Movement Brief Reflection
During the Movement Brief, I delved into the realm of movement through various mediums including photography, animation, and graphic design. Although I missed the first month of the semester due to illness, I was able to explore and engage in each of my electives.
Through primary source research and mind mapping, I decided to focus on the movement of light as my main theme.
Animation
In animation, I found innovative ways to incorporate my three electives into my final project. The lightbulb design from the graphic design was included as a flashing light bulb that the boy touches in the animation. Photography techniques also played a significant role, as I utilized stop motion light painting animation to depict my friend moving the light bulb towards himself as it turns on.
Overall I found this discipline intriguing as it allows you to add movement to photography and graphics and bring new life to these disciplines.
Photography
I wish I would have attended more photography workshops to really flesh out this elective, but regardless I used my photography to enhance and complement each elective. The idea of process over a finished piece is also something that I struggled with during this elective.
Primarily the photography technique of light painting was utilized to showcase the movement of light. This can primarily be seen in my final piece where an innovative approach to light painting allowed me to create a video which showcases the combination of movement and light in real-time.
The realization that photography is in essence the movement of light made itself clear in the pinhole photography workshop with Gemma. This workshop on photography provided me with more than just interesting images, but the willingness to explore more analogue methods to enhance my photography such as the use of a water bottle in my final piece.
Graphic Design
Graphic Design was the elective that I enjoyed the most as I feel it lends itself most to the interdisciplinary approach. The album cover workshop really emphasized this fact for me as I applied my astrophotography image to the background and utilized animation techniques that I had learned throughout working on the brief.
I was particularly inspired by the photoshop type and image workshop as Eva mentioned the use of AR in graphic design and this idea really piqued my interest and helped me bring my album cover to life.
Conclusion
In conclusion, I entered art college with the preconceived notion that I was going to study photography and moving image, but the movement brief taught me that graphic design is better suited to my sensibilities. I thrive when working on projects that can be seen more as a craft rather than fine art.
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Fuck it, ShiIta ArtCollege!AU
This is unfinished but I re-read it today and kinda like the banter, so I may write more disasters like this continuing the storyline.
Relevant tags: Crack, Comedy, Adult Humor
Pairings: ShiIta, KakaObi, feat HashiMada
Warnings: Shisui and Itachi are cousins who date in this, kindly don’t like don’t read!
Summary: Konan, Itachi, and Genma are songwriting majors at Konoha Arts, Sasori, Hashirama, and Yamato are wood sculpting art majors, Madara is an audio engineering major, Shisui is a music production major, Kakashi is a creative writing major, Obito is an acting major, Deidara is a clay artist (ofc) and Gaara is glass sculptor.
They all are friends one way or the other, around the same ages, and engage in their usual shenanigans at lunch. Here is their conversation:
“Ya know, it would pay for you and Itachi to quit being so serious all the time.”
As if on cue, the two turn their expressionless gazes to Shisui, who raises his brows. In front of them, Genma and Kakashi snicker.
“Sorry. I don’t have a magical button to change my default mood from ‘neutral constipated’,” Konan says dryly. Genma laughs around the sucker in his mouth.
“Heh, at least you still have a sense of humor.”
“Hey, my ‘Tachi does have a sense of humor. He just doesn’t show it most of the time,” Shisui insists, dramatically rubbing his cheek against Itachi’s own. The younger Uchiha flushes.
“Whose side are you on?” Asks Genma, but the question goes unanswered.
“Shisui, you’re smothering me,” his voice is soft with a hint of annoyance.
“You’re gonna give him a heart attack with your PDA,” Kakashi points out.
“But I want the whole world to know Itachi has my heart.”
“Trust me, the world already knows. Pretty sure you’d be on your third kid together by now if Itachi had a uterus.”
Said man finally widens his eyes as a horrible blush overtakes his cheeks and ears. Shisui even turns red.
“Ope, double homicide. You bulls-eyed the breeding kink.”
That was Genma.
“Why do we even hang out with you?” Itachi is exasperated.
“Entertainment.”
Genma smirks at Konan. “We should date.”
“I’m actually insufferable, gloomy, and weird as fuck. So for your sake I’ll decline.”
He sighs. “You sound like my younger brother rejecting his nineteenth girl of the week.”
As if on cue, Sasori plunks down beside him and looks up at them through his unruly mop of cherry red-dyed hair. His honey eyes are rimmed with a thin line of smoky black, as usual. It’s an aesthetic choice, partly, but also to hide his dark circles. The damn insomniac never sleeps.
