This is it: thrown to the deep end. Exciting!
The movement that we are going to explore, in our group, is Orphism.
“Orphism or Orphic Cubism, a term coined by the French poet Guillaume Apollinaire in 1912, was an offshoot of Cubism that focused on pure abstraction and bright colours (…) This movement, perceived as key in the transition from Cubism to Abstract art, was pioneered by František Kupka, Robert Delaunay and Sonia Delaunay, who relaunched the use of colour during the monochromatic phase of Cubism.”  (pls see more about Orphism on here).
With the help of one of my fellow colleagues, I had the pictures taken while I was swaying, and planned to cut them and then glue the figurines onto cardboard. One of the tutors, though, suggested I looked for a pattern that was already there, within the pictures, without me having to cut them out. He was right, also because I didn’t have enough time to probably finish the work as I wanted and planned. So, I followed his suggestion and created a frame / support using more cardboard and cut it almost to resemble a metronome (Endless Rhythm). I tried to show in my drawing the rhythm and flowing of Orphism as coming from cubism and turning into Abstract Art, following the steps of Orpheus out of Hades. I used mainly pastels as I found them easier and more apt for the circles and waves I have been drawing, also due to the size of the piece.
SELF • REFL: On Tue morning I found it very difficult to work within a group. We realised very soon that we all preferred to work either in pairs or singularly and it looked that the group split into some organic groups: the boys on one side, the younger girls in another group; two people, unfortunately, joined us only later in the afternoon. Hence, I found myself working alone. I found it more honest for all of us to admit that we were not obliged to work all together, but we could have gone away, made our own piece, and then reconvene and assemble a final piece. I am happy about mine: I recognise my effort, I enjoyed the process of getting lost in making it, I found fascinating seeing how my mind worked from the planning to the delivering. I have been wondering if it was all “too much”: is there a difference between Being You and Showing Off? A line that only the voices in our head tell us not to cross?
I felt sad when I had to leave it there, on the floor, where it still is, and where it was walked on. Does it belong to me, still?
And why does it feel “cheap” and shabby and tawdry when I look at it now?