7- Brady C. Self Portrait

For my self portrait, I knew I wanted to incorporate drawing by subtraction, and also wanted to do some form of my own face, because I feel like I've gotten a lot better at drawing this semester and have never actually drawn myself to any degree of accuracy. At the same time, I didn't want to just do a self portrait- I wanted it to say something more about myself than just my face. I eventually realized that I wanted to do an "old man in the mountain" rendering of my own face. For those of you who don't know, the old man in the mountain is (was) a New Hampshire monument where it looks like an old man's face made of rock sticking out of the mountain (see below). (Unfortunately, due to weathering and erosion and whatnot, he fell off a few years ago and now it's just a cliff...) Anyway, I used to ski on the backside of the same mountain that he 'lived' on, and drove by him every weekend during the winter for 4 years of my life and many other trips to NH, and I felt that he was a really cool natural monument that spoke a lot about the beauty of nature. I also feel that my face is way more beautiful than his, so that just makes the whole monument that much better (jk).

Old Man in the Mountain:

New Man in the Mountain:

6 - Emily Gilbert: Derive

sorry for the delay! my computer hates me...

these should match up with some of Alex's haikus

brady c. 6: derive

So Ramya and I set out on our derive at the Rock and followed a path that eventually got us to the little park next to the river. It had a great feel to it, almost like we were drawn to it. After the park we crossed the street, and the buildings were very tall and intimidating and it seemed like they were aligned in such a way as to keep us out. So we literally walked up a street and turned around. The river and surrounding parks were a big part of our derive- I felt like the river was somewhat of a 'centerline' of the city. Anyway below is the map of our derive, with a few drawings and sketches trying to express what we felt/the psychogeographical (?) outlines of the city.

Reflections : Katherine J.

Dusky reflections of two (too?) tall
In blown glass panes
Peek inside rooms full of empty.
(Gingerbread houses are yummy but I’m not hungry anymore.)

Light tripping on a stairway of rooftops
One thousand miles of clapboard siding
(This is New England, after all.)

1812? You say old, I say young.
Lost? Not yet—
Just wandering a crooked path between perhapses.

Are we there yet?
(I thought it was right around the corner…)

Stop. Drop. Roll.
Jeans wet from evening’s sweaty palms
Arms cold from ocean’s whispering breath
(Your) Impenetrable façade
Contours catching shadows
(I can see the stars.)

Another question:
How do we get back to where we were before?

Mia: unDERIVEable

Kerry M - Derive

6 - Lydia Yamaguchi - Want to go for a Derive?

We started out. We soon found ourselves...on a roof.

There was an amazing old house down the street.

The previous two pictures are of the same street, taken from the same street corner, facing in opposite directions. The neighborhoods were only separated by the street but seemed worlds apart.

This tree and house seemed out of place in the neighborhood, as did the truck in the driveway.