Adventures of a Little Bird

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Feeling useless lately....

...so here are pictures of what I have been up to since graduation...


Origami Corsages for Soon-to-be-little-brother-in-law Luke's prom, made from Shana's favorite Manga


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Thriller Jacket for Erin Sheppard's The Undead Can Dance
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Wizard of Oz Lobby Display for Stages


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Richard costume from Looking for Group for CONvergence


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Pooh Quilt for my cousin Libby's first baby


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Next adventure? Quilt based on the cover of Batman #761.

Let's see how far I get with a day job...


Friday, April 17, 2009

Thesis

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Thesis Blog: Fail

MFA Thesis: Passed

C'est la vie.

For the very bored, you can read the paper here (pdf format and all that jazz).

It's a very...odd piece. For someone used to writing papers, writing something this first person, this informal, and this scattered felt very...unpleasant, especially calling it a thesis. I did wholly break with the "required" format for MFA thesis papers in my department, because that made the whole situation even worse. For a piece like mine, which was so very character driven, trying to break it up into the standard format was a special form of abuse. When every five lines you have to add one that ends with "which will be discussed later," it's time to break the cycle. But it works, it gets the story across, and ninety percent of it is pictures anyways.

And now I'll leave you with some renderings I did for Tosca, because they're way more aesthetically interesting on their own than the renderings I did for my thesis. Sigh.

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Monday, November 3, 2008

MFA Thesis, Episode 2 (Intermission)

Blogging about my thesis process has been lax. I apologize.

But instead of rectifying the situation, I'm going to direct you all to my new portfolio website, such that you may tell me what you think of it before potential employers are horrified.

http://www.fallensparrow.net

Thanks.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

The MFA Thesis, Day 1

Today was my first meeting with Dr. Saltz about UGA's upcoming production of The Changeling. I will be designing the costumes as the pratical portion of my MFA Thesis project over the next few months. Because I'll be producing a thesis paper both about the play itself and the process of my design, I'm blogging as I go. This will make me stay on track--or at least that's the goal.

The Changeling was written by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley in the mid 1600s, in that era after Shakespeare when the virtue of a play was seemingly determined by the highest blood/sex/sin:lines ratio. In the original version, the play follows two plots: the main plot, which I will refer to as the Beatrice plot; and the subplot, which I will call the Isabella plot. Others are unlikely to have categorized them thusly, but as I'm mildly obsessed with the characters of Isabella and Beatrice, and their alternative stances on the world, I'm going to.

In the Beatrice plot, many men have decided to sleep with her; she, in turn, is willing to use them for murder and other nefarious purposes in order to thwart her father and get whatever it is she wants. In the Isabella plot, many men have decided to sleep with her; she, while thoroughly irritated at her jealous (and substantially older--enough to be her father) husband for locking her up to keep her chaste, wants nothing to do with the lot of them. In the Beatrice plot, the servingman/conniver blackmails her over the sexual intrigue and "forces" her to sleep with him. In the Isabella plot, the servingman/conniver attempts to blackmail her over the sexual intrigue and she tells him right where he can stick it. In the Beatrice plot, everybody directly involved in the intrigue dies, Beatrice goes to hell, and the father figure mourns. In the Isabella plot, all of the men involved in the intrigue are thoroughly chastized for being morons, Isabella is lauded for her strength and attitude, and the father/husband figure admits he's a complete idiot and promises to stop being so jealous and let her have a life. I...am totally entertained by this. In my head, I've cast Beatrice as the pretty, shallow, perfect sorority/daddy's girl with a dozen credit cards and no clue, and Isabella as the angry punker with tattoos and attitude (Isabella's choice of chastity should not be misconstrued, by my simplifications here, as some sort of virtuous Christian woman's choice--in the context of the play, her denial of her potential suitors clearly stems less from some notion of a moral absolute and more from utter disgust and frustration at all the men in her life thinking they have some business directing her sexuality--she's pissed as hell at Alibius, her husband, for locking her up, but she's equally unimpressed with the shallow conniving of her other suitors, who clearly want her because they see her as pretty, and not for any other reason).

All of this, of course, became utterly irrelevant in the first few minutes of the meeting, when I learned that we are completely scrapping the Isabella plot and all related characters. I will admit to a certain amount of disappointment at that, though I recognize the practicality, both with regards to time and budget, of scrapping the subplot. In addition, the true strength of the play (in both plots) is in the substantial psychological realism of the characters, and just like in reality TV, sensible people (Isabella) just don't make for good drama (her plot, for reference, is the reason this play was technically classified as a comedy).

Which brings me to Dr. Saltz. He's looking to do a fast paced, modern, edgy adaptation of the Beatrice plot, with silioquies delivered like Reality TV confessional sequences into cameras feeding into live projections, film noir style lighting and heavy use of screens allowing characters to be shown often in silhouette. I like this, quite a bit, as it allows me to do a lot of things with shape and form, play with film-style shoulders up detailing for the focused shots, and, best of all, cloth the silly thing in light colors. I'm tired of tragedies staged in black, and there's a reason film noir featured a lot of light colors and khakis in the clothes--when you hit something with that heavily directional light and create those extreme shadows, you want them wearing something that will pop the contrast. The lights will give the play a moody feel--but the costumes will still be able to give the characters a frilly, light, superficial feel, which, to be frank, most of them need. This play doesn't have a lot of heroes--the closest you get is Tomazo, and he's kinda angry to be fully sympathetic. I'm excited about this feel.

