Erin Moutz Art Blog

For this piece I thought back to my high school experience. In which, I was constantly given writing (or other) assignments with pages of guidelines and rules and regulations. Expectations were in place and we were made into cookie cutter students; we were all the same and so were all of the assignments. No deviation. No exploration. They'd shout from their podiums in front of the class and tell us, "It will be worse in college", "There is never room for error", "If you do not cite this correctly, you will be expelled for plagiarism".  Now in college, I have found that my assignments are very broad and ill defined, because professors do not want to hear their own information regurgitated back at them, they want an individual thought or idea. But somehow I found that harder than ever before. My head was still stuck in that state of regulation, and they keep telling me "Think outside of the box", but how can I when I spent 12 years lear

This piece represents and commemorates one of the greatest losses of my life. A wonderful man who had been my art teacher since I was a young kid, committed suicide in my first semester of college. He taught me to draw and sculpt and paint; he had an open classroom during lunch we could go to and hang out; he enacted bubble Friday's and played music from all sorts of genre. He was the football coach, an art enthusiast, and a history buff. He was a great mentor and friend. Throughout high school, he was my rock, a father-like figure to many at the school including myself. This reflects the emotional turmoil I experienced after his death. He is the rock, a deep blue was colored on to represent my dismal state. The wire cage around it is where I have to keep him, and this pain I feel. Because words do not describe the kind of man he was, and people do not understand that to me, losing him was tantamount to losing my father. I wrapped the rock in wire because the metal is

"The body is the primary mode of perceiving scale" This is a picture I took at Universal Studios, when my cousins found a beautiful moth resting on the ground. Without their hands, no one would have understood the size and beauty of this creature, large enough to fit in the palm of your hand. "Capacity of objects to serve as traces of authentic experience."                                         This is a picture of my postcard collection. For the last 10 years, every time I go somewhere new I made sure to buy a postcard. I do not travel very often, so each postcard serves as a memory and an experience I had for the very first time. "The souvenir reduces the public, monumental, and the 3D into the miniature, that which can be enveloped by the body" This is an image of two Photo Booth snaps from my prom, of me and my best friend. I chose this picture because it took the best parts of that night and c

" Touch is a powerfully important sense among animals, for whom the slightest touch of an object or another animal triggers a response. " I believe that this was a reason stuffed animals were created, to enhance our human senses of touch. These images represent our need for animal interaction is as important as human to human interaction, and their touch triggers a similarly intense reaction for us.