bulb underneath a hand that was making the shape of
the “light bulb” that wasn’t actually there.
The mind is a tricky thing. Much like the light bulb example mentioned
above, my drawing is an illusion. Not only
did I change the way we normally see someone hanging on a rim in preparation to
dunk a basketball, but I was also quite particular in the style I used to
create the piece. In the real world,
very few things have an actual outline. Really
we see texture, shape, depth and contrast and from there we create assumed lines in our brain. My piece was based off of contour line drawings
where thicker lines suggest shadow. I
did the background using only line, again because of the illusion line drawings
are. I can make things look rather
realistic and create textures and portray depth, but in this piece, there is a
deliberate lack of such things and yet we accept an image, flat though it may
be.
Story by Kaden Watson. Drawing by Sterling Elliott
