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One creative project every day for a year

Aug-10-2012

Day 311: Poem

Posted by annagrace under Days 301-365

Sometimes I like to write poems… it has been a really long time since I have written one, so I decided to give one a shot today! I’m not very happy with it, but I decided to post it anyways. There’s nothing interesting about it, I don’t think, and it’s probably a bit too personal for me to be broadasting all over the internet, but whatever. So read it or don’t. This post is definitely one of those that is more for me than anyone else… sort of stream of conciousness emotions playing out. Think of it as a work in progress…

Cliche Happiness

You stand there waiting,
Sweaty palms, heart racing,
All of those cliche things, now true.
Excitement and dread balled together,
Into a twisted, real life dream.
“Happiness is possible,”
You say to yourself,
But the words seem fake in this moment.
Positivity was never your forte.
Why get your hopes up,
Just to have them stomped on,
Like an intruding cockroach?
And yet you still hope,
Because you desire happiness,
More than anything.
And maybe,
By some miracle,
Happiness can be brought to you,
By this new person,
Walking towards you.
So you stand there,
Trying not to look over-eager,
Waiting,
And hoping,
For him to make you happy.
You smile and greet him…
Now what?

Anna Grace

So this is just a short easy post to try and at least get something in, even though I’m working and packing like mad!

One of my favorite Beatles songs is Across The Universe, mostly because the lyrics are just so awesome!! Everything is just so eloquently put, so I decided to just type out the lyrics and make a digital art piece surrounding/behind them, making the lyrics themselves the focus. I realized the other day that I usually always like songs purely for their musical value, which is not necessarily a bad thing! But, I oftentimes don’t even notice the lyrics because I’m so focused on the music! So, I’ve been looking more deeply into lyrics of songs to try and understand them and like them for their poetic genius, as well as the killer music! That’s the main reason I wanted to do this project. I mean, who else comes up with phrases like, “Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox?” Pretty amazing…

At any rate, after finding a suitable font for the title and then for the lyrics that you could still easily read, I found an image of rain on a window that I used as the background. I adjusted the hue/saturation and brightness/contrast a bit then used the watercolor filter to give it a bit of texture and hide some pixelation that occurred. I then found a sort of organic scroll image (it took a ridiculous amount of time to find one I actually liked! I thought about drawing something myself, but my scanner isn’t working :cry: ) and made it two different colors. I put it in the corner and adjusted the opacity a bit so you could still see the image behind.  I made the font a contrasting purple color to the green scrolls and I was done! Easy enough, but I think it came out pretty spiffy!

So there you have it! Not much more to say about this… so… bye?

Man am I awkward… :cool:

Anna Grace

Apr-14-2011

Day 72: Pictures of Poetry 2

Posted by annagrace under Days 1-100

Today I decided to put some images to a poem I wrote in poetry class just like on Day 37.

For this poem, our prompt was to write a poem everyday for five days, and then combine them into one poem somehow. So, to represent that with images, I chose an image for each day and divided into 5 sections. I then created the image below in 5 columns with each column representing a stanza. The sections of the images are in the order of the verses. So, as you read the whole poem, you can see what versus correspond with that verse by looking at where the rest of the image is! That’s sort of a round about and complicated way of saying it, but I think it’s pretty easy to follow.

I suggest reading the entire poem first and then going back and seeing if you can read each individual poem. As always, you can click the image to see it larger. And sorry about the weird formatting… wordpress wouldn’t recognize the space between stanzas, so I edited the indentions to make it easier to follow!

Scattered Emotion

Grasping the pencil with a weak hand,

Time for a little breather.

Walking Alone,

Stress explodes from my soul with

Sappy cards and bold decorations,

carrying a lobster red gas can.

red roses and pink carnations.

the mention of another task

trying to finish it all as planned.

Time for friends.

Kissing lovers without hesitation,

Time for no thoughts.

Doubting oneself with every move,

Break down number four of the semester.

Good Lord, it’s cold.

Stares from strangers,

that break the rules of visitation.

but also so wanting to prove,

Can I do this?

Time for resting.

A Valentine’s Day celebration.

but no one offers a hand.

this you can do. You’ll make it through.

Thank God for friends.

Time for… me.

I think that this ended up being one of my most successful poems in the class. Without thinking about it, I somehow managed to meld these 5 completely different poems together into a pretty coherent poem! I think the images split make it easier to follow which poem is which, also, and that’s something I really struggled with in the class as far a formatting.

If you’re still completely lost, here’s the 5 individual poems:

Thursday: (picture of gas can)

Walking Alone,

carrying a lobster red gas can.

Good Lord, it’s cold.

Stares from strangers,

but no one offers a hand.

