I did a performance piece for my visual concepts class. I had the class write down a confession, we mixed them up, then went out to the Union Garage and screamed them through a megaphone. It was amazing. These are a few of my favorite confessions. Enjoy. :)
This close up, the body is presented without context, de-sexualizing what might otherwise be considered intimate.
This is my final product for a class assignment. We were told to find elements (line, color, etc) and pair them up in four sets that work together as a whole. I wanted to focus on the lines created by the body as well as a blanket, and how innocent the intimacy can be when the viewer doesn’t know the context of what they’re looking at.
This is the reason people currently recognize my school’s name. It’s an embarrassment. It almost makes me ashamed to tell people that I’m a student at this amazing university because once I drop the name Towson, people think of this racist fuckwad and his band of ignorant turds. Those speaking out in this documentary against the WSU, calling them out on all the fucked up things they believe in, especially the man at 16:10, make me proud.