What do you do when you have an abundance of artwork and you want to name each piece. I haven’t done any research on the topic and I don’t really plan to, but I am curious as to whether out of all the artist out there, do they name each piece of art they produce.
For me, when I’m done with one, a name just pops into my head right away. Other times I may have a string of artwork that is in line as a category. In that scenario, I may start with letters or a phrase and add numbers at the end. I’m not sure if that is a logical approach but it surely simplifies the need for naming an abundance of works on the table.
As an example, I have some designs that are incorporated using isometrics. So I had the idea to use the first four letters of isometric.
I’m sure someone will look at these and a name could possibly come to mind and that’s fine and dandy, but when I was working on these on a daily basis ISOM was so easy.
Now the following piece, when finished did have a name come to me.
Why that name? Abstract was the first thing that popped when I looked at it and then I thought, nah too obvious, it needs something else. Abstractivido, yes.
I have plans for more of this type of design and naming them will be an event all its own.
I have been wanting to post for a few days now and I have talked myself out of it several times. No, this won’t be a boo hoo, sad sob post, but an acknowledgement. One that I have known for as long as I can remember. It’s in the title of the post.
As an example.
On some of my morning walks, I walk past a construction site. Right around Thanksgiving, I’m walking and look up and noticed pumpkins on top of a hill. The type of hill that is formed at a lot of sites as they move soil in preparation for the work, or soil that is hauled in.
Now, for one of the things I’m really bad at, not capturing the moment, I smiled and kept walking and for several days since. But as December rolled in, something must have dropped on my head because I took a couple photos.
It seems different now than when I first spotted them up there and could be why I’ve talked myself out of writing the post. But what I find more intriguing is the fact that either these construction workers put them up there or someone else did and they are still there.
In the end, it’s really nothing but pumpkins on a hill at a construction site. But at the same time, it really is…something.
I recently came across this photograph by way of my Google+ stream courtesy of Anissa Mayhew who shares a lot of nice pictures on her stream from other members.
I don’t know what it was about this photo but I was impelled to write a poem about it.
To give you a heads up, this is the first of more to come in a series I’m calling: A Blogger’s Pic In Poetry.
I’m not sure where I will find them or how often I will see a poem in a photo, but when I do, it will be included in the series.
I will say that I have spent some time on Daniel Plumer’s Google+ page and I have four poems from some of his photographs. This is the first and I will post the rest in the order that I viewed and wrote the poem for each one.