Symbols...
Alright, so ever so happily, in a very ironic "the dog-ate-my-homework" sort of way, (which has happened, by the way)... my digital camera's memory card decided to get corrupted. I snapped shots of stop-signs, bathroom signs, pictures of my sister's batman emblem, superman emblem and recycling bin emblem, which I will upload as soon as I get another memory card and re-shoot. (You have to realize that this excuse is SO bad that I couldn't possibly be lying. I plan on bringing the thing to school as proof.)
For the time being however, for the sake of the assignment, I nevertheless surfed the web for some relevant symbols that I like best, and here's what I came up with.
Anyway, this assignment made me realize to what extent we are surrounded by symbols. I suppose this seems evident, and seems to be the general point of this exercise... but seriously, we are flooded in symbols. Our very language is made of them. Symbols are not universal, however... they are very dependant on cultural background, I realize. I mean, you should have seen some of the "symbols" I saw in Japan. I didn't have a clue, especially when it came to their space-age toilets.
And really... symbols are extremely powerful. They influence our very way of thinking, are part of how we interact with the world. In some sense, symbols are the ultimate interphase. We interact with them without even realizing it. So inherently, whoever controls the symbols.. controls us. Creating a recognizable symbol is the ultimate answer to lasting fame and getting into the history books... I mean, look at the guy who invented the smiley face... the peace symbol. Or this: ^_^
The power of symbols is definately something to be harnessed, I realize, in the art-making process, if one is to make a lasting impression through their work. I can only hope to coming close to it, someday. I don't necessarily want my name to live on... but it would be interesting to leave some sort of cultural mark behind, "to prove I was here", as one of my favorite art teachers once told my class, in reference to the very purpose of art. One can only hope.
Alright, so ever so happily, in a very ironic "the dog-ate-my-homework" sort of way, (which has happened, by the way)... my digital camera's memory card decided to get corrupted. I snapped shots of stop-signs, bathroom signs, pictures of my sister's batman emblem, superman emblem and recycling bin emblem, which I will upload as soon as I get another memory card and re-shoot. (You have to realize that this excuse is SO bad that I couldn't possibly be lying. I plan on bringing the thing to school as proof.)
For the time being however, for the sake of the assignment, I nevertheless surfed the web for some relevant symbols that I like best, and here's what I came up with.
Anyway, this assignment made me realize to what extent we are surrounded by symbols. I suppose this seems evident, and seems to be the general point of this exercise... but seriously, we are flooded in symbols. Our very language is made of them. Symbols are not universal, however... they are very dependant on cultural background, I realize. I mean, you should have seen some of the "symbols" I saw in Japan. I didn't have a clue, especially when it came to their space-age toilets.
And really... symbols are extremely powerful. They influence our very way of thinking, are part of how we interact with the world. In some sense, symbols are the ultimate interphase. We interact with them without even realizing it. So inherently, whoever controls the symbols.. controls us. Creating a recognizable symbol is the ultimate answer to lasting fame and getting into the history books... I mean, look at the guy who invented the smiley face... the peace symbol. Or this: ^_^
The power of symbols is definately something to be harnessed, I realize, in the art-making process, if one is to make a lasting impression through their work. I can only hope to coming close to it, someday. I don't necessarily want my name to live on... but it would be interesting to leave some sort of cultural mark behind, "to prove I was here", as one of my favorite art teachers once told my class, in reference to the very purpose of art. One can only hope.
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