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nerddface · 6 years

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Can’t Even Keep a Bakery Running, (2/?)

Characters: Haytham Kenway, female!reader

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, death, implied rape.

Word Count: 2219

Notes:I KnoW It'S BeEN A yeAr But I cAn ExpLAIN. Part 2 of... I still don't know. (Part 1, You're here!, more parts TBD).

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He didn’t come back for almost three months.

Snow was falling heavily the evening he returned, and she was hoping she’d be able to get home. Her mind had been coming back to ‘H’ all that day, and what it might stand for.

Henry? Hannover? Harvey? She hoped to God it wasn’t Humphrey. Or maybe it wasn’t any of them. ... Hank?

She was mulling over his name, sweeping up excess flour from her worktable, when her door jingled. For a moment, she groaned — she was still technically open, but it was the tailing minutes of her day, and she enjoyed leaving before darkness fell. Hopefully, whoever had come in would be quick.

“Hello!” she called with what she hoped was a cheerful tone, despite her feet suddenly alerting her to their aching. “I’ll be out in a moment, I’m just tidying up back here.”

She dumped the handful of crumb-y flour into her wastebin and blew off her countertop, gathered a damp cloth on her way out to dust off her hands, and slapped a smile on her face. She was scrubbing in between her fingers as she emerged, ready to greet her customer, but any semblance of words died in her throat as her eyes landed on the navy-clad man leaning against her front counter. He was just as stunningly attractive as last time, if not more, with little snowflakes melting on his shoulders. Y/N felt as though she might melt with them under his smoldering gaze. His tricorn was once more tucked under an arm, hair tied back. The stormy wind outside had blown a couple strands free, and providing him an artistically dishevelled look, and there was a neatly stitched cut on his jawbone, perhaps a week or so old.

“Hello again, Y/N.”

He must have noticed how her face changed because he shifted his weight. “You are quite popular around town. It was not difficult to hear your name spoken fondly from several people.”

“I- ah, wow,” she stuttered, brushing a lock of her long bangs out of her face.

“I digress.” H lifted his hand in a short gesture, and she noticed he held a blackberry muffin like the one he chose last he was there.

“Tuppence?” he inquired. Good memory.

“Oh, no. Don’t,” she insisted. “I can hardly make peace with the note you left me last time. It’s the least I can do. Anything here you like, on the house. Just put it here and I’ll wrap it all up.” She tapped the counter and tossed her towel over her shoulder.

He lifted a brow and studied her. “You are sure?”

She nodded, but the intensity in his eyes almost made her voice waver. “Absolutely.”

His eyes searched her face for another second before he cleared his throat. “Well, it would be reprehensible to deny such an offer.”

She didn’t have a response, and consciously steadied her breath in the downtime, as he perused.

“It’s getting quite late,” he mentioned, and she looked up to see him glancing back at her from the wall clock on her left. “Are you often open this time?”

Y/N looked back down to retrieve a ribbon. “I was actually preparing to close when you arrived,” she admitted. “But don’t fret over it, it’s always a pleasure to see y—returning customers.”

When he didn’t move to speak, she continued. “By the way, I never learned your name.”

“Haytham,” he answered after a moment. “A pleasure.”

Haytham. Somehow it was... downright accurate. Everything, down to his set shoulders, his gilded clothes, and his hazy, almost cheeky smile said Haytham. He picked up a small pre-bagged sack of ginger snaps, each no larger than an acorn, as Y/N was drifting through her thoughts.

“Those are addictive,” she warned jokingly. “I’ve taken to eating a dozen at a time.”

The smile that graced his lips made her own mouth curl. “I do believe I’m brave enough.” He set it down on the counter and Y/N inclined her head, ducking to retrieve another ribbon, bright yellow this time.

“That’s all?” she asked, tying the little cloth around the neck of the bag. “You’re welcome to anything, really.”