It also looks like I'll be getting a design assistant for the show--Mary-Margaret, one of our awesome undergrads in the costume shop, wants more experience with the design process, and as I'm trying to trend my experiences for future work teaching, it's good for me to have the experience of working with an undergraduate on a show. We pitched the idea to Tina in the shop today and got a positive response--later on I pitched it to Ivan and got the same, so hopefully that will turn into something official.

So yeah...time to hit the ground running.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Reggio Emilia, Day 12 (Part 2), and Bologna, Day 1 (and only..then homeward bound!)

Well then.

Dinner was ok. I had a total panic attack over the performance (there were a lot more people there than I thought there would be, among other things), but my classmates jumped to my rescue and Jean Luc, Frederic and Claudio, and then later Jess, grabbed my masks and did a series of hilarious things with them. I didn't manage a lot of good mask photos, as flash didn't help much and there was just too much movement (they're all very, very good at what they do, which is acting/singing/dancing/puppeteering across the board--I was the only tech in the course), but there's a few shots below. We also had what is apparently the local oddity, a sparkling red wine, which I was tempted to try to bring home just for its weirdness (it was pretty good, but just seemed strange the whole time), but was terrified of how it might travel (if Champagne exploded under pressure in my bag, it'd be a pain, but survivable. Red wine though? Terrible). It was a good night.

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Jean Luc and a poor innocent bystander who was a doll and got really into it, in the first piece

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Jean Luc and Jess

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Hiro and his roommate Fabio

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Jess, Claudio, Jean Luc

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Fava wore a Frankenstein t-shirt. It was fantastic.

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Frederic, talking puppets.

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Frederic and Massimo

I'm terrible at goodbyes, and it was a bit melancholy at the end...but it'll also kind of nice to be heading home.

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Arrivederci, Reggio Emilia

In any case, I'm posting this from Bologna on Saturday. This morning was nice and relaxed--packed up, went by the market for a few things, and then headed into town to meet Jess (who was at the post office) to exchange keys (I turned mine in yesterday so I could get my deposit back, so Jess and I have been sharing and she left me hers at the market so I could head out). She had to run by the post office at the train station (Italy is weird--apparently, rates change from post office to post office for packages), so when we met up in town she was totally lovely and took one of my bags for me and walked me the rest of the way to the station. She's been an extremely cool roommate and I'm really glad I got to meet her--she's in Reggio for the rest of the classes Fava teaches and then she's finishing an around the world trip with a few more months in Europe and then some in Southeast Asia before heading back to Australia. Can't wait to hear how it all goes.

This is a horrid photo because we're both all sweaty and tired from lugging my things to the station in the sun, but I'll post it anyways...

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(I think I sent Jess the other one before I really looked at them, but I kinda like this one better, even if it is out of frame. I'll have to fix that.)

In any case, I took the train to Bologna today (I'm a day early for my flight--didn't want to risk missing it by trying to train early in the morning), and got myself a nice little hotel room in a pretty hotel right across the street from the station. They're calling me a cab in the morning, and after a nice walk about this afternoon, I'm finally about ready to collapse from it all. It's been really brilliant. So, photos below, and then I'm off to eat and nap and relax before I head back to Minnesota tomorrow (Georgia on Monday after a brief stop to say hi again and make sure I get through customs :) ).

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What was the ruins of one of the old city gates, back when it was walled, that was rebuilt by some wealthy noble at one point or another.

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The entrance to the park by my hotel

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Looking back towards the hotel.

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Graffiti is one thing I will totally remember of Italy, both the simple and the elaborate. It's everywhere, which might be sad, but is also kind of colorful and different.

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Apparently they do children's theatre here in the park in the early summer (from what I could gather off the signs).

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Other side of the park

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Saturday Market

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A theatre nearby my hotel

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Just a sidewalk. Cause, you know, that has to be prettier too :).

See you all soon.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Reggio Emilia, Day 12 (Part 1)

And it's done.



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That last shot in the black cracks me up, mostly because the leather/starp/rivet unti substituting in as an eye was a total accident--I really just wanted to get a more-profile-than-not shot, and placed it, laughed, and took the photo for fun.

I was done by one, and I may yet make some corrections to the matrix--haven't yet decided. There are some major issues--mainly, that the mask is way too long and covers my face to the chin (the tiny eyes actually look good, and don't functionally hinder the vision, even though they look like they would). I think, if I rework it, I'll just cut off the lip entirely and go for the beak look in total. Ironically, though, once I put the mask on I actually liked it a whole lot more...it's kinda fun, if currently not very functional for speaking, and not nearly as lopsided as the form looked. I took a few pictures of me wearing the masks, courtesy of my computer's webcam (my own camera refuses to take a self-portrait without a flash, and right now, as I'm the only one done with my second form/mask, I'm not about to ask anyone to pause to take a photo for me--the mood is kinda frantic, which is too bad, cause other people's work is amazing), so they're not great, but they get the idea across.

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So, in the end, here's my two weeks work:

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I also ran about a bit today snapping photos of everyone while they worked, just so I'd have the class:

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Massimo, Italy

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Fillipo, Madrid (originally Sicily)

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Frederic, France

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Claudio, Chile

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Hiro, Tokyo, Japan

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Jean Luc, Switzerland (originally France)

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Jess, Sydney, Australia

It's all been really brilliant. Kinda hard to believe I'm almost done.

Tonight, there's the dinner and Improv Show--If stage fright doesn't kill me, and if I have net access tomorrow night in Bologna, I'll post pictures and a report :).

Wish me luck!