When trying to come up with a project idea based on the touch or sound of a cookie, I struggled. My mind wandered into what sounds cookies could make, what touches and textures that cookies could have, but all of it left me baffled. I began to think about where on the body a cookie would touch other than the hands. Then of course my mind was thinking of very uncomfortable and unwanted places to place a cookie. I was led to the conclusion of masks and the feeling of a cookie mask, that is seemingly unpleasant also but the least of all places that came to mind. So I am going to try to design a masquarade ball mask with cookie dough and a ring too (have to have my bling right?). Well here goes! 🙂
Archive for September, 2012
Class was very interesting! I loved some of the artwork that was presented. Some of the videos were hilarious and very entertaining. I think class got kind of weird when the lights went out and Beth stopped talking. I could see something moving across the room and at first I thought it was my imagination, but it was a couple other students and Beth. I haven’t been in a haunted house since I was around 10 years old and I refuse to go back. I think my only fear is haunted houses… This occurence had me on the edge of my seat and feeling nervous. And when the lights were back on we got the silent treatment. It was different to say the least and I will remember this class always.
I died watching this on tv and I thought it was ironic that I was trying to think of what to do for this class. For this assignment I have decided to do what I always do, eat and drink in the class room. The rule technically states that we are not supposed to eat in the classrooms however, students and teachers alike ignore this rule to a certain extent. Since I already break this rule I want to corrupt my class into breaking this rule with me. Sometimes rules are meant to be broken and for cookies and homemade apple pie and milk… I would consider this the perfect occassion.
So in our “memorable” class today we had many interesting things shared. I’m not really sure what to write about. It was definitely an interesting class, but when is a Beth Lykins class ever NOT interesting? I was getting very nervous the closer it got to me for my to talk about my project. I was hot and then cold, I could feel the tears building up but I was able to calm myself. After I started talking however, it became a little harder to overpower my tears and my voice slowly began to betray me. I was able to finish though and even show my art (very hard for me to do) around the room. It was very difficult to talk about and even harder to actually make it. This class gave me alot of memories. I remember most the speach about orphans. That nearly brought tears to my eyes.