“In favor of a chance to visit you again, that will be all for today.” His grin turned into a smirk more than anything else, and she hoped she wasn’t blushing like she thought she was.

She drew in a breath to hide her nervousness and glanced out the window. “If that’s it, I should get home. You’re absolutely welcome to come by anytime. If you’re early, you might even catch the bread while it’s warm.”

“Of course. I shall enjoy these, I’m sure.” Haytham gathered his treats in his broad hands and granted her a beautiful smile. She waved him goodbye before she gathered her coat and her keys, heading for the door after it jingled shut behind Haytham. The promise of her hearth, waiting at home to warm her, kicked her feet into stepping into the snowdrift beyond her porch after she locked her front door. The wind bit at her cheeks and her hands, and she shoved her keys in her pocket and tucked her hands under her arms. Her coat helped a little, but she’d have frost clinging to her eyelashes before she got home.

Suddenly, a dark cloth shielded her head and shoulders from the frost, and she flinched into a firm chest.

“So sorry.” Haytham’s voice was close to her, raised in volume against the howling wind. “I would be remiss to allow a woman to freeze on her way home.”

Part of her worried; a man with arms (and skills, presumably) like his could likely kill her in a moment. But the rest of her welcomed the slight shelter his cape provided from the frigid winds. She pointed him to her residence, and could hardly feel her fingers fumble for her keys when they arrived.

“Please come in,” she gestured, and shut the door behind him. “I can’t just leave you in the snow.” She found her matches and shed her snow-drenched coat, shivering in the chill of her empty house. The matchbox grappled with her momentarily, as her cold-stiffened fingers couldn’t grasp the matches to get a solid spark going.

She snorted in frustration as she dropped the match in her hand and knelt to pick it up. As she rose, a calloused hand covered hers. She stiffened as Haytham’s warm hands took the matchbox and the match from her, striking it easily. A small flame flickered to life between them and danced in his eyes as they examined her. After what felt like a year but what couldn’t have been longer than a second, he turned from her and lit the lamps in her entryway, using two more matches in the process.

“A-uh, feel free to hang your coat,” Y/N managed after a moment of staring after him, entranced. “I’ll... get a fire started.”

She busied herself with sweeping the ashes in the fireplace away, hearing her new guest step past her to her bookshelf. “You live alone?”

She chose some kindling she’d split earlier that week and gathered it in the center of the pit, then reached for some wood. Maybe it was a poor idea to be readily honest, but he hadn’t given her any red flags yet, other than that thick cross ring. “Yes,” she answered. “My father left my mother when I was six, she never remarried. I lost Beatrice to a British rifle when my family first came to the colonies. My mother couldn’t cope with the loss, and she passed not a year later.”

She struck a match, and her kindling lit quickly. “I’m sorry,” he said, sounding genuine.

“Me too,” she murmured.

In a moment, her wood caught, and her sitting room was brightened by growing flames. She stood, brushing off her hands, and turned to Haytham. “Would you like a cup of tea? I can’t very well let you go out in that weather, not without something warm in you, at the least.”

He inclined his head. “Please.”

She nodded and gestured to the shelved collection before him as she ventured towards the kitchen. “You’re welcome to peruse, if you’d like.”

Haytham’s fingers brushed hers again as she handed him his tea, and her heart skipped another beat.

“It’s black. Sugar?”

He shook his head. “No, thank you, love.”

Haytham remained standing, looking over her books, and Y/N took a seat opposite him with her own cup, content to sit in silence.

His eyes wandered across her shelves, and she watched the fire dance and hiss a song to its audience as they spent a few minutes in a comfortable lull. Y/N spent more time inhaling the warm, sweet steam from her tea than she did drinking it, but her guest hadn’t so much lifted his from his saucer yet.

Suddenly he turned, setting his teacup down on the side table. He chose a book tucked into the corner of the far shelf, half-hidden from the light, as if he hadn’t noticed it before. She was mesmerized by his slender fingers as they lifted the book from its shadowy corner.

