Showing posts with label tribute. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tribute. Show all posts

12.18.2010

don't know what you've got til it's gone

[i wrote this yesterday : saturday december 18]

i am a sentimental person and i can easily attach myself to things and people. i know this.

but i had no idea how much i loved the provo tabernacle until this morning when i saw how much of it isn't there anymore; my heart just broke a little. 

my mom called me, completely choked up, at 6:30am to let me know that it had caught fire and was rapidly burning down. i was shocked and didn't really know how to feel. i got online and saw the news stories, such as this one. while i watched the videos, my eyes flooded with unexpected tears. 

i had work at 8 am, but as i was driving to work i felt myself impulsively veer the car to turn south instead of heading straight to campus. i didn't stop myself; i had a sneaking suspicion i'd do that when when i'd seen the videos.
i pulled in to a parking slot on center street in time to see the smoke still billowing steadily from the building. i sat there in my car, while fresh tears ran down my face. vaguely aware and slightly peeved that i didn't have my camera, i grabbed my sketchbook and a couple of pens and headed out into the cold.
i know to some, to many-- it was just a building. i know. to others, it was a church-owned building, a historic wonder of utah, a part of our heritage. it was this, indeed...but to me, it was also a place of security, and a place full of memories. i don't remember the last time i felt this way about a "thing" being destroyed since we lost our tree last year. i realize it's because it's not just a "thing"...it's the home of a billion memoirs.

as i watched the firemen work to put out the fire (apparently there are still flames in the back of the building), a lot of things went through my head.
 
i remembered all those times growing up when we'd go to stake conference there. to me, it was a privilege to sojourn once a year to that building for church. i remembered, during those times, feeling privileged to sit in the balcony, and at some times trying to see that cute boy that i liked or wave to some of my girl friends. i remembered looking around, seeing so many familiar faces and feeling happiness, unity and peace. i remembered standing and singing hymns and feeling the spirit as i sat, listening to the speakers. i remembered drawing the architecture on the program while listening to a choir (i wonder if i still have that...). i remembered the time that i was asked by elder moon, of the quorum of the 70, to recite with another girl, 'the living Christ' to my entire stake from memory. i remembered the hesitant feelings i had that day, and the many small miracles that accompanied to bring me peace and success. that's in fact, one of the first things i think about when i think of the tabernacle.


i also remembered my high school choir performances there, and that beautiful organ. lots of rehearsals. i remembered different feelings -- of excitement, of anticipation and of wonder i felt at the onset of singing  -- solely because of the humble grandeur of the place. i remember last year i sang in a byu choir (the first time i'd choir-ed in college) and the sense of familiarity and welcome i felt as i walked in to that rehearsal and following performance. it had just felt...right. 


i stood there this morning, in the cold, drawing the building amidst the firefighters and spectators. i met a random byu student around my age and talking with her about it, then an older gentleman who was a photographer who'd shot many an event in the building. 

turned out that drawing the place was cathartic for me. it was, in a way, my way of paying tribute to the old friend. as i drew, i said goodbye. my emotions, the hurried pace and honestly the freezing cold made it hard for my hands to not shake so it wasn't a really great drawing, but i didn't really care: what i cared about was that i documented that experience, not so much the actual look, in my own way. and for that i was grateful. 

after the girl and man left, i saw two good friends* taking photos. we reminisced for a bit, and it was nice to see familiar faces. after about 45 total minutes of freezing, i left for work. 

i know i'm not alone in feeling this way, which is comforting. i like sharing feelings with each other. not just sharing = me telling, but sharing = us feeling mutually. i texted some friends and family about it this morning, and posted a link to the article on facebook. i saw that many other friends had posted similar feelings. it was cool how each expressed the same thing, but in their own way.


