New Year – New Outlook
Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010 | LIFE, MAIN, STUDIES, STUDIO 566 | No Comments
ok. stay tuned.
CREATIVITY 39 – HONORABLE MENTION
Wednesday, September 30th, 2009 | STUDIO 566 | 1 Comment
CREATIVITY 39 - HONORABLE MENTION
PENNY COLLINS NAMED HONORABLE MENTION WINNER IN THE COMMERCIAL ILLUSTRATION CATEGORY FOR THE 39th ANNUAL CREATIVITY AWARDS
TOLEDO, OHIO – OCTOBER 1, 2009 – The 39th Annual Creativity Awards, today named Penny Collins of Adventures in Advertising /Diversified Apparel Sylvania as the Honorable Mention winner in the Commercial Illustration Category.
A full list of 39th Creativity Annual Awards winners can be found at:
http://www.creativityawards.com/past_competition.html/winners39/CAA39 winners.pdf.
This year, judges from some of the United States’ most prestigious design firms evaluated the work produced by their peers and students.
The 39th Annual Creativity Awards received thousands of entries from 37 countries and 37 U.S. states. The competition showcases work from around the globe in the Annual Book published after the close of each year’s competition and sold in bookstores around the world.
Ms Collins was surprised but grateful that her work is being recognized by one the world’s most prestigious competitions. “Many talented artists work and live in Northwest Ohio and I’m honored to be counted among them.”
About The Creativity Annual Awards:
Established in 1970, The Creativity Annual Awards is based in Louisville, KY and is one of the longest running independent international advertising and graphic design competitions in the world. A print, web, advertising and media design competition, each year the judges choose the best from all over the world to be reproduced in the 400-page Creativity Awards Annual Book.
MAIKO
Gris Grimly and Me
Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 | STUDIES | 2 Comments
My first assignment in graphic illustration is to do an illustration from a photograph I have taken based on the style of a famous illustrator.
I chose Gris Grimly.
Lance & Katie ala Grimly
And the professor said:
This is awesome, Penny. You did a good job of referencing Grimly while still creating something that is obviously your own.
*whew*
Back to the land of the living…
Sunday, August 23rd, 2009 | LIFE | No Comments
Tomorrow I return to work.
In the meantime, I have been drawing and sketching and arting and loving.
It really isn’t such a bad existance. But there is so much more I want.
Just Breathe…
Sunday, August 2nd, 2009 | LIFE | No Comments
Here in town you can tell he’s been down for a while,
But my God it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles…
Isn’t it odd how someone can not be anywhere near you, not be speaking with you, possibly not even thinking of you – and yet they are so locked in your heart it is as if they are standing right beside you and you feel their very breath on the hairs of your neck?
At the same time, you can be in the same room with someone – or even the same bed – and it feels as if there is a desert between you. My god I hate that feeling. It is so lonly and desolate.
“O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you’ve missed.“The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead.”
~ w h auden
I sometimes wonder if I am living in a fantasy of some sort. Everything seems make-believe. Even if something is real – someone somewhere is pretending to feel or be something they are not. I guarantee it. Why, yes… I *am* cynical, why do you ask?
I wonder… if when people stand on the edge of a cliff… being so very high up and looking so far down — if anyone wants to jump just because of the awe of it. Or just to feel what it is like to be that free. I think I am afraid to feel that free.
I think I am afraid to feel.
Yet a crazy love envelopes me like a warm feather blanket. I fear intimacy. I fear love. I fear losing my mind due to all of the above. I fear I might disappear BECAUSE of these things. So I box with shadows and chase ghosts who seem to be as lost as I am. There is nothing more painful than these.
Have you ever seen a caged animal suddenly have their cage door open – then they don’t go toward freedom? I have. How long does it take the human animal to come to that point in their existence? I know why the caged bird sings.
… a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing… ~Angelou~
We are only one blip on the radar in the big scheme of things. Why do we become so complacent in these situations that become the chapters that become the empy volumes of our lives?
Is it possible to be near the center of someone’s universe one day and then the next be completely invisible? Oh my GOD yes. Does someone denying your existance make you invisible?
I do exist. I have 200 FaceBook friends – I must exist. I remember stumbling down the stairs and crying crying crying
I exist. I exist. I exist.
There’s a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
But you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
These mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe,
just
breathe.
I can’t just turn around.
It’s too late to stop now…
STUDIO566 UPDATE
Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | STUDIO 566 | 1 Comment
1. Dramatis Personae received another recognition: 4th Place in the International Christian Art Competition (Stephen Sawyers’ baby).
2. I was accepted into the TYPE BASED GALLERY:
http://www.typebased.com/gallery/penny-collins/
(You can give me stars and commentary!)
3.I have 4 pieces at the ART PAD GALLERY, LLC in Columbus, Ohio. They will be showing until December 2009.
4969 North High Street, Columbus Ohio 43214
614.888.8966
Open 12ish-6ish pm Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday (or call for appointment)
http://www.artpadgallery.com/Home_Page.html
That’s it for now…
Maiko
Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | STUDIO 566 | No Comments
I spent this entire weekend with my neglected girl. I believe she is finished (some tweaking aside, I mean). Here she is. I have been staring at this one non stop for hours on end. At one point I totally dorked something and had to go back and redo, but frustration builds character, right?
