Dylan+Arroyo

Artist Statment;

My process began with first drawing things that were simple for me, such as, peace signs, money, letters, and buildings. None of which seem to make a good piece left on it’s own. After a few attempts of trying to make a piece with just one of each component, I decide to make a piece, in which they were all included. I didn’t know how it would all work out at first. I made a few sketches with the objects in different positions. Then I had a very random thought, which was how did all this objects relate to me.

As a poet these are topics that inspire me, much of my poetry contain one of them. Therefore it seem only right to me that my piece would contain a pen. To be more specify my pen. The center piece of the piece of art is suppose to be my pen and everything else is suppose to be drawn from it almost as if the ink in the pen was leaking and these are the images that leaked out. This discovery however was very late in my process which in result leaves me with a piece in the making.

Much like poetry visual art is never completed it is all just a rough draft that can always be altered. After these 18 hours I no longer feel as though the only art I am capable of creating is poetry. I’ve found that while in my poetry I can paint pictures with words that it is always very powerful to create it with a pencil and paper. Next project I plan on trying to make draw out a picture from one of my poems and moving it to paper.

During the second marking period I went through a series of trying to transfer what I write in my poetry to paper. I was unable to do so.Through during the first marking period I learned that visual art is another form of art and in some ways more powerful I was however still unable to fully complete an visual piece. I made serval skectes and tried different things.

I came up short still given all my attempts. During the 3rd term I had checked out of art all together. I can honestly say I didn't try very hard in trying to produce visual art. I instead worked on my poetry. At the time I did not know that we were able to submit poetry as our project, therefore I did not. During the 4th term however I worked on many pieces.

With poetry much like drawing and painting an artist goes through different stages. A piece has a rough draft, a revised draft, and if you are lucky a final draft. Not all work has a final draft however, I am a believe that no piece of art is finalize. For you can go on for years and learn new things that help you improve on previous work. Below is a video to a performance of one of my poetry pieces and a few written pieces that have taken me hours to write and revise.

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She said loving me was sinful.
That her pastor told her last Sunday about loving sins such as I. That her mother always told her to stay clear of things such as me. That loving something like me would be a mistake. That trickery was a weapon I used and she must not fall for such a trickster She said she was scared because afterwards she still loved me. That she was eve and I was the forbidden fruit that she needed so badly. But she knew that they were snakes in the grass and she feared being bitten. So she said sorry but she just wanted to be clean again.

I told her loving me was harmful. That she would hear stories of how sinful it was. How for her to love a thing like I in such a way would be a disgrace. That she wouldn't be able to handle the amount of pain that came with loving someone like me. I told her that if I was a sin then I rather her stay clear of me. I told her that we could never be for if I was a sin then never would I ask her to commite such a crime. I told her love was never a sinful act, that the beauty in it was that it had no boundaries, requirements, or limits. I told her that I would face judgment any day and confess to loving her every day for I had no shame in that truth. She said “Goodbye”

=Digital world= I hate that this world has become so digital because I have no way of ripping our pictures or burning our love letters.

I can only open up iphoto crop myself out of our photo but everyone will able to see that there is something missing, because yours arms are still wrapped around my waist and mines around yours.

I could change my myspace top 1 and put my best friend but who will fill that space next to them. I guess I could put my top on randomize maybe Tom had break ups in mind when he was making changes to the website. And I guess I should be glad that he also made it so that you can make your top as big or as small as you want. But all I want is my top 1 again.

And all I can do is change my Facebook status from in a relationship to single. Though I know that it will be published on the main page soon. Maybe the creators of Facebook didn’t consider break ups when developing the site And I know shortly after it’s displayed all over the update list one of my friends are going to comment it and asked what happened. And I will have to explain how our relationship is over now. How we are over. How I now understand all those break up songs And I once told you I never wanted to write our break up poem.

There’s not much left I can do to get rid of you in this digital world. All that is left is to put all of our conversations we’ve had over AIM into a folder named after you With all of the love e-mails I’ve written you. With hopes that it gets lost somewhere in my hard drive.

And I can put all of our songs in a platy list in my itunes and name it sad songs because without you they no longer make me smile.

But I can’t get rid of our memories, I can’t get rid of my love for you it’s not as easy as it seems.

DAMN how I hate how digital our world has become because the only way to get rid of you and I is by placing a virus on my computer And watching it eat apart the remaining parts of our relationship Or shutting down the internet it self. So that no one will have to know that you and I ever exist.

Then throwing my phone out the window Watching as all of our conversations are painted on the ground Recalling that rain is in the forecast So they will be gone by the morning.

how I hate how digital our world has become because getting over a break up has never been Harder. But Next time you update your status I’ll be sure to hit the hide button because having to face you digitally is just too painful at the moment.

=Take it like a woman would...= = Take it like a man is such a common phrase. It’s used for damn near everything. =

Partner left you. “Take it like a man” Got Jumped. “Take it like a man” Lost a friend to the streets. “Take it like man.” Everyone tells you to take it like a man would. “Toughen up and be a man.” As if manhood is the new summer line at H & M And we are all customers Standing in line to buy our pieces of manhood. Ready to face the world like a man would. Take in everything like a man should. Which just consist of Ignoring everything that happens Always standing strong showing no emotion Like a brick wall never ready to fall Hiding all fear in self made boxes with no key holes to open them. That’s what were suppose to do with our new pieces of manhood. But wait! This shop needs to be shut down Because the strongest people in my life are women. Each day women carry double the weight that men do. Each day women fight ten times harder to live life. Because unlike men things aren’t handed to them. They are homes; they are tree houses that never fade while silently providing fruit to the world. They are rivers that never run dry and cookies that never crumble. They kick open the boxes society puts them in and shows everyone that they’re no boxes that can contain them. No walls that they can’t break, no roads they can’t travel. Showing everyone that there’s no makeup can make up genic make up that makes them up. That their beauty cannot be bottled up and mass marketed. It is something that each of them hold deep within and no matter how many demanding words you throw at them you will never be able to take that away from them. And emotions aren’t something they are afraid they don’t run from it they run to it. They aren’t afraid to let Nile rivers flow down the arc of their cheeks because they know tears is what makes their eyes shine and keeps their skin soft. And no matter how many road blocks they stumble over they get back up and start running again. Because that what women do. Women don’t give up Women don’t hide behind walls. Women are always strong though you may not see it or want to believe it. So next time you the need to tell someone to take it like a man correct yourself and tell them to take it like a woman would.