Last night I was hanging out with a new friend, whom described their first impression of me as being "Type A Personality". I hadnt heard this before specifically about me, so I looked it up on wikipedia.. it made me laugh, the impression was pretty dead on.
Type A individuals can be described as impatient, time-conscious, controlling, concerned about their status, highly competitive, ambitious, business-like, aggressive, having difficulty relaxing; and are sometimes disliked by individuals with Type B personalities for the way that they're always rushing. They are often high-achieving workaholics who multi-task, drive themselves with deadlines, and are unhappy about delays. Because of these characteristics, Type A individuals are often described as "stress junkies."
oh well, I am trying to detox from full time school and full time job for the rest of the month of May. Maybe I will be more joyful and laid back. I hope so. Last night the MICA Jewelry Center had its open house, and asked me to set up my mock Thesis presentation. Here are some photos from it:
Conception Shell Box
The sperm are swimming into the center of the ovary (shell)
I just made the stand for this a few days ago.
One of the mock-ups for the Womb Belt.
This is covered with Red Seaweed from the South Pacific.
Layout
the painting hanging is called "The Work of Forgetting"
Womb Belt
This is red silk, covered with purple wax
Womb Belt #2
This is silk covered with Bee's Wax.
Artist Statement:
As a young girl I collected the scraps of my experiences in my father’s empty cigar boxes. I did not understand why I was doing this; only that it was my nature of the artist within. The boxes contained my secrets of childhood, adolescence, and coming of age. The textures of every facet in each box tell one story. The most influential experience I endured was of my pregnancy and subsequent miscarriage. I was an 18 year old, upper class, beautiful, white girl. My family’s health insurance did not cover the unexpected pregnancy; the only option was to apply for welfare. The societal, cultural, and medical environment that followed over the next three months were jarring to my conscious privileged upbringing. In this artwork I expose what the secrets from that time were, and what it was like to hide them. The remnants of this story: the drawings, feelings, and dialogs lie within different artistic renderings of containment. The father of my child, 16 years old at the time, tells his story in collaboration with my visual artwork. This body of work tells the universal story that is swept under the rug in every social realm. The plague of teenage pregnancy hits every group and context of people, but not everyone willingly accepts or recognizes the affects it has on both the mother and father of the miscarried child.
