Hi All,
Today you started you "We too sing" designs for Harlem Textile Works. Your all off on the right foot but to help you clarify your ideas to finish your designs I want you to write down WHY your designs look the way they do...
Why are you using the fonts you're using?
Why are you using the colors you're using?
Why are you arranging your words the way you are?
What is the concept behind your idea?
Answer these questions in you Fashion Advisory Notebooks (you can also write or type them on a separate sheet of paper and then staple that into your notebooks).
Note: You don't have to post this to the blog... YET! You will soon, so make sure you resolve any technical issues you may be having in using the blog this week so that you will be ready to post next week. If you had trouble logging on or posting before, stop by the computer lab after 3 with Mr. Pangie to get to the bottom of you issues.
That's all for now. See you next week!
p.s. Take another look at the text designs you saw in class... be inspired, and apply whatever ideas you like to your own designs. Come to class ready to ask how to accomplish the design tricks you want to use.
Ms. Peters, I would like to post to our blog. Could you repeat how to post?
ReplyDeleteTx, Ms Steinhart
I Hear America Singing
ReplyDeleteby Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or
at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of
the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows,
robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
I, Too, Sing America
ReplyDeleteby Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.