Project 4: Finished Pages

Project 4: Table of Contents and Cover Page

Project 4: Three Page Spreads

Project 3 Sketches

Project 3 Photos (Box)

Project 3 Description

For this project the BDS 102 students we to pick an object that meant something to us. It had to be pretty small and connect to us somehow. It could symbolize a memory or be literal but it had to connect to us and be of some importance. After we picked our object our next step was to think about how we would place that object in a vessel. We were supposed to think about how it would lay or stand in a box or in a bowl/container.

            The vessel was not to be too big. There was a size restriction on it. The box could not be any bigger than eight inches in height, length, or width because the tools we were using could not go any higher than that. Also, our object was supposed to be fairly small so that size would be too big anyway.

            After we decided on an object, we were to sketch and build prototypes along with doing mind-maps that would help us decide on a shape for our vessel. Once we had prototypes ready and done and we had decided on a specific box, our next step was to get the precise measurements for the box and get the wood we would make it out of.

            After we purchased the wood, we were to use the ban saw, wood glue, and carpet tape to build our vessel. Once we had it built and glued together our next step was to document everything we did with photos and finish the box by sanding it down and making it look perfect.

Statement of Purpose

This project required me to think about something that has great importance to me. I have many of these objects in my life but a few stood out to me when I was thinking of which one to choose for this project. It had to be small enough to fit in this tiny box and still have a deeper meaning behind it in my opinion.

            I finally ended up choosing a rose. About five years ago when my grandma died, all the grandkids were given a rose at her funeral because it was my grandma’s favorite. I was too young to understand the meaning of the flower and a couple days after the funeral I threw mine away. Years later when I was helping my sister move, I found my grandma’s rose in her things and immediately felt terrible for throwing it away. Throwing that rose away is probably the one thing I regret the most in my life.

            For my box, I decided to build a box that could reflect the image of a rose. The shape is rounded at the top and the bottom tapers in to resemble a stem. The wood is a light color that takes after the yellow of the rose petals. Then on the top there are carvings of shapes that reflect the petals of the rose and then the stem of the rose.

Project 3 Summary

This project was probably the most difficult for me out of all the projects this semester. I’m used to working on the computer or with a camera so with this project where I had to build something from nothing while using power tools really scared me. Not only because sharp objects scare me but because I had no idea what I was doing with this project.

I first started out at my own house with my dad so he could help me with the tools I needed and he could help me with the saw because I knew if I worked in the common shop there would be a lot of people down there and I wouldn’t get a lot of help but with my dad he could focus on me. But the saw in our basement wasn’t thick enough to cut the block of wood so I ended up cutting my wood in the common shop after all.

I think I really could have done better on my box because the walls aren’t straight and I think I may have built it the wrong way but I’m proud of it just because it holds something special to me. The carvings on the lid were probably the hardest part for me though.  I’m not used to it and I used the knife the wrong way and ended up cutting myself and having to get stitches but it all ended up all right.

If I could do this again I would cut straighter lines, sand the box better, but I like the carvings on the lid because it’s sort of organic like a flower.

Duality Essay

Back in the day, when I was in Girl Scouts and went to camp every summer with the same girls, I met a girl from a different elementary school that was in my same camp group almost every year. We got along so well because we were both weird kids in girl scouts together. Years later, in junior high, we were reunited again in the same gym class and we had common friends between the two of us. After being casual friends in junior high and some of high school it was our junior year when we realized that we were each other kindred spirits (or so her mom said).

            After years after gaining a sister-like bond we chose to be roommates together. The news of us being roommates sounded like a bad idea to everyone in the world except for us. Our families said that we would hate each other after the first week but it’s been a whole semester and we are together almost 24/7. This goes to show that we are long lost sister (in our opinion).

            Danielle and I go on adventures together. That makes us sound like we’re twelve years old but sometimes we act like it. I can think of one specific story that defines our relationship. Our parents really wanted both of us to go through sorority recruitment but Danielle and I had different plans. Since we were going through recruitment we got to move into our dorm earlier than the rest of the freshman class. We already knew that we did not want to be in sororities so instead of going to bed early because we were going to have an early day of sorority stuff, we went to a concert and spent the night at a friends house so we would not have to sneak back into our dorm although that requires no sneaking at all we thought we would get in trouble for going back so late. By the time we got back to our dorm in the morning it was before all the girls were supposed to leave so after we got to our room and fell back asleep we had a bunch of recruitment ladies and sorority girls banging on our door telling us to get up and go to recruitment. But being the sneaky twelve-year-old girls we are, we ignored them and went back to sleep.

            That story makes me think about how similar we are. All we wanted to do was listen to music, hang out with friends, and sleep. We’re the same person and I Love it.