Faculty Works: The Art of Scent – Frances Middendorf

I need my senses to think noted the philosopher Ludwig Feurbach in 1841. Perhaps, too, it is the desire of many artists to exercise one’s senses like a muscle in order to strengthen sensitivity. One associates picture making primarily with training the eye but developing other faculties as well can add an unexpected richness to one’s visual vocabulary.
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Student Success: Chloe Vallance – Group exhibition

 

Journey Home, Chloe Vallance

2014 alumna Chloe Vallance is currently exhibiting her work as part of a group exhibition at the Fehily Contemporary Gallery in Melbourne, Australia.

We invited Chloe to tell us a little more about the shows opening and the work she is exhibiting … Continue reading Student Success: Chloe Vallance – Group exhibition

Rome’s Art History: Angelology


I confess I don’t even know how to start a blog post. Blogs are typically opinion pieces and angelology; my research field isn’t about giving one’s own opinions.

Approaching angelology from the direction of history requires factuality – as much as one can talk about factuality in the case of angels. The first rule of angelology thus remains that you don’t chit-chat about angels or else you get confused with a preacher, which might compromise the credibility of your research. Having said that, the Rome Art Program’s idea of including angels in their blog sounded charming, so I decided to give it a clumsy go.

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Faculty Works: The Window at 125

Window noun

win·dow (wĭn′dō)

An opening in the wall or roof of a building or vehicle, fitted with glass in a frame to admit light or air and allow people to see out…

Or in the case of The Window at 125, encouraging people to look in. Continue reading Faculty Works: The Window at 125

Reflections: Liliana Perez – Student, 2011

I washed my feet, as soon as I got into the apartment. After a while I felt as if the dirt on my feet, was a residue, dragged on to the ground, from history. At times I felt that my feet were turning into sponges, gathering the history left behind. When I sat down to draw, the earth under my feet , beckoned me to draw their spirit on to my watercolor, brava! What was I really painting? Continue reading Reflections: Liliana Perez – Student, 2011