A SENSE OF PLACE
I'd love for you to reflect here on your museum experience. A thorough reflection that connects the trip to the concept of a sense of place would make a great journal entry for your final product for this unit. Here are some sample questions you could address: How have artists featured at the PMA experimented with different visual arts to express important ideas? (Try to connect those ideas to something we have read in class). How did the composition, color and execution of a particular piece of art that you remember from the PMA inform the narrative implicit therein? (In plain English, how did the piece tell it's story?) Did any of the artist works you observed at the PMA look closely at nature and beyond to understand themselves? In "Moosehunt" or "Walden" did Thoreau do that, too? Did any of the visual art you saw at the PMA have parallels with the Romantic/Transcendental period? Have fun, and remember that if you answer thoughtfully, your answer can count twice for you; once as a blog entry for extra credit, and also as a journal for the mini multi-genre study for this unit!
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Well, I really loved the museum. Although there were some pieces of art I didn't really care for, others were amazing. I realized that to truly understand a painting or to capture the emotion the artist is potraying, you really have to just look at every part and think about art as something other than paint on a canvas or a stunning marble statue, but a story in itself. I really enjoyed the trip, except for our tour guide, she um....kinda didn't let us say much, even when we were the ones noticing the things that were actually the best features of the art....if anyone was with Mrs.V and that other lady you know what i'm talking about. But overall, I really enjoyed it.
The best part that I love about art is the symbolism hidden (or sometimes obvious) within the paintings/sculptures/photographs.
For those of you who have seen the movie "The Da Vinci Code", you might remember this quote in the very beginning of the movie:
"It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words...But what particular words is that picture saying?"
I love this quote; it truly epitomizes the beauty and mystification of art. At the museum, I wish our tour guides would have dissected and picked apart the art more, because the idea of how artists purposefully use colors, objects, postures, etc. to tell a story or make a statement just fascinates me!
I journeyed to the Portland Museum of Art in hopes of seeing art and eating some food, and it did not turn out in a way that I had expected it to turn. First of all, It was a lot different than I thought, but it also was what I expected. I did not expect photos, nor did I expect to see a huge burnt looking wall that represented some seven steps to heaven idea. To me, it resembled some sort of World War Two tank platoon climbing a scorched hillside from afar. I also did not expect to see modern art (which I didn't get a chance to see much of) or an actual museum house setup. But I think that the majority of the museum reflects on what Maine is about. There were many landscape and oceanscapes. My favorite of all had to be fisherman in a boat hauling in a lobster trap. He was before an island that had these black silhouetted trees and the sky, it was amazing. It was sort of geometric in a way. The photography section featured the "real Maine" and the modern art was a sort of foreshadowing of what Maine is becoming. There was a room that reminded me of an antique mall-Furniture, relics, odd pictures cluttered into one space-that was very interesting. The building itself had porthole style windows upstairs that reminded you of something a ship would have. There were these apples protruding out of the wall above the inside entrance that were amazingly real. Apples are another thing that go well with Maine. Speaking of food, we went to the McDonalds which was stationed in the Freeport "designer town". Even the fast food place was cleverly hidden inside an older looking building. I didn’t end up eating any food that day.
I journeyed to the Portland Museum of Art in hopes of seeing art and eating some food, and it did not turn out in a way that I had expected it to turn. First of all, It was a lot different than I thought, but it also was what I expected. I did not expect photos, nor did I expect to see a huge burnt looking wall that represented some seven steps to heaven idea. To me, it resembled some sort of World War Two tank platoon climbing a scorched hillside from afar. I also did not expect to see modern art (which I didn't get a chance to see much of) or an actual museum house setup. But I think that the majority of the museum reflects on what Maine is about. There were many landscape and oceanscapes. My favorite of all had to be fisherman in a boat hauling in a lobster trap. He was before an island that had these black silhouetted trees and the sky, it was amazing. It was sort of geometric in a way. The photography section featured the "real Maine" and the modern art was a sort of foreshadowing of what Maine is becoming. There was a room that reminded me of an antique mall-Furniture, relics, odd pictures cluttered into one space-that was very interesting. The building itself had porthole style windows upstairs that reminded you of something a ship would have. There were these apples protruding out of the wall above the inside entrance that were amazingly real. Apples are another thing that go well with Maine. Speaking of food, we went to the McDonalds which was stationed in the Freeport "designer town". Even the fast food place was cleverly hidden inside an older looking building. I didn’t end up eating any food that day.
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