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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.

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 as

But call her Shell.

She is from the red brick row home

On the top of the hill

In Roxborough,

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 intelligence

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.

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 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.

Soy Lauryn

A veces me encanta escuchar música

           divertida y simpática

              No soy ni baja

                 ni aburrida

                   yo soy!

                  YO!!!!!!!

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

Reflection

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.