"Mourning the loss of the heart of downtown Provo today." -dalene

"I can't believe that we are losing the Provo Tabernacle." -kate

"A little piece of my heart broke when I heard about the Provo Tabernacle fire. :( Praying they can salvage the shell so they can rebuild." -karen

"I'm gonna cry. So many memories in that tabernacle. The best of provo's historic buildings. Ugh....this really sucks!" -sara

"So sad by the loss of the Provo Tabernacle this morning. So many memories I treasure there....choir concerts, stake conference and Christmas festivities. Over 100 years of history lost in a matter of hours." -stephanie
"One of the most historical buildings from my hometown went up in flames this morning." - joe
"Devastated over the loss of the Provo Tabernacle. We used to walk by it daily, and now it's in ruins." -anthony
and, simply,

"Tabernacle. :(" -hannah
my brother kevin just texted me that he and his wife were going to the performance that was scheduled tonight. the original artwork and production set for the performance has all been destroyed, and many of the instruments. later, he simply texted me, "I had my seminary graduation there." again: so simple, yet so special. [sidenote: check this out. what an awesome testimony. also, this is a beautiful tribute]

s
trange how much one little building can be based around so many powerful memories and affect so many lives.


it will be forever remembered in the hearts of those who have grown up here and those who have since connected with it. if you have any affiliation or memory of the tabernacle you'd like to share, i would love to read it in the comments. and if not, i hope that maybe through my memories and the others' sentiments above, you can at least vicariously get to know the old building a little bit.  it is worth getting to know. 

*kody threlfall was one of those friends, who took the beautiful photographs that accompany this post. 



11.18.2009

it all started with a mouse.


dear mickey mouse,
the walt disney company recognizes your official birthday as november 18, 1928.

first of all, i'm glad walt disney's wife lilly offered you the name of mickey, not 'mortimer' like walt first thought.

thanks for being walt's first creation after his first big character, oswald the lucky rabbit, was stolen from him-- by way of fine print in legal documents by those whom he had called friends. you really saved the day.

did you know you were the first cartoon to talk? ever?

i think it's pretty cool that you were created, in reality, as walt's alter ego. i also think it's pretty cool that walt himself was the voice of your character, and since then, only two others have held that cherished position.

both you and walt started off --very literally-- poor and shoeless.

did you know that walt disney designed you after the likes of charlie chaplin? he once said, "we wanted something charming and appealing, and we thought of a tiny bit of a mouse that would have something of the wistfulness of chaplin--a little fellow trying to do the best he could."

thank you, mickey, for being the symbol of hope through the Great Depression. your optimism was the silver lining on the clouds of despair that were shrouding the vision of the people.

president roosevelt admired your "spirit and resourcefulness"(according to pat williams). so, he ordered that your cartoons be played in the white house.

england even liked you--king george v made sure that your cartoons were played along with every film at the buckingham palace.

walt even received a medal from the League of Nations, recognizing you as a "symbol of universal good will."

things got crazy in the world, mickey, war broke out. good thing you were around.

you brought such comfort to the people, that adolf hitler actually banned your cartoons from german theaters!

at the time of the London Blitz, the English children were actually given gas masks bearing your picture! as pat williams* says, "the terror of the bombing raids was made more bearable because [mickey] mouse was there."

on D-Day (june 6, 1946) there was a password given to the soldiers fighting. it was one that all the friendly forces would recognize: "mickey mouse".

walt disney summed you up pretty well: "mickey mouse to me is a symbol of independence. born of necessity, the little fellow literally freed us of immediate worry."

you did all this, mickey, and much much more. i don't think the world today quite realizes what all you've done. so, i just wanted to say thank you.

happy birthday, mickey. i hope it was a good one.
sincerely,
a [not so secret] admirer




(this was the first mickey cartoon; the sound was added after it was released, when walt discovered sound technology)


*all of this information in my letter to mickey and the quotes are from one of my newfound most cherished books: how to be like walt, by pat williams with jim denney. it would be so very worth your time to read.