Y/N’s heart sank as she recognized it, and downed half of her scalding teacup to hide her discomfort. Haytham ran his fingers along the blood-splattered face cover of the book he held, and when he opened it, he paused.

“What’s this?”

“My sister’s logbook, for her shop.”

He lifted a small sheet of paper from between the first two pages so she could see it, though she could read the lines as well as if they were carved not on the paper but directly on her mind. “And this?”

Her voice quieted. “His name. And his symbol, so I never forget it.”

His eyes met hers with an intensity she hadn’t seen in him yet. “Do you know what it means?”

She didn’t answer him, searching his flickering grey eyes, and said nothing.

This intrigued Haytham, and his head cocked ever so slightly, a thin lock of hair falling over his temple. He looked back down at the sketched symbol, then back up at her. She drew in a breath, shifted her weight and folded her hands over her lap. For a moment she stared into the fire before speaking.

“That man, the redcoat that killed my sister, was one of them. All I know is that they are called Templars and I want nothing to do with them.”

“Why do you have this?”

Y/N hung on her silence for another moment. “Beatrice was even more fiery than me. One of them wished for her hand in marriage, but she was far more concerned with her budding business than the responsibilities of a housewife. She spurned him one too many times, so I am aware. He cornered her in an alley. She didn’t stand a chance.”

Her voice weakened and broke, and a tense, pregnant quiet fell over them. Even the fire took a moment from whispering inside the hearth. Y/N blinked tears from her eyes, just like every other time she re-lived the memories.

“I was young and brash, then,” she continued. “I wanted vengeance, so I looked for someone to help me. When I came to the ... Assassins, they’re called, I was told there was nothing they would do that would not give them away to their enemy.” She took a short breath, staring into her teacup as though Beatrice’s face would show itself in the swirling liquid. “The Assassins idled while my sister was murdered and refused to help me find the Templar responsible. She died because of their fight.”

“Surely keeping this must be painful for you,” Haytham lifted the book in his hands. “Isn’t it a reminder of your sister’s death?”

“That’s why I keep it,” she explained, standing still as a deer in sights, and watching the firelight dance on the dried splatters. “I’m forced to remember her, even as life returned to normal. I keep it so I remember whom I can trust... and who I can’t.”

A short huff of cynical laughter made her look up from the book as she came to stand before her guest, and his eyes had a sad kind of twinkle in them, as if what she said struck two different chords within him. She didn’t have the courage to ask about it, but she didn’t need to, nor could she have even if she had the guts, because he shut the book swiftly and tucked it back into its place.

His eyes bore into hers as he spoke, burning into her skull. “I apologise for having intruded upon your time and your tragedy. Thank you for the tea. Hopefully, I will see you again, under better circumstances.”

Before she could react, Haytham retrieved his coat and hat, and left, into the howling wind and swirling snow. His tea remained untouched on the table by the window. Y/N pinched her nose. There was no telling if she would see Haytham again, especially since she pretty obviously voiced her disdain for his organization. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so open with him. Maybe... it was a good evening for an early bedtime.

#haytham x reader #haytham kenway x reader #haytham kenway #AC Fanfic

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motherboxing · 7 years

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from articles I'm reading about Jim Elledge's biography of Darger (2013), it appears as tho Elledge, who argues that Darger was a gay man, refuses to consider the possibility that Darger may have been a trans woman. also I would LOVE to read your thoughts on Darger!!! I was actually wondering if Darger might interest you related to comics as a medium and an art form.

I mean to the extent that I feel comfortable speculating about the trans status of a person who is dead and whose work and life and identity etc have all been picked over and (mis)represented in really fucking exploitative ways that would probably be incredibly traumatizing to the actual person in question, I think it is REALLY remiss to not even mention the possibility that Darger was a trans woman. This seems... fundamentally unkind in its dismissal of a lot of the themes in Darger’s work, as well as what we know of Darger’s life (which isn’t much because this was an intensely private person with a relatively limited social circle, etc).