Friday: (Picture of stressed woman)

Stress explodes from my soul with

the mention of another task

Break down number four of the semester.

Can I do this?

Thank God for friends.

Saturday: (Picture of pocket watch)

Time for a little breather.

Time for friends.

Time for no thoughts.

Time for resting.

Time for… me.

Sunday: (Picture of hearts)

Sappy cards and bold decorations,

red roses and pink carnations.

Kissing lovers without hesitation,

that break the rules of visitation.

A Valentine’s Day celebration.

Monday: (Picture of drafting supplies)

Grasping the pencil with a weak hand,

trying to finish it all as planned.

Doubting oneself with every move,

but also so wanting to prove,

this you can do. You’ll make it through.

Still lost? Well… I got nothing for ya! :D

Anna Grace

Mar-10-2011

Day 37: Pictures of Poetry

Posted by annagrace under Days 1-100

I’m still in the middle of hell week and have one last exam tomorrow. I pre-made the other posts this week but somehow was one short for today, so this is a sort of lazy post so I can get back to studying. :?

As I mentioned in Day 16′s Post, I took a Poetry class last year. For today’s project I decided to take some of those poems I wrote and put them on images in photoshop, to possibly print out at some point or make cards or… whatever. My Poetry teacher would be appalled because she hated anything that would “distract” from the poem and all of it’s beauty… she wouldn’t even let us use fun fonts! But, I’m not in that class anymore, so I’m gonna do what I want! :D And no, I didn’t take these pictures… sorry!

So, this first poem was the week she wanted us to experiment with gaps in our poems. You’re supposed to read it like the longer the gap, the longer you pause.

(Click image to see it bigger)

This next poem was from the week we were supposed to walk around outside and do a nature poem… or it may have been when we were supposed to use more descriptive language and imagery… I forget. :neutral:

And finally, this last poem we were supposed to take something inanimate and give it feelings and emotions.

By the way, that poem was talking about a roll of yellow trace (or as we call it, trash) paper, because I was sitting at my desk in studio a couple of hours before class thinking, what the heck am I going to write about?? (I know, good student fail. Procrastination win!) I looked over and saw my roll of trash with all the wrinkled and balled up pieces around it and decided to write about that! I think it’s appropriate for the giving-life-to-inanimate-things theme because on trash is where designs really start and come “alive”! The other students in my class couldn’t figure out what the poem was about in my first draft of it, which I had called “Trash.” They had many guesses ranging from literal trash to a person that’s easily disposable, or thinks they are anyways. I made a few changes to make it slightly more clear, but I think without the image it’s still really ambiguous, but I like it that way. I like to let the reader interpret the poem in whatever way they can relate to.

I think Unfurl is my favorite in this bunch. :)

Starting tomorrow, life will be a lot less insane for at least a week because it’s Spring Break, so look for some projects with more time spent on them!

Anna Grace

Feb-17-2011

Day 16: Poem

Posted by annagrace under Days 1-100

Last year I took a poetry class. I enjoy poetry quite a bit, and have written some poetry in my day, so I thought that it would be a good option to fill my Creative Writing requirement. In this class, we had to write a poem every week, according to whatever theme the teacher decided upon, and every other week we had to read our poem out loud and have the class critique it. This was a painful experience in a lot of ways at first. Poetry, to me, had always been a means of expressing my emotions and to have my poems ripped apart meant having my emotions and thoughts ripped apart as well. My class in particular was very opinionated because most of them were English majors of some sort… as compared to little old Interior Design major me. But after a few weeks, I realized that a lot of them had very valid points that I certainly took into consideration, but also that I was the ultimate judge and it really didn’t matter what they thought. I ended up with what I thought was a pretty decent portfolio with a wide variety of styles. I learned a lot in that class about poetry, but also a lot about myself.

At any rate, for today’s project I decided to write a poem. In the class, we never gave any background to the poems we presented, so as to see what impression it gave to the readers, so I will do the same now.

Self-Season

Light glistens off her dewey lashes,

As the first light of spring,

Peeks through the cloak of winter.

Her damp cheeks redden at the thought:

A new season of the year,

Of herself.

The sun’s rays appear like a handkerchief,

And dab away her tears.

Tears of pain.

Tears of heartbreak.

The unstoppable geyser plugged,

Replaced with a knowing smile and,

A bright eyed gaze,

Into the future,

And the bliss it holds.

Her path is as clear,

As the bright spring sky.

Cleared of the obstacles;

Self-doubt,

Self-loathing,

Loneliness;

Now full of petals of hope,

Energy,

And strength.

A scattered bouquet,

Floating,

Her personal mantra,

For the new season of,

Herself.

Anna Grace