"I only hope that we never lose sight of one thing--that it was all started by a mouse."
-Walt Disney

7.23.2009

11 lessons learned from "UP"

i am an avid pixar fan. pixar is kind of what drives me to be an animator sometimes. as i watched their newest film "Up"...4 times...i realized that there are a lot of "grown-up" lessons to be learned.

here are some little golden bits of wisdom i took from it:
1. there's something to be said about 'true love'. it's worth waiting for.
2. never stop dreaming.
3. never give up hope in trying to accomplish a goal.
4. i hate squirrels...
5. friends are true no matter what. they don't judge.
6. draw on your walls.
7. sometimes, if you just open your eyes and look for it, you're in the middle of an adventure.
8. POINT!!! (see above image)
9. through disappointments, we can see more clearly.
10. appreciate the past, live in the present, look forward to the future. cherish them all!
11."sometimes, the boring things are the things we remember most."

what did you learn?

6.01.2009

Antisocial: Part III (Anatomy for Artists)

the last installment of my 'antisocial' series! i've blogged about this class before. and i'd really REALLY like you to visit Laura's post about it...she summed it up really well. i'm giving the extended version, i guess. :)

i just remember coming out of class every single day with new appreciation and fascination of the human body. and of art, but more of the human body. here is one example of those days. as you can tell, i was pretty excited.

okay. being months later, i'm going to try to explain how amazing and inspiring this class was, but i'm sure it won't have the same feeling that it would have if i would have blogged then. i apologize. i mourn for the knowledge that has seeped through my mind like sand out of a cupped hand...but i want to try to gain it back.

a couple of things::
anatomy for artists (VAILL 252) was taught by niki covington, a young teacher who had just returned from the Florence Academy of Art (as in, Italy!). he was classically trained, and thus taught us in the same method. and 'method' it was: everything was very methodical, drawing-wise.

lectures:: each day, we'd come to the 3-hour class (8-11am) and for the first two hours or so, he'd lecture on anatomy. then we'd draw the model for the remaining time. to start with, we bought books by Paul Richer (the ultimate genius of anatomy) and Eliot Goldfinger (who copied off of Richer...like the rest of us, but his book was more helpful to figure out how muscles/bones relate together) -- which i highly suggest for anyone interested in drawing anatomy. niki would show examples from the great artists. during lecture, he'd use slides projected from his computer and we got bajillions of awesome handouts (from Italy...i feel really lucky to have them). we took tedious and meticulous notes as much as possible (i even attended the night section of the class...just so i could reinforce what i'd learned). later, during muscle reviews, he'd project the skeleton on the board and draw the muscles on top of it, or have us come draw the muscles. he'd use the muscle statue in the room, the models, and joe (our trusty, but very old skeleton) to teach us about specifics (sometimes, he'd use all three).

drawing::
this is how niki taught us (not the only way to draw, but this is how we did it in this class):
-pencil sharpened with a razor to a very tiny sharp point
-make sure your easel is upright, and stand so th
at half of it blocks your body so the other half of your body is where you can see the model
-stand an arms length away from the easel (where your palm can touch your paper)
-take away any distractions (even move the p
aper to the edge of the easel so there's no line between the paper and the model)
-if you wear a hat with a rim, it helps because it takes away the light that comes from above which detracts from seeing the figure totally accurately
-sight size: where you draw the model exactly how big you see him/her. can directly translate proportions and measurements
-good way to start: draw constraints first: a top and bottom mark in which your figure will be placed. find the middle line, then the angles. find the pit of the neck. then block it out.
-make sure you can always see the entire figure, and st
and back to always make sure everything relates to itself
-triangulate-- take one point (landmark on body) and measure it with at least 2 more points to ensure accuracy
-simplify. anatomy isn't everything. just because you know tons about the body doesn't mean you should use all that information in your drawings. the best drawings are designed well and have strong and confident shapes.
-"appreciate this curve and how it dips down into that depression....appreciate how there is a subtle transition between the bone and the muscle...appreciate the curve against that straight there..." niki said 'appreciate' a lot :)
-"yeah. yeah. for sure." anyone who's actually taken the class can just picture niki saying that and chuckle. he said it daily. we loved it.
-SQUINT; LOOK AT THE WHOLE!!!! (niki pounded this into us; he'd always always say it! if there was ever too long a period that went by with too much silence, you could hear scott or someone mumble it from across the room :D)

bones::

we started with bones. we learned about a new set of bones each day. we'd come to class having drawn the specific bone or bone set 3 times, labeling everything, and after the lecture our homework would be the same bone(s) 2 more times now that we knew more about it, plus 3 of the next lecture's bone(s).