I am just perpetually deeply, deeply upset by the constant positioning of Darger as an “outsider artist” (WHOM is an outsider artist! I’m sorry but this concept is so fundamentally fucked up!!) whose creative output was only ACCIDENTALLY profound and beautiful and otherworldy, and whose motivations for creating it must have been abusive or predatory in nature because, like, heaven forbid we acknowledge that this person may have been a trans woman or may have been gay, but we can certainly still, I guess, work that in by implication through casting Darger as a fucking pedophile! The fact that this all fucking stems from Darger’s LANDLORD of all people finding the work itself and profiting off of it is just like, an awful twist of the knife - so many people who were strangers to Darger have profited, published, built up their art critic reputation, etc on this work that the artist CLEARLY did NOT intend for anyone to EVER publish or analyze or exhibit! Like, I dunno, I do not know what was truly in Darger’s heart, but so much of that work reads like diary entries, and was clearly like, never published, etc, and I feel like people have made a big thing of it because the work and the artist are “mysterious” but in a way that can be read as salacious or whatever (all those naked pre-pubescent girls! What REALLY was going on in the head of the person who drew them? etc etc).

Like, the speculation about this - the abuse themes, the age of the children in Darger’s work, etc - makes me DEEPLY fucking uncomfortable, because it seems like Darger was maybe just doing what I and probably a lot of other people do: catharsis through some sort of creative outlet that is NEVER EVER EVER intended for other people to see. I have written and drawn things that I would quite literally rather die than have made public in any capacity - most of these things I destroy upon creating them because they are not made to be revisited even by myself, but whatever, I understand the archiving impulse - and this ties in to a larger discussion about survivor “coping mechanisms” and the difference between exploring something maladaptive or whatever in a private fucking journal, and curating a public blog where you not only make that public but create and participate in public social interactions with other people about it and encourage that in others... but that’s another discussion for another day, obviously, this is just kind of an aside to this whole thing. Because I think it’s necessary when we talk about this work to acknowledge that Darger did NOT make it public, it was entirely a private expression, and we at the very least need to ATTEMPT to THINK about what an ethical approach to this work might be now that it’s out there in the world, you know?

ANYWAY! Yeah, Darger’s work especially w/r/t comics as medium and the perception of comics as medium, including (especially!) ideas about comics as a corrupting influence on youth, comics as the medium of “lazy” artists whose output is workmanlike or whatever, even to some extent comics as an avenue of “outsider art”, really really is important to me! There’s a lot more I have to say about comics as medium and Darger’s work and like, the cultural impact of comics and the concept of the artistic “outsider” how that is connected to a person whose life’s work is “discovered” posthumously and who is then represented in strange and patronizing and unethical ways (this has happened to people who WORKED IN COMICS, look at Bill Finger, the original creator of Batman!)... but I spent more time typing this than I’d like to spend creating tumblr content while I’m soaking up time with my girlfriend so I will definitely like, make a note to expand on this later when I have the time/inclination and leave it at this.

#csa mention I guess #transmisogyny mention #the term outsider art offends me on every level I could possibly be offended lmao #bananapeppers

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fallsemester2020 · 4 years

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Peer Responses

Adam Odolil-

“Gillan Williams’ artwork.

What I noticed in Gillan’s work was the order of the leaves, rocks, and acorns. This made me think about how nature is in fact quite orderly even though it looks so chaotic. As you zoom in on a leaf or acorn, you see the symmetry they contain. I think this is part of the reason why people are so drawn to nature. It looks haphazardly arranged at first glance but upon closer inspection, you see how orderly it is. By explicitly putting the acorns and other materials in a clear pattern, Gillan made me realize how much order there is in nature. I think I can apply to this my personal life as well in that even if it is chaotic, I can still find some overall order or purpose within it."

