Stephanie Staup

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DAI Roman Bust experience

An empty room of ancient Greek marbles, unguarded, and my permeable inspiration waiting to be molded. And it was shaped a bit that day, for when I glanced in the room I saw Him. Yes, Him with a capital H, because he was and never was human, nor a remake of human, but a standard of otherworldly orientation, he was, quite organic, VERY lifelike in size and stature, but still Greek stylized. Big nose and deep, hollow eyes. We stood face to face.

I took a glance left, then a quick look right. Left again. No one. That gaze mimicked every other Greek marble, yes, but His was different; the expression and lowset brow bones. dita sulla pelle di pietra. I stroked it and Jet black lightning struck down my spine- 5 layers of chills outlined goosebumps on my arms.

A glance to the left.

My eyes worked over the details of his ears. La sua testa. Maxilla. Zygomatic arch. Curious, gentle hands following.

A glance to the right.

He was venturing into something so deep in myself I never knew existed, undiscovered until now. Hollowed pupils and parted lips. I cocked my head and leaned in closer- yet another blast of romance and emotion. Pride and humiliation at the same time. I was so close, I had expected that kissing scent, like that smell when you’re kissing someone, but of course it wasn’t there. 
My heart drooped at this, and it was quite amusing.

I felt relieved. Revived in this ancient art work. I was in love, not with Him himself, but what he helped me see. Like I was turned inside out and all the muck spread on the spotless tiles.

But I was discovered. “… uhhh, Steph, what are you doing?” Lydia was standing there for a while.
“Nothing”

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Sketches to music

 

 

 

 

 

So I’ve been struggling with art a little bit lately, and I wanted to utilize my subconscious, intuition and my imagination all at the same time. These are short, 3-5 minute sketches made while listening to experimental music. In other words, this is what the music looks like in my head. A Youtube link to the corresponding song is posted after the picture, none of which I own.Image

Haunted Hotel Beat- Jaytram

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False Astronomy- Mister Lies

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Take Time- Low Leaf

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Alarma- Machinedrum

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Too Long at the Fair- Teebs

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Signs and Wonders- Kona Triangle

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Soarin’- Sinitus Tempo

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Bass Spalls- Heyoka
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And We Gonna (Samiyam Chopsticks Remix)- Shigeto

A creature of the war, you areTo kill

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A creature of the war, you are
To kill with such audacity, 
And prey on me, I must deplore
Shows lack of your sagacity

My Heart

ImageMy heart is but a fishing bobber:
Pallid and crimson, split in color.
When casted from pole, to sea, or lake
or pond, perhaps. 
Floating uneasy atop the drift, 
To billow in ripple; bobbing over forgotten wakes.

To reel it in would be a lost cause
Because one would save a thing if it were drowning
But for what? For what?
To save my bobber heart from drowning? Why?

 

I can pinpoint the date I lost my Christian faith

April 3, 2009
North Carolina, six more hours to go
     Death is inevitable.
     I repeat this in my head whenever I’m travelling. My weight is being moved at seventy a mile. I’m not home; I’m not on my land. 
     Yet, what is staying on my land uncomfortable comfort zone compared to the pride of experience and the gain of knowledge? Balance? Status quo? What is having land if your land isn’t blessed?
     Moving only makes sense for someone who is Godless: seeking for a spiritual power and failing, then immaturely crying over the inability to find what they once had. Those who are foreign to this social belonging shouldn’t be. The grass doesn’t grow long enough for the cows to feed without the sun. The heart doesn’t grow warm enough to house the Holy Spirit without those doubts. Right?
     I’ve always been a young woman of pride- pride for my work and pride for my home. Pride houses my comfort, but could my pride of knowing persist somewhere outside of my land? My comfort zone? My state?
     Nothing would ever happen if my ultimate truths changed. If I expand my knowledge and my mind, the sun will wash over the rolling hills as it always has. The blades of grass will grow taller. The cows would be grazing.
     If nature’s course would take my life, nothing would happen. The beauty would still glisten over the Carolinas.
     And, if I would perish in accepted reasonings, my land would still saturate in the Holy Spirit I have been unable to accept for some years. My roof would still be shrouded in peaceful benedictions. My windows- glazed in echoes of prayer. 
     If I would die, my pride of knowing the answer to the ultimate question would fall with me. 
     That’s why I can’t navigate what isn’t my fault. My hands cannot labor what isn’t learned and what isn’t learnable. My heart can’t change its facts as my mind does everyday; Like it ever was created to do so. 
     I justified this by making up my mind and deciding it was my fault. I must have did something to change my thinking patterns. Having an answer should erase the scribbles of other opportunities and reasons why. Jesus, I’m thinking like a seven year old. 
     If my pride and spirituality can balance each other out one day, I can make anywhere my home. I can be at peace with my new knowledge and experiences as well as moving on from my young life and being content with not knowing all the answers to life’s questions. I’ll start growing a confidence tree for my major life decisions. I’ll stop thinking like a seven year old. I’ll finally move on.

