Amanda Zimmerman

Blink Book

A Story Through Drawings and Photographs

By Amanda Zimmerman

Drugs, Death, Killers.

Death Eaters.

Help.

Mother.

I love you.

Regret

The snake that cannot shed it’s skin, perishes

I change myself ... I change the world

I try so hard to be a good girl.

Why must you tempt me.

I just cant wait.

Why do you treat me so unfair, I am beginning to doubt you even care.

Moral culpability v. Freedom

Beautiful

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Sublime

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thoughts are the SHADDOWS of our feelings

Little Mushroom Little Mushroom Where have You Hidden?

I Try To Be A Good Girl.

Sitting and Waiting, Bouncing my curl.

Little Mushroom Little Mushroom Where have You Hidden?

I Try To Be A Good Girl.

Sitting and Waiting, Bouncing my curl.

I Think I thought a thought I think I thought a thought I think I thought

Thought

I Think I thought a thought I think I thought a thought I think I thought

Thought

Things go Smash and crash at night.

Balloons pop! and Pop and Pop, pop pop.

See the toaster in the sky,

see the bomb floating by.

Isolation

v.

Solitude

Throughout my Blink response art pieces, I noticed a lot of the same techniques used from one piece to the next. I responded with good intentions of staying on the given topic, however, I did tend to stray away. I would get lost in my own world, drawing hands and swirly lines. I just had this go with the flow kind of attitude. The only prompt I think I stayed with was the first one, “Thought”. The visuals were the jumping off point in my writing. I would start off thinking of what was in my art piece then going completely off in another direction. The one that stayed true to the visual was the sculpture. It had the Power Puff Girl logo and therefore, I was inspired by the show I had watched.

All my writings were corkey and a little fun. They were not in any way analytical and looking into the deeper meaning. Although it was my most difficult prompt, my sculpture turned into, what I think, my most beautiful page in my book. It simply transformed into this tiger with only a few tricks in Photoshop. It amazed me. Also, what I wrote after was fun. And I love painting, so the acrylic art piece was so fun, I never wanted it to end. And within all of my pieces I somehow incorporated my hands. In the acrylic painting I used my fingerprints and in others I sketched. Made me think, why am I so fascinated by hands. Personally, I think my hands are ugly, but it was a really unique thing I found that was consistent throughout my art.

In my photography and art, I tried to have more structure and balance.

Usually I draw line and make swirls in different colors and sure it looks pretty, but the level of difficulty is very low. What i considered risk was my ability to try new things, make crazy shapes. My writing was generic, but i tried to write songs. I wanted to tell stories that were whimsical and fun and that was true in only one of my writings. My risks were really low until i got to Photoshop where i created entirely new pieces of art. It wasnt just adjusting curves or levels. I transformed my art completely. I was shocked when I looked at my initial piece and then the end result. For instance, with my sculpture, it is no longer a 3D building, but a tiger hiding. I used textures and really played up what I had available and it ultimately became my favorite piece. I created new visuals that were shocking and a little disturbing, especially my “Blood Bath”.

Almost all my pieces with the exception of one were very dark and mysterious. They had to do with going away or impending doom. There is this mystique about them, dark colors and blurred images, something i believe to be quite beautiful. That dark theme also carried over into my writings. Something about death or breaking free.

Darkness Flying Away Up in the sky Animal Instinct Blood Bath Resistance Mistreatment Abuse Danger Distance