Jillian Riley-

“The nature artwork that I connect with the most, is the one done by Diana DeVito. I really like how she made her artwork look like a compass. It reminds me of all the different directions we can go in life. Not one direction or path is the correct one, meaning that we all have a different story to tell. You as the observer are led in a different direction based on what object your eye catches first. This makes me imagine that the different leaves, and sticks lead you to a new adventure in each direction. I also liked the picture of the sunset along the Allegany river that she took. I like to capture the progression of a sunset, because as each moment passes in time, there is a new picture."

Alyssa Shelander-

"I truly enjoyed looking at all the student's outdoor work, however, I believe I connected with Hailey Echdahl’s outdoor work the most. I connect to her work specifically due to the bright and vibrant colors that immediately caught my eye. This caught my eye because the various colors stuck out that I felt represented energy and positivity. I also see this piece representing the season of fall due to the different colors of leaves, which is my favorite season. Finally, the various layers created a sort of a 3D dimension, allowing you to contrast the different leaves and see the beauty under it all. “

Gordon Santiago-

“After looking through the blog posts I found myself constantly looking back at the work done by Diana. Although I am not sure what brought me back to her work I found that there was a feeling of being centered with it. predominately I focused on the green stuffed into the acorn in the center of the sun like disc. It’s not a very complicated work and I’m not sure if the simplicity is what drew me to it, however it reminded me a lot of a sun, with the matching colors of the opposite sides calmed my anxiety because I don’t like asymmetry In art unless it makes sense.”

Hailey Eckdahl-

“Hey Lauren!I really enjoyed your art that you created for this week! I like the progression of the life of the leaves as well as it representing the change in the season it shows the change in weather/seasons that we are experiencing now! I also liked you nature photos they turned out really cool! Great work.”

Josie Barcley-

“I really connected with Sam’s piece due to the combination of all its elements. I am familiar with album that Sam used while creating her piece so this allows me to form a connection not only with the art but with the artist herself. I also noticed how Sam was the only one that used filters on her photos and that was something that stuck out to me. All of Sam’s photos flowed together nicely. I also think that the photos of the bugs fit in well with the piece Sam created.”

Alby Alex-

“I found Gordon Santiago’s artwork very interesting. I thought it was creative and humorous to see a stick figure made out of sticks. When I saw the stick figure, it brought me back to my childhood. It reminds me of drawing stick figures for every individual. It’s funny how something as simple as stick figures can mean so much to a kid because they represent the people in his/her life. I noticed that in one documentation the stick figure had yellow eyes, and in the second documentation the stick figure had no eyes. Both documentations show no facial expression on the stick figure. I wonder if the artwork is trying to show that one expression cannot embody an individual. I also wonder what the circle of rocks was supposed to signify. Maybe the circle of rocks was displayed to focus on the stick figure, maybe it shows entrapment, or maybe it was put for no particular reason than display purposes. In addition, I thought the blue eggshell and the snake were fascinating to find outdoors. The snake is surely neat but creepy as well! How did you get such a close shot of the snake? Were you not at all scared? I didn’t think there would be snakes in Olean; but, I hope it’s nowhere near the campus! Overall, I enjoyed seeing Gordon’s nature artworks and documentations on the blog!”

Sarah Kone-

“A peer's artwork that I connected with was the one by Diana DeVitto. For her pictures you can tell that her picture were taken around the night time and that is my favorite time of the day. The picture that she took of the lake (I'm asumming it is a lake) had a very nice reflection of the sky when it is about to get dark outside. That picture just looked really peaceful. The 2nd picture with the acorn heads and leave kind of reminded me of a sunflower (the way its shapped) and I like those.”

Alyssa Dean-

“The art piece that really drew my eye was Lauren Barry’s. I admire the simplicity of it as a whole. It also brings me a feeling of serenity as it is not very noisy or complex. I think that I connect with it so well because it almost projects who I am in a way — I love anything organic and earthy and physically being with nature. Her piece is quiet, simple, magical, and brings me peace.”

