When I started making this project, I thought that I would go with a cinematic approach, but soon realized that as I continued making the project, I kept moving farther away from this, finally ending up with a product semblant of a flag. In the picture of the woman, it's bleeding on both the upper and right sides. I changed the opacity of each statement as to show the viewer what was more important to focus on. I’m happy with how this turned out because it looks good design-wise.
and a simile just like yours because
Your hands are strong enough hold mountains.
You have carried oceanic trenches filled with sorrows
between your palms
yet they never once shook
Momma your simile creates the laugh lines that form the bridges
that brings our family together
Now I may never may never know
how many of your demons are still clinging to your
fingers, but I still see the angels
you now hold
I still see the beauty in your
Imperfections. You are still what it means to home.
If Your hands are still holding together then they have
held no small mountains, they still keep the monsters at
She is from the row home in Port Richmond where much does not happen on the outside.
She is from taunting, teasing and terrorizing.
She is from love.
She is from strength.
She is from hard work, and totem poles of achievements that could never be hers.
She is from a job that never pays as much as men below her own ranking.
She is from broken times to shattered times.
She is from prosperity.
She is from not letting others get to her, and doing what she knows how to do.
She is from working her hardest.
She is from strength.
She is from hand me down coats, bobos and Red’s Hoagies.
She is from the two story house on the corner of Carpenter Street
She is from teaching, managing, and training, and graduating from IUP and Temple with her own funds
She is from Crab feasts and loud laughter, from Val and Sam, the Lawrences.
She is from the selflessness and determination.
From providing for herself and doing EVERYTHING on her own.
She is from bible study and early morning sunday school.
She is from Newark, New Jersey, but raised in South Philly, with a strong pepsi and butter popcorn in hand.
From the “good child” who always had to help her siblings out of trouble, the one who may have cared “too much”.
She is from being scared hiding in the closet, the nervous middle sister
She is the woman to be the first to graduate from college in the family
She is the woman I aspire to be at least half as great asShe’s my mommy!
But call her Shell.
She is from the red brick row home
On the top of the hill
The town of generations.
Her sanctuary from harsh reality.
She is from the accounting department
Where she does her boss’ job
And he takes all of the credit.
But she perseveres to take care me
And show me how hard being a working woman can be.
She is from the amalgamation of unheard voices
Who are silent for the sake of themselves
And their families.
Who see the injustice
But do not have the means to fight it.
She is from strength and beauty
She is from Brooklyn, New York
She traveled to start her own life in Philadelphia
She is from balancing her first born and still going to school
She is the child of Ruth and Robert Watson
She is from wise people
Who believe in Christian Faith and know that god is forgiving and we are thankful
She is from the projects where you had to be aware of your surroundings
She has traveled many places and faced many hardships
To now be a mother of two and married with a PhD
She is from power, love, care, dedication, and intelligenceShe is my mother
She is from compassion, and beauty.
She is from the sweet, familiar streets of North Philly.
She is from teaching, and long grueling nights at St. Joe’s, while she was raising a family.
She is from love and life and respect
From Nelia and Roland Thompson.
She is from the strong and honorable .
From the kitchen of 1952 and the boudoir of injustice.
She is from the Christian faith. Trusting in a fair and forgiving God. One that sees all his children as equals.
She is from easy streets of Logan , where people cared and looked after one another.
From the hard working black family that strived for nothing less than success, the family that valued education for all it’s children. Willing to sacrifice to help one another succeed.
She is from love, devotion, intelligence and strength.
She is from homes, from tiny one room houses in the middle of nowhere, row-homes in the bustling city, condominiums in the insignificant but not so insignificant towns.
She is from the small, quiet, backwater town.
She is from Nurses, and the hours of hard work at school then more work at home
She is from half birthdays and one sided dimpled faces, from Gretchen and Bambi and Trevor.
She is from the Dedicated and Fun-loving.
From girls can do anything and girls should wear appropriate clothing.
She is from christianity. Going to church every Sunday, rain or shine. Holding on to her beliefs like a lifeline.
She is from Mississippi and back breaking work, grits and bacon.She is from New Jersey, Florida, Philadelphia. Places she followed those she loved so she could catch them if the fell.
My Grandmother, who I call Granna
Grew up Virginia, and has many brothers
She had a lot responisiblity as young girl
She was a single mother, and raised my mom and uncle
To my surprise, she has not experienced sexism
She also doesn’t know people who really dealt with serious sexism
Very interesting opinions she has about gender
She believes that boys and girls should be raised equally
That they should not be raised based on stereotypes
She believes women have gained a lot, but have more to gain
Like equal pay
She accepts the LGBT community
Including transgender and gender non-conforming people
She has lived a great life
And raised 2 wonderful children
And has 4 grandchildren
She believes in God, but has no particular religion
She is very against inequality
This is my Granna
She is from an Irish Catholic family. Torn between church and science.
