Project 3- Poetry Book Visualization. My major is Art Education. I am a transfer student with 78 credits, so I am either a Sophomore or Junior, I guess. I have always been interested in creating in a variety of media, from needlecraft, to paint, to clay, and beyond. My experience in Digital Art is limited to slightly fixing photographs on HP Photoshop and Zoombrowser software that came with my Canon digital camera.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009. Monday, April 20, 2009. Sunday, April 19, 2009. Tuesday, April 14, 2009. Select a word from the list on the class site and create an image that represents its meaning using type as THE visual element. I first typed out the word in Adobe Illustrat.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009. Monday, April 13, 2009. I was a little nervous once I found out we were going to Dia Beacon because I heard most of the art work there was the stuff we learned in our conceptual studio class. I personally do not like learning about Conceptual Art but I actually really enjoyed the trip. There were some pieces that I was confused about but I found a lot of pieces that I really liked. Saturday, April 4, 2009.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009. Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep. Sunday, April 19, 2009. Tuesday, April 14, 2009. Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep. Do not stand at my grave and weep,. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush,. I am the swift, uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am not there, I do not sleep.

Thursday, May 7, 2009. I illustrated all of images in my project on Adobe Illustrator using a pen pad. I did not have any read trouble with it. If anything, I thought I made the refrigerator a little sloppily. All in all, I was happy about the way my illustrator drawings came out. I am proud of my final result. Tuesday, April 21, 2009. Monday, April 6, 2009. Bear In There by Shel Silverstein.

Monday, April 13, 2009. Monday, April 6, 2009. Poetry Project Poem and Idea. A girl with a backpack on a cellular phone sighs;. Between the exhale and the first consonant. A van barrels through her. What the boy thinks, his line slipping from her voice,. His slurred thoughts slobbering over motives,. Why she decided suddenly to leave him. The phone yelps angrily from under a bus,.