Krannert Museam Feildtrip

I LOVED Jean Luc Maylane's work.

There were about 20 or so over sized still life pictures of rural Texas. each had a picture of a bird in them. I LOVED how the pictures were so large. it made me feel like i was in them or even a spec on the dirt and hay ridden ground, looking for the bird with the Jean Luc. The glossiness of the pictures drew me to them. it was a vast space of these picture which added to the feeling that i was in the work itself. Once i located the birds in each of the pictures, i felt the fluffy little bird in my hand. It was so real and so right there. I just wanted to grab the bird right out of the picture and plop it into my had! one of the pictures had a bird staring with its head cocked sideways at the camera. It was as if to say, are you taking a picture of me? the reality of the pictures are something i want to bring to my work. i want the audience and myself to feel the image, feel the wind, the object, smell the environment, fear and love what the picture is fearing and loving.

I REALLY REALLY DISLIKED Andy Warhol's portraits of Ina Ginsburg and Mr. Shapiro.

Plain and simple, who wants to see upper-middle class staring at a camera (and i mean i could feel the people just staring as if the say "okay i am ready for you to take my picture now Andy!"). They were regular people in very regular posing, with bad acting, and mediocre almost lost facial expressions. I want to see a picture and have in invoke something in me, not devoke, which is exactly what these pictures did to me. In one word i describe these pictures: blazay.