I really enjoyed the observing and describing exercise. Besides the heat it was fun, I felt like it challenged me and i enjoy a challenge especially in English because it is my favorite subject. I also like how Professor Harmon gave us the freedom to use our own creativity and not box our minds into focusing on certain things. While looking at the art work i was not really sure what i was looking for at first , then i sat down and really analyzed the art work and it was very interesting I also enjoyed the tile “City of Dreams” because i feel like Charlotte is kind of like a city of dreams, because all of the opportunities they offer. I enjoyed seeing the business people commuting to work and all of the high end cars it was very inspirational. I hope to someday be in that same position as the individuals who were doing it. The observing and describing exercise also helped me get rid of some things that were on my mind and really just let me express myself and I enjoy being able to display my creativity, because the oppurtunity is not always offered.

As I sit at the corner of North Tryon , I approach a piece of of artwork on the side of a brick building. It appears to be a woman with many things also going on in the artwork as well. The colors of the artwork are very vibrant. It is titled “City of Dreams”. The woman’s earrings appear to be planets, one of her eyes appears to be different from the other kind of like a robotic eye. I don’t quite understand what is going on in the artwork but it is very eye catching. I can smell the strong scent of tobacco , from the man sitting across from me smoking a cigar and arguing on the phone with his wife or mistress im not sure. The air around me is very humid and moist! Causing me to sweat outrageously! School buses full of loud small children pass by as I look into the street. I see many pedestrians walking down the street appearing to be walking to work they all seem to be late to work because they are all moving pretty fast. I hear a lot of loud construction vehicles in the background picking up and dropping big objects . I begin to zone off and get distracted at everything going on around me until I remember what I am supposed to be doing tap on my phone screen and continue to write. As I look back at the artwork I see lots of flowers and what appears to be genes on the artwork and what also appears to be bricks. The woman who created the artwork refers to herself as “Mother of Invention”. As I look up where I’m sitting from I can see the Bank of America building. It’s very tall and shiny, and bigger than I thought it was honestly. It makes me feel empowered, just being uptown in general makes me feel good. Being that where I come from it’s not many things similar to it, it makes me feel as motivated. As I look into the street I see a lot of people riding scooters to get to their destination, I also a couple   homeless people walk by occasionally. There is a crane across the street unloading things into a truck I can’t quite see what they are, the heavy equipment shakes the ground as it is being moved . I see a black couple walking down the street with their son they seem to be happy. I now hear a loud street cleaner rumbling down the road moving at a very unusual pace. As the street cleaner progresses down the road it creates a huge cloud of dust polluting the air making it hard to breath. But what I do not notice is that I dropped my phone while crossing the street. Once I finally realize it is my brand new phone my heart drops and I begin to panic. I begin to run towards my phone but I don’t make it in enough time. Before I could make it the street cleaner sweeps up my phone. I yell, “No! My phone!” But the man conducting the street cleaner could not hear because he had headphones in. Reacting out of fear, I pushed a man passing by off of his scooter and began to chase the street cleaner. It seemed as if it was moving faster than it was before. The cleaner finally came to a stop at a red light, as I approached the cleaner the light turned green and the scooters battery died. The city has won. Another one bites the dust.

As I sit at the corner of North Tryon , I approach a piece of of artwork on the side of a brick building. It appears to be a woman with many things also going on in the artwork as well. The colors of the artwork are very vibrant. It is titled “City of Dreams”. The woman’s earrings appear to be planets, one of her eyes appears to be different from the other kind of like a robotic eye. I don’t quite understand what is going on in the artwork but it is very eye catching. I can smell tobacco , from the man that is sitting across from me smoking a cigar and talking on the phone. The air around me is very humid! School buses full of children pass by as I look into the street. I see many pedestrians walking down the street appearing to be walking to work. I hear a lot of construction vehicles in the background . I begin to doze off and get distracted until I tap on my phone screen and continue to write. As I look back at the artwork I see lots of flowers and what appears to be genes on the artwork and what also appears to be bricks. The woman who created the artwork refers to herself as “Mother of Invention”. As I look up where I’m sitting from I can see the Bank of America building. It’s very tall and shiny, and bigger than I thought it was honestly. It makes me feel empowered, just being uptown in general makes me feel good. Being that where I come from it’s not many things similar to it, it makes me feel as motivated. As I look into the street I see a lot of people riding scooters to get to there destination, I also a couple homeless people walk by occasionally. There is a crane across the street unloading things into a truck I can’t quite see what they are. I see a black couple walking down the street with their son they seem to be happy. I now hear a street cleaner driving down the road moving very slow. As I glance at the artwork again I try to identify anything I’ve missed, but I think I have covered everything.

A place that matters to me is my grandparent’s old house in Syracuse, New York located on 214 Ashworth place.  This place has a lot of sentimental values to me because I grew up on the street and generations before me also grew up on that street as well. It was fun growing up on the street because I had cousins who’s grandparents also lived on the street. I feel that I learned a lot of life lessons on that street from learning how to ride a bike to learning how to protect myself. I feel it gave me a really strong bond with my family that can never be broken. Although my grandparents are no longer alive, every time I visit Syracuse I always manage to still drive down the street to reminisce on the fun moments we all shared on the street. But the feeling is not the same because most of the houses on the street are either abandoned or being renovated currently by Syracuse University to build more housing for students living on campus. Although it may never look the same I will always remember all of the fun thing and life lessons I learned on 214 Ashworth Place.

Feels that she lives on build board because it is too crowded

She is an artist

Laurie Anderson

Begins with a model

Works inside out

Relationship of elements

Artist seems to create sculptures by using different elements

Steel has a feeling that is stretched like rubber

The overhang is upward of 5-6 feet

Began to draw to capture parent’s imagination

Eyes are muscles the more you draw the better you see

Sally mann

Everything she looks at she sees it from an artist perspective

Children feel that have lost their mother but sees her as more of a friend

Art for fun

She enjoys flaws in her artwork

She would take nude pictures of her children when they were young

Received all her first cameras from her father

Third child two older brothers

12 boxers (dogs)

Feels that she will be remembered for her landscape photos

Family was atheist

Art is her spiritual feeling

Margaret K.

Likes things that are handmade

Finds things that are handmade beautiful

Feels that graffiti is real art and build boards are mind garbage

She is inspired in fulk art

Has interest in ancient paintings etc.

Brings in random things from street and turns it into art

Enjoys writing on other peoples things such as trains

Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.

— Oscar Wilde.

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