December 15, 2008

The final day the Earth stood still
Illuminated shine, 
A Priestess then had told the shrill,
The shrieking paradigm;

“For you hath sinned against God’s will
And punish you he must!”
“Confess! Confess! Immoral thrills
and unforgotten lust!”

“Now is time!” she preached to them,
“So climb into my hands!”
As if she knew what wrath would stem
In these, his restless lands

So in they climbed, their feet and palms
Were hanging off the side;
So quietly they read their psalms
And followed unknown guide

So smart the people must have lived
To have her fail and still forgive

I discovered the secret of how to make my colors realistic on accident-
I’m making the choice not to explore it- I feel like I … I’m not ready yet.Image

The Stories Behind Dayton’s Masterpieces

The Stories Behind Dayton’s Masterpieces

In the Dayton Art Institute, the historical treasures hanging for all to see not only display the artists masterwork, but reveal a glimpse of that era’s contribution towards the growth and prosperity of the human race; stories that, if attempted to be written down, could not carry the magnitude of the human spirit as mightily as the tapestries, paintings and other works we art historians study today.

The Dayton Art Institute displays one of those particularly important stories for the growth of mankind (the birth of humanism) with realistic sculpture studies of the human form created by Greek peoples during the 4th century Classical Era (198).

Portrait Head of a Man, found in room 220- Ancient Art, number 1952.34 is a great example of this achievement. Estimated to have been created circa 300 B.C.E., Portrait Head of a Man not only exemplifies the change in perspective towards the power of the human being, but also the growth of Greek sculptors’ skills and adroitness with their works during this time period. The Artisan(s) responsible for bringing this piece to life creatively carved the head out of slightly translucent marble, mimicking the properties of very smooth human flesh. Interestingly enough, Portrait Head of a Man’s surface appears to shimmer slightly, accentuating the highlighted planes under the spotlight above.

If the medium wasn’t human enough, the realism found in this piece really makes the works come to life. Detailed with careful strokes, the life size sculpture expresses accurate Greek facial features (large nose, prominent jaw line) while experimenting with nearly-there proportions. The eyes, protruding from the face and lacking detail, are slightly larger than real life, demonstrating the Greek importance of them as vital communication tools.

And, I’d like to point out, that it was quite difficult not to touch and accidentally yellow the surface of the marble with skin oils just because it holds such lifelike qualities. The sculpture could be described resonating a social and emotional aura as a living human being would, striving to communicate with members of the audience who hold the ability to listen.

While the Dayton Art Institute holds Portrait Head of a Man responsible for telling the story of humanistic growth, the DAI reveals a plethora of works telling stories of the western Christianity movement and religious achievements, created by artisans to please their god and their god’s peoples. These pieces not only use religious symbolism to tell anecdotes of religious happenings, but also express the passion mankind has for it’s idea of the afterlife.
One of the religious icons “The Archangel Michael Slaying the Dragon” sculpture depicts the heroic battles of“[the] Protector of the Chosen, who defends his people from Satan and conducts their souls to God” (334). Found in room 220- Mid-evil, number 1973.88, the Archangel thunders the glory of the protector and symbolically proclaims the victory of the church’s eternal struggle with evil (Michael) over the devil (the dragon) (334). Estimated to have been created circa 1510-30 C.E., the Archangel is a wall-hanging piece with a flat back, constructed of marble with traces of paint, mostly chipped off.

What really expresses the emotional movement of the piece is the portrayal of the hero and his nemesis, taking into account his stance, wardrobe, and a blatant sense of hierarchical scale. Michael, once heroically yielding a sword to slay the monster, is fully armored in Gothic-style shields and declares his power by standing much taller than the dragon, towering at it’s mercy. The Dragon, surrealistically depicted, has webbed hands, a very bony spine with vertebrae sticking out, dramatic horns atop it’s forehead, and a large, unrealistic mouth threatening attack towards the Protector of the Chosen.

One of the most vital religious aspects of this piece is the ability to reach humanity on an spiritual level; to “speak to those who almost intuitively understand their suggestive form of communicating” (334). In other words, this piece could be used as a communication tool between the peoples and their god. The Archangel, with it’s bold, easily understandable message of victory could be used by the people of the church to communicate jubilance and exultation to their god.

