Tag Archives: Art

3D Storybook

5 Feb

Tracy Snelling is amazing. She utilizes familiar scenes to craft realistic models. Her models are more than your average doll house and this piques the curiosity of the individual looking in. Are there tiny people housed in her 3D models? Are her models a mere facade for something more peculiar brewing inside? One can only wonder.

Excerpts from an interview with the artist:

Kirsten Incorvaia: How does the collective consciousness feed into these worlds- are the scenes from our memories, our imaginations, our dreams?

Snelling: I find that the collective conscious often feeds into the interpretation of my work. For the majority of the viewers, there is an idea and memory of a liquor store or a strip club. For instance, a liquor store sculpture can remind someone who grew up in Kentucky of the liquor store down the street, while it reminds another person of a liquor store in Bakersfield. The further away the “location” of the sculpture from the location and culture of where the work is exhibited, the more possibility there is that the viewer thinks of the generic idea of a place, the representations of that place they have seen in film, and their imagination of that place.

Kirsten Incorvaia: In your scenes, film stars and advertisement models take the place of “average people” you might actually find in a liquor store or fast food joint. Are these the only faces that will live on as our generation’s cultural artifacts?

Snelling: Sometimes, the casts in my sculptures are popular actors, but other times they are unknown actors or even myself or my friends. I also use clips of random people from youtube sometimes, which makes an “unknown” person become a “known” person, in a different way. I don’t idolize celebrities in my work though. Rather, I take a celebrity and make him or her a random character.

There seems to be a new trend – the art of miniaturizing.

Personally, I love it. Whilst playing with Polly-Pocket or Lego when I was a kid, I always hoped these tiny models would come alive and start speaking to me. “No country for small men” feeds this childhood fantasy – except these tiny people actually look realistic. It makes me contemplate the possibility of the existence of a tiny human colony existing on the face of our Earth.


Mid-term Catharsis

2 Feb

Art is a Process

“A painting is never finished – it simply stops in interesting places.”- Paul Gardner

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Art makes me feel alive.

2hours and 28 minutes of bliss.

Then, back to school.

Rinse and repeat.

Stasis is a Dream State

22 Jan

“…You come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now you may get the 8 pack, you may get the 16 pack but it’s all in what you do with the crayons – the colors – that you’re given.

Don’t worry about coloring within the lines or coloring outside the lines – I say color outside the lines, you know what I mean? Color all over the page; don’t box me in! We’re in motion to the ocean.”

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Sounds so nice. But urgh i should be working on my assignment, and not getting caught up in this.. delicious dream state.

Why are Softballs so hard

29 Dec

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I am a klutz. Compounded by the fact that Softballs seem mysteriously attracted to me, what results is often laughter or serious indentations.

Sometimes, I joke that I am on this earth to serve as a warning for others and to make them feel better about themselves. In a way, it turns negatives into positives.

If once in a while doing something accidental leads to a few others smiling for a few extra minutes each day, then I’m perfectly fine with it. I believe that the littlest of things can make the biggest difference, even if they are sometimes at the expense of…… yours truly.



18 Dec


“I’m Mickey Mouse. They don’t know who’s inside the suit.”


My alternate reality

1 Dec

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A question.

So what are people supposed to do if they want to avoid a collision (thud!) but still lie in the field, enjoying the clouds drifting by, listening to the grass grow—not thinking, in other words? Sound hard? Not at all. Logically, it’s easy. C’est simple. The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams, and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

In dreams you don’t need to make any distinctions between things. Not at all. Boundaries don’t exist. So in dreams there are hardly any collisions. Even if there are, they don’t hurt. Reality is different. Reality bites.

Reality, reality.

(Haruki Murakami)

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