Reading gives solace
Poetic injustices
The death of us all
Theory of Me
This piece was created using the Terminal and was written in Python 3.6. In it, I discuss my place in the world and my relationship to it.
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Noise assists calmness
Silence inhibits madness
My contradiction
During my walks to and from places, I like to listen to music which lately has been in the genre of noise. On Monday, I forgot my headphones and was forced to walk and work without the aid of background music, which I ended up enjoying.
Large Scale Drawings
These are some large scale drawings of the sculpture that my group has done.
Sculpture and Sound
The sculpture made from the museum installation along with the sound that goes with it.
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The fog over the lake hides many things from us
What is inside of it?
What should we make of it?
I don’t know
Beyond it is a hill
What is on the other side?
Should I check to see?
I don’t know
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I saw a tree
In the tree was a bird
Under the bird was a nest
In the nest was children
The children were screaming for their mother
Their mother came to feed them worms
The worms knew not of what was happening
I think I’m one of those worms
Sound Drawing 9/21
For this deep listening piece, I kept thinking of sound waves. I heard lots of different noises while it was “silent” and wanted to visualize it as a conflict between the waves. It made me think of what it really means to be silent and not hear anything at all.
Review Collection Installation
My group and I believe that our display was mainly about the aesthetics of what we found. For the table in the middle, we created a sort of fenced in area and utilized the negative space to make each piece stand out. We also had each object have a story to go along with it, as each piece we believed could stand on its own. I believe the main concept behind the piece was our collaboration as a group. Each person contributed to adding themselve into it and by having everything both separate and together at the same time, we are able to show each of ourselves in the display.
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I was driving to class this week one morning when I noticed the fog was very thick. It made me think about how in the beginning, everything seems fuzzy, but as you progress through whatever it is that you’re doing everything starts to become clear. It doesn’t matter what it is, an art piece you’re working on, a story you want to write, or even life, nothing is going to be clear at first. Eventually during my drive, the fog started to clear up and became the perfect metaphor that I was looking for that day. I wish I took a picture but that would’ve been reckless. Perhaps next time I will, but I don’t know if I actually will.
Sam Schultheis 