smith college art

So, I know I post a lot about me being depressed and complaining about life. I’ve wanted to post about this for awhile because it hits me ever so often and it makes me feel so unbelievably amazing and confident.

When I was in fifth or fourth grade, my mom started taking me to a judo class in Florence. I liked Judo a lot, because it wasn’t about direct strength. It was using your opponent’s weight and body against them. As a small but stout and solid person, judo was fucking perfect for me.

My mother liked to come up with different routes home, always looking for the most efficient route home. She plans for things like traffic lights, left turns, etc. I’ve realized this is how I drive as well. Eventually, her route settled on leaving Florence via Elm St in Northampton.

One night she points across the street to a bunch of houses and goes, “You know, college students live in those houses.”

“What college students?”

“Smith College students.”

And every night after, when we passed those houses, I thought of the college students living in the houses, going to class. I had no clue what kind of college Smith was at that time, but I always envisioned women.

I began to notice a huge modern building on right side of the road as we’d drive into Northampton. Students were in this building awfully late at night. Huge modern windows revealed the students working so diligently on their work.

Their artwork, I began to notice.

And every time we passed that building, I kept wishing to myself, that I could be an art student in that building. Working late at night.

And guess what?

I am an art student who works in that building late at night. I’m an art student who misses the studio spaces. I completed a very important dream of mine, a dream that I never thought I’d be able to follow because “art isn’t going to get you a job.”

I guess I mostly wanted to post this because I spend a lot of time beating myself up for stupid stuff all the time, yet I haven’t given myself much time to celebrate getting someplace in life that I never thought I’d reach in a million years.

And yet here I am.

And I fucking love what I’m doing in the Smith College Art Department. I’m proud of my major decision and I don’t regret my major declaration in the slightest.


Exploring Archi-Textural Space

Anthony Vidler suggests in his essay, “Spatial Violence,” that transparent and hygienic spaces are responses to a fear of “darkened spaces, of the pall of gloom which prevents the full visibility of things, men and truths.” By making things more visible we eased the anxiety that the invisible brought us. We put giant windows on our walls and made our interior spaces more open. We reduced the potential for darkness. Philip Johnson’s Glass House is constructed of glass walls, the best windows you can get, making the interior completely visible and open. But the Glass House is limited in its construction. It remains cut off, even though it appears open. It cannot be opened except for a door.

I constructed my project with limitations. I looked through an archive of film, looking for architectural or textural spaces that were abstracting out of context. Spaces that spoke about visibility, transparency, and darkness. Then I shot film to try to capture these ideas of space. I thought of how we view the spaces and how we view ourselves in the spaces. What feelings do these spaces recall? Are we exposed and vulnerable? Does the invisible in the darkness make us uneasy? Or are we curious to find out more about these darkened, abstract spaces?


Do women have to be naked to get into the Met. Museum?

Ask the Guerrilla Girls, who visited Smith this past semester and whose research suggests that “less than 5% of the Modern Artist sections are women but 85% of the nudes are female”

yo guys i saw my adviser at his show yesterday and we talked about the cool transformative aspects of the work and how it reaches this moment where you’re not quite sure if the tattoos are coming to life or not because so much information is removed that’s influencing how we view the movements

basically just go see The Beastiary in the Oresman Gallery, it’s there until the 31st

we also talked about really cool art things and art classes and how he wants me to take photo II next semester with him (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Go to the Museum by Yourself

Winter has descended upon Smith College. The campus is barren and the houses are more or less empty aside from the bundled few here for winter term. The academic spaces are exceptionally quiet. While the campus is entirely yours, go to the museum by yourself. It is an ideal place to pause and reflect (not to mention thaw…). The reinstalled galleries are especially majestic in the silvery winter light. So take some time to stand alone and lose yourself in the art. It is a luxury to spend a day or just an afternoon cultivating a rich and uniquely personal relationship with an art object. Take advantage of having the time and the space to inspect a painting closely and a sculpture from afar. Take advantage of the opportunity to critique an exhibition, a work of art, or an artist. Take advantage of the ability to form independent opinions and see our collection in a new or different light. The museum is yours to discover so take advantage of the privilege to explore it in your own way and on your own time.


In Pursuit, senior exhibition, featuring works such as To-Do, Residue of Emotional Moments, and Rituals.

Here’s my artist statement for the show:

I work primarily in painting and photography, as well as installation, printmaking, and sculpture. I create work that addresses elements such as exposure, representation, and the body. My work is often personal and deals with intimate moments in my life. The pieces in the show grapple with concepts of memory and personal spaces.
My first project, Rituals, is a book of photographs of self-portraits of myself performing banal, everyday routines. The photographs are shot over the duration of the semester, demonstrating the repetition behind these actions. The idea is to create an intimate space between the viewer and subject (me), where they can begin to think critically of their own day-to-day life.
In my second project, To Do, I aimed to capture the chaotic nature of my organizational habits. Scribbled post-it notes have been gathered from throughout the school year, sewn together to create a web. The tangled mess represents how these tasks or post-it notes are mentally conceptualized in the mind of the artist, who suffers from a variety of mood/emotional disorders, including ADHD.
Residue of Emotional Moments, the third project, explores the idea of what remains after emotional or psychological experiences. These residues exist in our lives and remind us of what has passed. Some of these residues are permanent, while others can be easily washed away. The large, photographic prints call attention to the small details in the images, such as the fine hairs along the scar.
I have been influenced by artists such as Adrian Piper and Nan Goldin. I have worked with the idea of photographing the self at specific moments, as Piper has done with her work Food for Spirit. My work is also influenced by diaristic photographers, photographers who take photos on an almost daily basis and capture moments in their lives, creating visual diaries. I believe that I am creating my own visual diary, an index of moments in my life.