Free Blog Post March 8

This week, we got to choose whatever we wanted to talk about. I had no clue what I wanted to talk about, so I decided that I would make my blog post about the first thing I saw when I looked away from my computer. Luckily, this happened to be something fairly interesting, my CAMH (Contemporary Art Museum of Houston) submission, which has taken over my whole room. You might be wondering why I am submitting an artwork to this prestigious museum. While if you didn't know, the CAMH is planning on having an exhibit about marginalization featuring teenage artists between the age of 15-19. I am about half way done with my piece, and the submission is due on March 13, a week from now, which means I will have to work really hard to get it done. My piece is going to be about teen suicide, posing the question 'Why do we push people so far to the edges of society that they feel as if their only choice is to accept death and kill themselves.' To convey this idea, I made a big, wooden frame with mesh stretching across the inside. From this mesh, I am hanging 400 fake roses at varying heights. I also plan to hang real roses spread throughout the fake ones. As time goes on, the real roses will wilt and fall to the ground, symbolizing the teens who choose to commit suicide. I chose to hang roses because in the Victorian Language of Flowers, roses mean love. Whereas wilted roses mean rejected love. I thought that these two meanings go perfectly with my message of this piece. What do you guys think about this piece? Do you guys have any suggestions?

The Great Gatsby Journal March 1

During our time studying the Great Gatsby, I made many connections between IHSS and the book. The largest one, was between differences in the living conditions of different  socioeconomic classes. The Great Gatsby showed these by comparing the extravagant parties of the rich to the "Valley of Ashes."We also saw these differences during our trips out to the different food shops. One group went to a Kroger stocked with food and in a good neighborhood, while the other group went to food stores that were just a few miles away from this Kroger and filled with no fresh food. Personally, I believe that there is an even bigger difference between the socioeconomic class of today, than there was in the 1920s.