Leann Mangalath-

“I related to Sam Henry's art piece because I interpreted it as a heart. The heart consists of raw, green leaves and rusty-colored leaves. In my mind, I viewed this as my heart being varied in terms of emotions. I have my raw emotions that come out but sometimes, I release my energy and heart sourly. There was a time in my life that I was very self-centered. This can be represented by the rusty-colored leaves. Then, it was not until my cousin who passed away recently that I realized that life is too short and that life should not be taken for granted. In the middle of the heart, there are white flowers and at the top of the heart, there is a stone-made pedestal with a white-pedaled flower on a yellow bud. This is a great way of showing that no matter what life brings to an individual, life will be fine overall in the end. In our hearts, we have hope to be our best versions of ourselves.”

Raine Pfeiffer-

“One of my peer’s outdoor work that I connected with was Ryan Pfohl’s. I really liked the messaged that was conveyed behind this art having to do with litter and trash found in nature. This really is a continuing issue in society that we all need to improve upon together. I can remember ever since I was younger my dad would take me up and down our road weekly and pick up trash and cans that was left by others. Nature is beautiful, precious, and so important to our well-being. That is why we need to treat it so carefully and never throw trash in areas it shouldn’t be.”

Diana DeVito-

“I really liked Lauren Barry’s piece. It’s very simple, but the colors blend perfectly together. It reminds me of the changing seasons, but also the uniqueness of each tree during the fall. It reminds me that everything looks different and unique while they change, and that’s what makes the transition to fall, or transitions throughout life so beautiful and exciting.”

Lauren Barry-

“After looking at the blog, I really connected with Margaret Sweeney's poem. When explaining what art means, they explained what art is from various perspectives. Art coming from the past, future, meaning opportunity or a lesson, really connected with me. In addition, starting with "Art is..." on one line, then following it with "And art is" on the next line provides a format that is consistent, which is nice for the reader. All in all, I connected with Margaret's poem, "Art Matters to Me”.”

Gillian Williams -

“'Upon reviewing my piers work in last week's outdoor activity, I noticed much different and expressive artwork. Alby Alex's artwork stood out to me for many reasons. For example, there were many layers of outdoor material that help form a very contrast by the look from very bold colors and the different layers. Her use of materials was very well thought out.”

Zachary Delardi-

“The artist I decided to reflect on within our class was Brett Smith. His art piece connected with me for multiple reasons. For starters, he did this at the house he lives at and I know this because I live at the same house. His photos have some comfortable vibes with me. I personally like this piece because it is very symmetrical. My major has me dealing with computers all day, so consistency/patterns is something that I think I am more incline to find visually appealing. As someone who has always grown up near a city, his choice of environment isn’t a big forest, but next to some roads and businesses. I thought this was different compared to everyone else and brought in a new look. Lastly, I was able to talk to the artist himself. It was interesting knowing that Brett Smith made this piece with a lot of emotion in mind. He said it reflected him as a young kid when he was growing up in rural Buffalo. He would ask his dad to throw a ball with him once in a while, but his own hand eye coordination was not good enough to earn his father’s respect. As any kid would when they are bored, he ended up playing with sticks in the yard. He said he used to make stick figures and call them “dad” and have conversations with them. I think we all do weird things as a kid to cope with situations we don’t understand so to bring that into the world of art and express that is very cool.”

Margaret Sweeney-

"Peer Connection – Zachary Delardi

I noticed we went to the same spot on the River Trail, so I had an instant connection with your work of art. I really like how you utilized all the resources in the environment, not just the nature. I think it is important to capture the entire atmosphere to portray the deeper issue of litter in our society. Zooming in on your art piece, I really like how you emulated a face. I find it fascinating when people use items in nature such as rocks and grass to personify a human. On a deeper level, it goes to show humans in their own sense, are equally as a part of nature as anything else. Your art piece was simple, yet effective in highlighting a deeper meaning, and I felt as if I really connected with it on a level that shows humans as connected with elements in nature.”

