PATTERNS ARE HERE!

In the 2-D portion of our class, we were assigned a small snapshot project where we had to discover various rhythms, patterns, and textures. Here they are!

Pattern 

Rhythm

 Rhythm

Pattern

Rhythm

Rhythm

Pattern

Pattern

Progress on 3-D Sculpting Project One

I took this picture of my sculpture about four or five days ago. My object was a Magnolia Blossom (?) and I had to use cardboard and wood glue. I used a box cutter to cut out a few "S" shapes and then I had to twist each individual S into a leaf or section of the Blossom. Although it turned out looking like the Statue of Liberty flame, taken in a different context, the sculpture turned out looking like what it was suppose to. But this is my progress thus far. 

Finding the Wash Building

I am sorry for my poor excuse of the continuous strings known as "Blogs." Honestly, Blogging is a weak point of mine and I have never taken a liking to it, however, I do love to write. So I am going to try this to the best of my ability.

I will start with the first day trying to find the W.A.S.H. building at SHSU. Originally, my friends, Kristen and Chinedu went on this epic adventure with me; climbing over the massive hills of Sam Houston University, battling the desperate hunger pains in our stomachs, and fighting the urge to just sit in the dorm all day to vegetate. Of course, finding the building that we were so desperately searching for was proving itself to be a difficult task. Yes. We asked around the campus asking if there was anybody brave enough to help us find this invisible building, but to no avail. Every student with the potential knowledge of where the W.A.S.H. building could be floated on by in a confused daze, obviously trying to locate their classes as well.

The morning soon started to grow into the early afternoon. It was a decently cool day but walking around really did seem to make the sweat all the more real. Our jackets became heavy. Our hair became a nuisance as it started to stick to the back of our necks. All we wanted now was a shower to call our own.

After a while, we started to check the art buildings again and finally, FINALLY, found one building where somebody could give us directions. At that moment, the group nearing the end of their journey figuratively cried with both happiness, confusion, and pure aggravation. The room we were so anxiously trying to locate hid itself behind the Papa Johns across the street and across from the actual SHSU campus. Even through the aggravation of walking through the hot sun, we had obtained our prize.