A Quest For Color

Since I had to walk for an hour, I let my feet take me where they would, impulsively deciding to wander around the parts of campus I hadn’t yet fully explored, searching for interesting colors. It was really nice to wander around campus in no hurry, with no place to be anytime soon, with no heavy backpack to carry. I was able to enjoy walking more than I usually do. My mind and body were free to enjoy the sights and sounds of spring’s first days. 

I started my walk at the parking garage where I leave my car and usually walk to class, looking for interesting trees and flowers, the things I usually notice and appreciate on my habitual path, but don’t always take the time to fully enjoy. After I found some purple flowers and interesting bright green tree moss, I dropped my backpack in my locker, and, unhindered, continued my little adventure, aiming to get to Old Main, since I think it’s pretty over there and should have some pleasing hues to capture. 

I walked over to Alkek and took detours when I saw little nooks and crannies that I hadn’t stepped into before, taking the opportunity to explore them and search them for meaning. I eventually meandered over to Old Main, where I was greeted by the big, old, trees with spreading branches and deep shadows of green, brown, and black. They’re very comforting, giving off a sheltering yet mystical feel. 

I took a lot of pictures of trees and flowers. I seemed to gravitate toward green things and anything that stood out next to the green things. For example: I found some early bluebonnets, which stood out nicely against their highly saturated green grass background. A thing to note about bluebonnets, they aren’t entirely blue, they contain white, blue, yellow, pink, and purple. I remembered the flowers start white and yellow before turning blue, but had forgotten that each little flower, once mature, has a pink/red center, probably for guiding bees into the center for pollen and nectar. 

Some other colors also took me by surprise. I saw a small bird outlined against the pale gray sky. It appeared entirely dark gray, like the branch it perched on. When it flew down, closer to my eye level, I saw that the bird wasn’t actually gray at all, it was a vibrant yellow and black. I couldn’t see its true colors until the angle and lighting changed, and I was very surprised. If I hadn’t watched him closely I never would have known he was so beautiful.

It’s funny how little you really see, though your eyes are open. So many images flit across our eyes that we choose to tune out. How many little gray birds have we seen that are actually yellow if we would just be patient enough to watch them a little moment? When you decide to look for beauty in your environment you very often find it. 

-Alana Radkevich (February 23. 2023)

A Meditation of Joseph Alber’s Interactions of Color

I have noticed the perspective reality of color most when I look at hair, fur, or feathers. My dog and my horse are perhaps the best canvasses for light play to tweak their color schemes, especially my horse, Beau, a mild mannered chestnut gelding whose coat looks looks radically different from one lighting to the next.

Chestnut refers to horses with light brown coats with a red/orange hue. In the sunlight my horse’s fur can take on either a reddish orange tint, a golden halo, or, if I’m lucky enough to catch him in just the right lighting at just the right angle: both. Some of my favorite pictures of Beau are of him during an Autumn Sunset. His fur was turned amber and tinged with gold, his white stripe shining like a band of light. Other days, with more diffused lighting, he just looks brown. with vague hints of red. It takes direct sunlight to bring out his yellow tones.

In addition to the colors I can see in his main coat, the little snip of white on his nose plays with the light quite a bit. When it isn’t covered in grass stains or mud I can see reflections of blue and pink on the shiny white hairs, giving Beau’s nose an opalescent quality that really heightens the visual texture of the fur where it is fine and silky.

-Alana Radkevich (February 20th, 2023)

Creating The Camera Obscura: The Project:

I did not particularly enjoy the process of building a camera obscura: I ran into several difficulties early on because many of my supplies for the project were in my locker at school, and I was home during the freeze. I had to improvise with many of my tools and materials but I managed to make it work.

One of my major difficulties was getting my tape to cover all of the boxes’ sides, it kept popping off on one end of the joint between two sheets of cardboard, letting a lot of light into the camera and creating a lack of structural support. To fix this I decided to deviate from the original instructions and use hot glue to hold the 2 boxes’ sides together because it was much sturdier than my tape. I also deviated from the instructions in regards to the tracing paper: all we had in the house at the time was wax paper, which still works as a screen, being translucent.

Fortunately for me, working with the camera was far easier than building it. The only difficulty I really ran into was getting just the right amount of light when taking my pictures: too little exposure wouldn’t allow many details to appear and too much light would create an undesirable white spot in the center of the image, where the magnifying glass concentrated the light. In addition to this, the camera did not take clear photos of up close subjects, so I mainly photographed things at least 20 feet away. I may have been able to adjust the boxes inside of each other to fix this: but it didn’t occur to me at the time that it was an option.

All in all I was not overly fond of working with the camera obscura: I see it as a strange filter to put over a real camera (on my phone: the device that actually captured the images). That being said I do like some of the effects I was able to see in my photos: the camera obscura distorted light in a way that was very interesting to me, creating circular reflections that have an almost magical, celestial quality, which can inform my style in future art pieces, so I consider the experience to have been more or less valuable in the end.

-Alana Radkevich (2-9-2023)