Brett Smith-

“The art piece that I have chosen to reflect on is by the artist Zachary Delardi. His art spoke to me. Growing up in suburban Buffalo, I didn’t really get to camp a lot and that’s all I wanted to try to do as a kid. So, seeing the face in a wooded area speaks to my childhood. Also with the face not smiling speaks to me because it’s like that was me as a child not being able to go and experience camping like most of my friends at the time where doing. Living with the artist also helps with the piece speaking to me because Zach and I had a similar background growing up in a very suburban childhood.”

Chris Flood-

“I choose to look at Riley Dambaugh's nature piece. The reason I chose to do this was because it caught my eye when I was scrolling through the blog. I really liked it because of the contrast of the colors in the work. The stones on the outside are gray, but she puts berries on the rocks to add some color to that part of the work. Then the inside has green, yellow, and red which really draws your eyes. I also like how she stuck with the shape of the circle throughout the work, I really like the look it makes.”

Ryan Pfohl-

“To Zachary Delardi:

The parents of one of my best friends like to travel to different places all over the world. They collect these tiki statues and tiki faces from all different places, and they have their tiki collection all hung up in one room of their house. I have also thought that their collection was super cool especially because it came from all over the world. Your nature art project reminded me of their collection as soon as I saw it. The way you strategically placed rocks of different sizes turned out great. Your work looks organized and well thought out, but it also has a messy look that gives it character. This was very creative, great work with this project!”

Riley Dambaugh-

“Nature photo submission that I connect with: Gillian Williams

Gill’s nature photo submission is simple yet beautiful. It is very pleasing to the eye. I love the colors used and the combination of all different things found in nature work very well together. The yellow and orange used give the submission the perfect pop of color. This submission immediately caught my eye, as it is very symmetrical and pleasing to look at. I also love how the rocks at the bottom contrast with the larger rock that they are sitting on, and help to tie the work together. Overall I love Gills submission because of the use of color and symmetry.”

Noah Vassallo-

“I can connect and relate to Zachary Delardi’s outdoor art. The way he assembled the stones and other components together looks exactly like a smiling face with two eyes, a nose, ears, and a mouth. He also used grass for the hair and leaves for the ears on his creation which I think is quite clever and creative. The colors on the stones he used really fit well with the muddy background. I also noticed that his creation sits on the banks of a nearby river. The river behind the smiling face strongly reminds me of a time in my childhood when I use to swim with my friends in a river near my house. I can imagine the smiling face as myself having a happy and fun day swimming in the river and hanging out with my friends as a child. Zachary’s art reminded me of my childhood and all the good times I had. It brought back fun and happy memories from my childhood which I can really appreciate."

Sam Henry-

“One blog post that I connected with this week was Maggie Sweeney’s. I really enjoyed looking at her outdoor artwork. I liked how she incorporated some things that people might ordinarily view has garbage and gave them a new purpose in her artwork. I also really enjoyed reading her poem about why art matters to her. I like how in her poem she looks at the different emotions involved in art. I also like how she takes about the importance of art in the passage of time. She discusses how art tells the story of our past and drives us into the future. My favorite part about her post is her picture of the spider on the flower. I like how changes the view that people often have of spiders. A lot of times people see a spider and think they represent creepiness and darkness. But in this picture the spider is made to look pretty and full of life.”

Chasity Garcia-

“While I was walking and collecting objects, it was hard to find objects that had color on the trail. There were paint leaves and broken tree branches on the trail that lead me to use more than just object. T he land piece that really caught my attention was created by Riley Dambaugh. The reasons why I liked her piece so much is because it quickly made me visualize a campfire or a sunflower. The way the rocks are placed on the outside of the sunflower just allows us as the viewers to look at 2 pieces of work at once.”

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