(if you look closely, you can see some that say "drawing 1" vs "drawing 2" signifying before and after the lecture)

our teacher would then correct anything that was wrong by laying tracing paper over the top of our drawings and correct them individually and write comments. which i thought was awesome.

then we put all the bones together. the skeleton.


5-eyed squares::
we learned how to draw the skeleton from memory by learning about the 5-eyed squares. did you know the width of your face is five of your eyes wide? well, so is the height from the top of the head to nose, nose to top of sternum, top of sternum to bottom of sternum, bottom of sternum to end of rib cage.......do you see where this is going? AND everything (except for the arms) fits nicely between two 5-eyed squares next to each other.


muscles::
so. freaking. awesome.

after lecture each day, we'd be given a handout of a photograph of a model. we'd take tracing paper and put it over the photograph, drawing the bones where they should be. then, we'd put tracing paper on top of that and draw where the muscles would be, in proper relation to the bones, including where they originate and insert. these were called ecorce drawings. we'd only put down the muscles we'd talked about thus far (we knew the bones by then) so it built over time. we also had to draw the "deep" muscles, then erase those to draw the "superficial" muscles on top that cover them, so we could understand the form better. the more muscles we learned, the more complex the photographs (and our drawings) got. note that we couldn't just put generic bones and muscles; we had to draw exactly where they'd be on that individual (we are not all the same!). which made it a hecka lot harder.
(we started with heads)















(then upper body and lower body. for some reason, i didn't include my lower body ones so i'll get some up soon. check back. i censored some for anyone who might be offended, and i won't show any picture without the drawings on top of it. however, the real things are really awesome, so you are welcome to come over and see them!)



this was probably my favorite position we had to draw (and the most difficult). i re-did part of it to get a better score, and a better understanding.

creativity::
for the pseudo-final exam, we had a t-shirt contest. we made our teacher enter as well, and the majority voted for his, so we all got shirts with his design on them. which i was perfectly fine with :)

here's the one i submitted, front and back:





































final exam::

then. for our real final exam, here were the stipulations, as dictated on a contract we signed:

1) draw the entire skeleton: front, side, and back
2) draw all the muscles on top of the skeleton drawings (on tracing paper)
3) label every bone and muscle
4) all of this must be done in one sitting (as in, sit down, draw, you're done when you stop)
5) though it is a take-home final, all of this must be done from MEMORY with NO NOTES.

well. in all my experience being an artist of any sort, i believe this was the most strenuous and concentrated work i've ever completed.

i started studying hardcore -- 7:30 pm
i felt adequately ready, thus beginning to actually draw -- 12:06 am
i had the entire skeleton drawn -- 3:00 am
i finished the first set of muscles -- 4am
second set of muscles -- 4:35 am (the side view is fastest)
completely done with my anatomy for artists exam -- 5:30 am

i was a sleepy little puppy after that. but do you know what? i have never felt so blessed or accomplished. that night was one of discovery for me. it was a near impossible task, to take all of the knowledge i'd gained in one semester to spit it out in one night.

but i did it.

here it is.

(this is all we were given:)

(below are the bones on tracing paper on top of the squares page)

(this is the muscles on top of the bones on tracing paper)



how i survived::
i'm not generally one to toot my own horn, for lack of better term, but i was so proud of this final exam. i could never think that i did it alone. my teacher was awesome and helpful; so were my classmates and books. but that night, as i sat solitary at my kitchen table for 10 tedious hours, i knew that my Heavenly Father was up with me. he blessed my mind to recall all i'd worked so hard and studied for. he blessed my body so that i could stay alert and focus. he blessed my hands and eyes to connect with my knowledge.

i'd prayed beforehand when i started to get one of my infamous headaches that i would make it through the final free of pain. all was well. as soon as 5:30 hit, i got super sleepy and started to sense an ache in my head. atypical of my usual response, i grinned from ear to ear. no headache during the final. no sleepiness. that's all i wanted, and i got it. this was one of my favorite things i took from the class.