I am not sure what I am walking out with this – a Maiko being a Geisha in training (Maiko’s have the white make-up). I wish I had as much talent, intelligence and class. I am not sure if this piece reflects the bittersweetness I tried to communicate. In fact, I only know I was attracted to the concept of the Maiko and the painted mask. “Dance Girl”….
I lost some hours of my life on this – but I have looked at it so much I have no opinion of her any longer. Perhaps some distance… then I’ll be ready to commit. *snort*
WTF – The Daily Question I ask Myself…
Monday, June 22nd, 2009 | LIFE, STUDIES | No Comments
Every day. WTF? I am not sure what the hell I am doing or am about anymore. Having said that… I was granted an “A” in Art History (good Lord I thought I would kill myself in that class).
I feel like a walking dichotomy – or hypocrisy – but I do not feel like a conundrum. Maybe I should stick to becoming a walking tirade. I will burn more calories that way. Maybe my face would clear up.
I am getting new ink soon. I also had a piece of one of my teeth chip off right at the gumline. This is from years of clenching my jaw… the basic manifestation of my utter hatred towards humanity. Let’s see… tattoo or dental work… hmmmm.
Here is what I am starting with:
I am having Miss Blue work her majik on this idea. It will end up being a V shape on the small of my back. Yes, I finally am getting my tramp stamp.
http://www.evillittleblue.com/
You met me at a very strange time in my life.
Thursday, June 4th, 2009 | LIFE | No Comments
The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.
It is a very strange time, is it not?
I received an email today. A very philosophical email about the universe and its unfolding and refolding. I get many philosophical and spiritual and religious emails. I just don’t read them. If only I could get the universe to fold that laundry that has been sitting in baskets for 2 weeks now. But I digress…
I ran across this line: Because I cannot control the universe and attempting to will kill me.
What I read:
Because I cannot control the universe attempting to kill me.
Is that is what is happening? How many times can I use an Infinitive > Irregular Verb (To be) in a sentence? Why do I even *know* that “is” is an irregular verb? Isn’t it? I can barely remember why I had to learn that. It had to do with diagnostic linguistics and American Sign Language. I am TRYING desperately to FORGET why I learned American Sign Language.
And there is the theme of my life: THINGS ARE OK – SOMETHING STUPID HAPPENS – TRY TO FORGET AND PRETEND IT’S OK AGAIN
Why do I sit at work and just stare out the window? I can’t even see above my desk – I have to stare at a haze of gray blue that is the sky between broken blinds. Why is it the mega church can’t buy new blinds for these windows? I can see the top of one parking lot light and a rectangular cinder block column. I’m in a pit of black lacquer and technology looking past cinder blocks. If I stretch, I can see the top of a satellite dish. We use that to broadcast prayers heavenward. Wouldn’t it be a bitch if God didn’t have cable?
Why have I been daydreaming a lot? The phone just rang and scared the shit outta me. They may find me one day soon curled up under this black lacquer desk dead of a heart attack because of this damned phone. Then the people in charge of stripping me down for the coroner will have a chuckle at my giant granny panties. I’ll go out with people looking at my tattoos and laughing. Please cover my feet though. They are always cold. Of course, where I am headed, that might not be a problem.
Hire a crier for my funeral too. I want to at least give the illusion someone actually loved me. And I want balloons. Red ones. Filled with helium and tied to my crotch. It’s cinematic symbolism. Look it up. I have already requested the giant phallus as my grave marker. It’s Freudian. Look it up. Write ANIMA on the phallus. It’s Jungian. Look it up.
Lady of the Wild Things never did have a happy ending but she gave quite a few.
O… I like that. It’s Goddess symbolism. Look it up.
The History of Art History
Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009 | Uncategorized | No Comments
A week or so ago, out of complete frustration of being so completely challenged – I wrote Dr. Steven Golan a relply that went to the effect of:
One day, as God as my witness, I will turn in an assignment in which you will respond simply: “Well done.” It may not be in our lifetime so I’m just giving you a heads-up.
The next unit is on Early Christian and Byzantine art. This is my “tour.”
http://ohioart2.com/art/COLLINS_Wk3A2.doc
THE RESPONSE:
Hi Penny. You made my day with your tour (and it is actually my birthday today, so that is something). It is so good to see that you have really fallen for early Christian art (just kidding). It is great to see, however, that you appreciate is as a reflection of the historical period and not just something to be loathed (too much). I especially appreciate your stylistic and iconographic contrast between the Classical tradition and Early Christian art. This is where we see an incredibly close connection between the function of art and the culture that influenced it (really the underlying premise of this course). I think some people get too wrapped up in being anti-Christian that they tend to ignore this basic concept. However, once you look objectively, Early Christian art is just another period that displays a marked change from an earlier tradition. So, OK, here it is: Great job!
…. Great job!
And now – to do it again.