When these two pieces and their stories are studied side by side, the differences between the two are most easily observable; stylistically, context-wise, intended purpose of the piece, how the works stands on it’s own, and other variants between the two are blatantly obvious. For example, the full human figure/form of The Archangel contrasts the bust-only cranial quality of Portrait Head of a man, while the bust is intended to sit on a flat surface and The Archangel is to be hung on a wall. The contrast between use of space also differentiates the pieces from each other: the Head lacking grounds as a bust and The Archangel expressing a horizon line, hierarchical scale, and an overall grand scheme that captures the eye and systematically moves it about the piece.

The difference between the humanistic significance of Portrait Head of a Man and the religious importance behind The Archangel Michael Slaying a Dragon also have conflicting purposes: Portrait Head ultimately glorifying the discoveries of western man and serving as a study tool of human anatomy, versus The Archangel displaying upbeat religious propaganda to the people of the church while symbolically being religious icon in which man can use the piece as a communication tool for themselves and their god. Also, not to mention the pieces were created over two millenia apart from each other.

But, as all great art historians know, the stories behind each piece in a western historical collection of works can all be connected in some shape or form. In The Portrait Head and The Archangel’s case, similarity of the portrayal of beauty, sculpting material, and the overall triumphant attitude of the work compares these two differing stories in time. While The Portrait Head exclaims yet another achievement of the human race (the ability to mimic the realism of their own appearance), The Archangel roars the church victorious over evil in the same reverberating human spirit.

The most interesting connection between Portrait Head of a Man and The Archangel Michael Slaying a Dragon is the influence of the Greek style: curly, stylized hair, the armor draping off the body in Greek elegance, The Archangel portrayed as young, physically fit and muscular, I.E. the Greek’s attitude toward strength and human perfection (lecture notes). These pieces are not only connected with their physical similarities, but connected through the history of western civilization itself.

While the two differentiating pieces contrast in purpose, repose and era, they both hold the power to tell the history behind the beauty, for a painting without a story is simply a piece of décor.

Works Cited

Stokstad, Marilyn. “Art History” second edition volume one. Prentice-Hall, Inc. Upper Saddle River, NJ. 1999.

Commissioned Art

Many of the world’s great works of art exist today because someone commissioned them. According to Wikipedia,

The Roman Coliseum for example, was commissioned by Emperor Vespasian. Public statuary was widespread, depicting mythical and heroic figures. The frieze that is carved into the Marcus Column, located at the Campus Martius, depicts the figure of Victory, and would have been commissioned to honour successful military campaigns waged by Marcus Aurelius.[1] Ancient Roman culture was anti-intellectual and held artists in low esteem, in contrast to ancient cultures such as the Greek[2] or Babylonian. Despite this, however, the sheer amount of surviving artworks commissioned at the height of the Roman Empire are a testament to the rulers’ recognition of art’s effectiveness in influencing the public’s opinions about its civilization and its government.

During the Renaissance, visual art flourished in the cities of Italy due to the patronage of wealthy merchants and government officials, such as Cesare Borgia. Leonardo da Vinci earned steady commissions for artwork ranging from paintings (such as the Virgin of the Rocks for the Church of San Francisco Grande), to murals (The Last Supper for the monastery church of Santa Maria della Grazia), to sculptures (the Great Horse at Sforza).[3] The most famous commissioned artwork of the Renaissance may be the Sistin

e Chapel ceiling at the Vatican, painted by Michelangelo as a commission for Pope Julius II.

Dog and sock monkeyFor an artist, getting a commission is thrilling. I have a few pieces that I am working on under commission currently. Well, ok. It is mostly for friends, but it is commissioned work. I am doing a painting of a mother with her child for a friend, a full-length portrait of another friend, and a painting of someone’s pet. On the one hand, the subject matter is predetermined and that takes one of the decision points off the table. How an artist interprets that predetermined subject is something else altogether. If I am doing work for close friends or for people I know, it’s easier. I can call upon a connection I already have with the subject.  That was the case in the piece shown here. A friend wanted a picture of his dog and a sock monkey. I know it would be more difficult if I was less familiar with my subject. In that case, it’s more important for the client to be familiar with my work and style.

An artist always runs the risk that the client may not like the work. One just has to recall the recent controversy over the portrait of Kate Middleton, Duchess of Cambridge. The work was commissioned to be done by artist, Paul Emsley. In the end, she said she liked it but there were plenty of critics who weighed in on the matter.

When taking on a commission here are some important things to remember:

  1. Communicate throughout the entire process.
  2. Make sure you know what your client is expecting.
  3. Make sure your client knows your work.

Here’s a helpful article from a helpful website called ArtBusiness.com. Good luck with your own commissions!

©Stephanie Staup 2013

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