She is from Philly and Ireland
She is working, a young mother, uninhibited by the gender boundaries other provide.
She is unbothered, unfazed, and uninterested.
She isn't held back.
She is my mother.
She wonders if she will ever have the same rights/ opportunities as men
She hears the laughter of men and women constantly throw themselves at them
She sees the world constantly changing around her
She wants for her husband to still be here with her, so she won’t feel so alone
She is my nurturing, amazing grandmother
She pretends to be a basketball star, but knows it won’t happen because she’s supposed to be a “lady”
She feels like wearing sweatpants, but doesn’t because she knows her mom would give her hell
She touches her rough, gray hair and wishes it was longer
She worries about if her daughter, my aunt, will have to struggle how she did
She cries when she she finds out her son got divorced, it was never in the plan
She is my nurturing, amazing grandmother
She understands that women and men will never be equal
She says things like “If women were to listen to men, I bet you more marriages would last”
She dreams about her entire family being together again
She tries to make her grandchildren have the same views that she does, but it just won’t ever happen
She hopes that men will continue to be superior, which I will never understand
She is my nurturing, amazing grandmother
Color: I love purple so the microphone is purple and everything else kind of stuck with the red, black, and yellows from the background picture. I also put in white to be bold and kind of elegant.
Size: I made the fonts 36 to be large and legible for the pyramids. Cinematography is also size 36 font but not in Georgia font instead POiret One to appear a little bigger and appear almost as creative and sophisticated as the art form itself. My name is the biggest its size 92 and Poiret font to appear important and structured but not so that its Times New Roman. The Italian at the end translating to the art of cooking is size 48 in Corsiva font because it should be big since my background and my passions include food. This word should be treated as it is valued so it is large and elegant.
Words as Shapes: As said before often while coinciding with words represent what they meant. I tried to not only capture the definition of the word but what it means to me. The two pyramids are like Maslow's hierarchy of needs, what I value separated by priority. To the right are my relationship essentials. Those are things I take very seriously but also can be very fun and free so Georgia font finds the best meat in the middle font and also coincides with the pyramids showing which relationship is most prioritized. To the left is the more hobby related pyramid which I made upside down to do something a little different with the readers eyes as well in Poiret One font because it's a little more creative. I made sure that the Cloud society is going along with the “fluffy” cloud so I made it also Poiret One font in a burgundy color to blend with the cloud. Cinematography comes across is almost like a stamp on the skillet which is how I feel about myself.
Repetition: I mostly played with repetition in color using the same colors in the skillet and macaroni in the colors of the words. As well in the Stanford logo to keep a consistent theme and make sure most of the aspects blended.
Worry About It: I mainly for this one just edited and edited looking at the piece in presentation form and trying too look at it as if I were an audience member. As well checking over the rules.
A veces me encanta escuchar música
divertida y simpática
No soy ni baja
My mom is Myracherisse, born to Peggy King. In Philadelphia, with 2 brothers and one sister. She’s the baby of the family and was born in the 60s. Sagittarius is her zodiac and she always felt a bit of a drawback.
Being an African-American female, her life was never a fairytale. The impact of race always brought her into a debate but being a girl she felt like it was necessary to always have a ponytail.
Wearing light colors and skirts never could she ever go and play in the dirt. Keeping a job was something she said was difficult so she tried to stay biblical.
The same could apply for education, hand and hand it was highly complicated. Her opinion on treatment between genders aren’t like my generation. She thinks it’s so much unnecessary, extra complication.
Her views are common old stereotypes but I guess that’s because they never went out of the box. She’s understanding and still insightful.
She just doesn't know anything about these titles. The definitions of gender and sex and how they are more in-depth. All she knows is boy and girl -- nothing less. Nothing more until I taught her about them, them their and theirs. Her eyes opened wide as if she saw THE light.
She said okay that should be in a book, I shook my head and agreed with a look.
“There’s different strokes for different folks...”
A piece that she can never forget.
Her world, different from ours
From discrimination to segregation
From a time where 2 genders existed
Her life, one who’s expected to know how to care
While the other side knew to protect
Her eyes seized what the world threw at her
Her eyes gasping at what she found
Bodies paving the streets,
Screams swallowing her mind,
Her sisters crying for help,
But not all could be satisfied.
It was her world
She learned to live through it the best way that she could
She learned to toughen up to take what she could
Just anything else,
That was the job of her family
I learned from my peers that the font was hard to read, the picture was blurry,had to fix the heart, and add more things to the slide. With this information I changed the font from corsiva to abel to make it easier to read. Then I centered the words a little more in the heart but still had it bleed off the slide. Also I found a way to not have the image blurry and added the thought bubble for the cat to add more things to the slide to make it feel less empty. To finish it off I angled the heart towards the cat to direct your eye to the cat.