Swarming Bees on a Bicycle Collage

This is the collage I made on photoshop of my interpretation of Swarming Bees on a Bicycle. I wanted to make the rose image replace the water it is covering. I was able to get help doing this but it got undone and I couldn't figure out how to get it back. I plan to do that with my next draft. I would also like to make the boulder blocking the road black and white. I am sure I will make other changes as well as more ideas come to mind.

Feldman's Model

A black and white photograph features part of a bicycle, with the seat completely covered in bees. The basic shape of the seat remains, but the swarm gives it a new texture and overall appearance. The background consists of a brick sidewalk and some sort of building, most likely a business of some sort. The seat of the bicycle is the most striking, but almost one fourth of the back wheel is visible and bee-free. One pedal sits waiting for the owner to come along and put it in motion.
The photograph demands attention as it shows such an unusual occurrence. The choice of a black and white photo versus one in color works well for this piece. A color picture could take away focus from the bees, if, say the building behind the bike were a strong color, like bright red. Varying colors might create some distraction, even though the swarm of bees is a powerful image. I like this photo because it is simple and unique.
Interpretation
This photograph illustrates the power of numbers. Because there are so many bees, and they are so close together, they merge into one unit. They are a mob, acting as one rather than individual bees acting separately. Whether they are protesting something, or simply want a ride on the bike, they cannot be ignored. They are too powerful to be swatted away. One bee may be insignificant, but hundreds united will have their demands met.
The effectiveness of large groups is seen in our society. In the United States, most change happens as a result of thousands to millions of people coming together to protest or defend their cause. A group acting as a unit can stop even the most powerful individual. This strategy was instrumental in the civil rights movement, women’s rights movement, and Vietnam War protests. It remains to be a way for people to get attention and gain control.

Oppenheim: Photo, Swarming Bees on Bicycle Seat

This is a photo of mountains and a waterfall.  We filtered the mountainside village with mosaic tile filter. We inserted our mascot (the little mermaid) after resizing and rotating it.

words that communicate from my sketchbook

monsters from sketchbook

ekstasis

There were so many options. Where did each lead? Perhaps I would take the small set of steps, or maybe the upside-down flight of stairs; that one looked mysterious. Some looked complicated and challenging, but intriguing; they were possibilities as well. Or should I go with the more traditional staircase...right-side up and average in length. That one appeared to be the safest. It could be a trick, though. Sharp shadows were cast by each corner. Some shadows were light and inviting, while others were dark and dangerous looking. As I turned each corner I was apprehensive of what could be lurking in the sinister shadows.
The walls of each room were painted white and so was the floor. The only noticeable difference was the type of stairs, each popping out at me in its own distinctive way. I went through each room; there were twelve all together. When I finally reached the last room, I said out loud, “the end.” I spotted what I hoped would be the exit and wondered how I had even gotten into this place. I couldn’t remember an entrance.
I made my way towards the doorway, only to find another set of stairs. I was almost certain this was the way to get out, so I took a deep breath and descended the stairway. Luckily, it was short and I quickly found myself outside of the structure I thought I would never escape. I walked around it and backed up to get a view of the entire building. It was the most oddly shaped place I had ever seen. It resembled an outline of a Christmas tree. Each corner was sharp, like the point of a steeple. I circled the entire edifice in search of a way in, but there were no windows, and no doors. I turned to find my way home and marveled at this experience I had that no one would ever believe.

John-Yoon Kin’s Pop-up Stairs