another thing i learned from the class was how sacred and special and utterly amazing the body truly is. each day, as we learned about the body, i realized how much of a divine design it truly is. there is no way we could have just 'happened to be'...the body is way too complex for that. as we learned about bones, we'd have to label tiny little ridges or indents. i'd first thought it was ridiculous and insignificant, but as we learned about the muscles, we realized that big muscles would attach to those tiny little marks. each part of the body is crucial to itself to function properly. i am now reminded of the scripture in 1 Cor 12:12-27 where it relates the church to a body. it really is so critical that we all help each other and learn together, being so unified. as laura puts it, "We're China-doll fragile"...yet we can accomplish so much (my brother competed in an IronMan triathalon a few years back...that opened my mind to a lot of possibilities).

anyway. i think it's kind of funny when people say 'art major' with tongue in cheek, rolling their eyes. i think it's funny when they think it means all we do is draw pretty pictures out of our heads all the time. i'd love to see them take this class. :]

*all images copyright kristin gulledge, 2008

5.01.2009

Obituary of a Beloved Fallen Tree

[I originally wrote this on April 17-18, 2009 but didn't post because I didn't have photos. I took all the photos in this post the morning of April 16.]

I tend to be an optimistic person. When it happens to snow in April, I'm usually like, "Hey, snow. Cool. Wanna make a snow castle?"

However, the snowstorm last night destroyed something that I can't get back. Those of you who know me well know that
I'm pretty passionate about nature (think about it). It's sad to hear about the natural disasters and such. However, on the fateful early morning of Thursday, April 16, my mom raced into my room and informed me to look out the window. I went to the front door and saw what's depicted in the photo on the topright. When I realized that our once huge, slender beautiful tree with fresh pink blossoms that resided just outside of my window had come crashing down due to the bizarre inclement weather, I was heartbroken. This wasn't just any tree...it was one of the things that I loved most about my home.

So...I am writing an obituary.
Our dear pink blossomed tree fought a good fight for over 19 years [ever since we bought our home] until a terrible accident took its life. Vile bitty critters had infested and weakened its once sturdy trunk, but when a freak snow storm crept upon the unassuming town of Provo, the little tree couldn't fight any longer. Its branches, already weak with disease, were suddenly laden with the extra weight of wet snow.
No longer do we have the pink beautiful tree that held the memories of six childhoods and a caring mother who watched over it through the years. Our yard seems empty, and we will sorely miss its previous occupant.

It is preceded by its elder peach tree, two umbrella trees, and a weeping willow, due to similar accidents. It is survived by two umbrella trees, three pine trees, a few rocks and an apple tree (one that sustained major injuries as well, and is now in critical condition but will be fine).

We will miss you, little tree.

I partly write this in humor, but it actually has been a really hard last couple of days for Mom and I. That tree had a lot more than just branches and leaves. It was the tree that I most associated with our home. In reality, it was an extension of our home; it grew up with me. I do miss it, sappy as it sounds (no pun intended).

Some favorite memories include:
- climbing it when i was little and staying there, reading books
- climbing it and observing my big brother Jonny [on the ground] stick up for me when his friend poked fun at me, not knowing i was in the tree
-playing hide-and-seek and other games with my nieces and nephews around the tree
-seeing the pink blossomed trees around Provo and swelling with pride a bit to know I had a tree just as gorgeous (if not more so) in my very own front yard
-watching the setting sun's beams pierce through the tree
-taking sibling pictures beside it and glamor shots of my sister in front of it
-having to duck underneath its branches when walking to my front door, basking in the scent of the blossoms
-looking out my window, just to see it there
-my mom telling me (when I was very young) that I couldn't eat the red berry-looking things...they were NOT cherries :)
-the first time there was snow and blossoms...at the same time

It's been a few days...but still I get a sad little shock when I look outside and recognize its absence.


For those of you who had any experiences with our tree or with their own, or would just like to add anything, please record them under the "thoughts" part. I'd love to hear.


I think that I'll plant a pink-blossomed tree in my front yard when I have my own home someday.