“It’s twenty now.”
“Oh? Who was it?”
“Matsuri, that undeclared first year.”
“I thought she liked Gaara?”
“Seems she has a type.”
Genma blinks. “What, insane edgelord sentient candy apples?”
“Only you could come up with such an abomination of a sentence,” Konan tells him with the hint of a grin.
“I’m not a lyricist for nothin’, baby.”
“Baby? You two finally dating?” Sasori asks with mild interest.
“Nope. She rejected me again.”
“Ouch. I’d give you my period-three sculpture as a consolation gift but Deidara put air bubbles in his and blew up the kiln again.”
“I thought he only did that if no one else was using it.”
“He claims he forgot mine was in there since I never use clay.”
“Hmm. Could be. Sorry about your art.”
“I’ll just stick to wood pieces,” Sasori shrugs. “Sleep will be last priority to get my project done on time. I’d hate to make the professor wait.”
“You already do that though. Not sleep, that is. You’re painfully on time. We all know you’re impatient as fuck,” Obito laments the times where Sasori has rushed everyone in order to be on time.
“Guess things are according to plan then.”
“Ah, there he is! My dummy-husband!”
They all look to see Obito just before he plops down beside Kakashi, planting a kiss on his face mask and smiling happily.
“Hey, idiot,” is Kakashi’s fond greeting.
“If it isn’t Grandpa Obito,” Genma wise-cracks, and Obito makes a face.
“We’re the same age as you, Shiranui.”
“And? Maybe if you guys didn’t act like such geezers you’d have been designated better roles in our dysfunctional friend-family.”
“Is that what we are?” Asks Kakashi as Obito interlaces their fingers.
“Yup,” Shisui answers. “We talked about it the other day working the radio station. You and Obito are Grandma and Grandpa. ‘Tachi and I are Mom and Dad. Konan over here is the exhausted yet supremely talented older sister, and Genma and Sasori are the two neighbor kids who are in a love triangle with Konan.”
Konan sighs exasperatedly, and at the same time, she and Sasori say. “There is no love triangle.”
Obito blinks. “You guys are insane.”
“Says the guy who eloped with his boyfriend a week before his junior year.”
“We got the idea from Hashirama and Madara.”
Konan raises a brow. “They’re married?”
“Yeah! They eloped last year. You haven’t noticed their rings?”
“I don’t really pay attention,” she shrugs.
“Madara wears a shit ton of rings and Hashirama wears his on his neck ‘cause he sculpts,” Shisui adds as a further explanation.
“Hashirama’s a damn genius at wood sculpting,” Sasori muses, “His cousin Yamato is talented as hell too. I need to work harder.”
“Can’t punch the gas if it’s already floored,” Itachi reminds, trying to be helpful. Shisui beams at him as if he just wrote a Bible that makes sense and actually solves all of the world’s problems.
“You’re so smart.”
“Or just really neurodivergent.”
“Same thing in my book.”
“He has a point,” Kakashi shrugs.
“Say, what was eloping like?” Shisui asks, arm around Itachi’s waist tightening. “You think me and ‘Tachi could do it?”
“It was great,” Obito grins. “Why not? You two act married anyway.”
Itachi sighs. “Has everyone forgotten we’re cousins? My family would never approve.”
“Eh, what’s the big deal? If you wanna ‘sweet home Alabama’ each other to the Moon and back, you go right ahead,” Genma winks for good measure. “It’s no sweat off my balls.”
Itachi stares, blinking slowly at his fellow songwriter.
“Couldn’t you just have said it doesn’t bother you?” He asks.
“Like a normal person?” Sasori adds in, not hiding his disgust.
“Coming from you, that’s rich,” Genma grins wolfishly, elbowing his brother in the ribs. “None of us are normal at all.”
“Yup. We wouldn’t be wackos who decided to get art degrees otherwise,” Shisui grins broadly. No one misses the rather lovesick, gentle expression Itachi bestows upon his face, but everyone ignores it. It’s as far as Itachi goes with PDA, but damn if it isn’t more potent than an actual physical gesture towards Shisui at making everyone avert their eyes at the display of intimacy.
Except Genma.
“Or wackos in love with their own cousins.”
Itachi’s eyes shift from their warmth to fix Genma with an only half-venomous glare.
“Shut up.”
The Shiranui raises his hands in defense. “We’re all wackos, this is a safe-space. Completely judgement-free zone.”
Despite his tendency to joke, those words are entirely sincere.
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