<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366336285720751287</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:33:28.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multimedia Project</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eleanor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08073546793279990288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366336285720751287.post-6154225479711758946</id><published>2008-03-31T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:14:43.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The transition from drawing/painting to using technology as a medium for art was an interesting transition. Personally, I believe that it was an easy transition to make. We really do live in a digital world, and having to use it as a material to create art only extends on the lifestyle that we carry out each and every day. One could even go so far as to say that it is a ritual that our culture has adopted. Each person’s life is saturated with technology, and accessing it daily has become part of a pattern that is ritualistic in nature, almost as if we feel we should pay homage to the technology in our lives. Therefore, using digital media for creating art was simply just using skills from everyday life and applying it in a new paradigm. One very striking realization was when I recognized that as I was observing the candlelight vigil, the access that I had to my camera made me look at the event in a different way. I wasn’t being there just to be there, to soak in the moments, to make mental notes and images of what was happening. Instead, I was constantly looking for the perfect “shot.” The ability that I had that with one click of my finger I had a perfect picture, frozen in time, changed my entire perspective on the event. The access to this media changed the amount of power that I held in that situation. Instead of creating my own perspective, molding the art into something that was individualistic, the digital camera captured all of it. Does the technology that saturates our lives almost dictate how we live it? However much this might be true, the beautiful thing about using digital media as a new medium in art allows us to regain that power we might have lost in other areas of our lives. Taking a picture might be concrete and general, but deciding what pictures to take, what moments to capture at an event, allows our own personal beliefs and perspective to come back into the picture. To completely reject digital media in the realm of art would not make sense, because it is only growing in our culture in lives. It is important to acknowledge its power and use it as a new personal expression of art. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366336285720751287-6154225479711758946?l=multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/feeds/6154225479711758946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366336285720751287&amp;postID=6154225479711758946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default/6154225479711758946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default/6154225479711758946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/2008/03/transition-from-drawingpainting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eleanor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08073546793279990288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366336285720751287.post-159793132584336899</id><published>2008-03-24T15:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:16:17.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Situational Tour: Candlelight Vigil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gt1Ag-UkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s1Gdb_VyeDk/s1600-h/whitehouse+01587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gt1Ag-UkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s1Gdb_VyeDk/s320/whitehouse+01587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441759984374338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As the candlelight vigil begins, individuals gather&lt;br /&gt;across from the White House. As the sun sets, this&lt;br /&gt;building is the backdrop of the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-guHQg-UlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7gmegQOUsQM/s1600-h/Crowd1+01606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-guHQg-UlI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7gmegQOUsQM/s320/Crowd1+01606.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181442073516986962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The crowd collects around a small number of people&lt;br /&gt;telling stories of the war. A sense of unity unfolds&lt;br /&gt;as people come to the realization that they are not&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-guogg-UnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wgIFV-4C3XY/s1600-h/Sign+01612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-guogg-UnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wgIFV-4C3XY/s320/Sign+01612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181442644747637362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As dark engulfs the people, only candles and signs&lt;br /&gt;remain to be seen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gviQg-UoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nbyK6UceB10/s1600-h/Peace+01637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gviQg-UoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nbyK6UceB10/s320/Peace+01637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181443636885082754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A woman wearing a peace flag is seen&lt;br /&gt;among the crowd. There is no shouting,&lt;br /&gt;beating of drums or arrests, yet this&lt;br /&gt;statement is just as strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gvpQg-UpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vlyTIXIP_sE/s1600-h/Man+01625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gvpQg-UpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/vlyTIXIP_sE/s320/Man+01625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181443757144167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The presence of the American flag gives a stark&lt;br /&gt; sense of hope. It is a reminder that the freedom to do&lt;br /&gt;such things as protest is the ideology that&lt;br /&gt;this country is founded upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gvxAg-UqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W8wWsd-YYiE/s1600-h/circle+01631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gvxAg-UqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/W8wWsd-YYiE/s320/circle+01631.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181443890288153250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emotions rise as each person recounts a story of a&lt;br /&gt;soldier's experiences, their fears, and the time that it takes&lt;br /&gt;to heal the wounds of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-qSWgg-UuI/AAAAAAAAABc/3zS0_qmML1I/s1600-h/DSC01633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-qSWgg-UuI/AAAAAAAAABc/3zS0_qmML1I/s320/DSC01633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182115236626191074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beauty of the night comes in&lt;br /&gt;the understanding that each person has&lt;br /&gt;their own reason for being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gv7wg-UrI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y-fHNcs5H1E/s1600-h/boy+01626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gv7wg-UrI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y-fHNcs5H1E/s320/boy+01626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181444074971746994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gwGQg-UsI/AAAAAAAAABM/KIChPdapQFU/s1600-h/candles+01627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gwGQg-UsI/AAAAAAAAABM/KIChPdapQFU/s320/candles+01627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181444255360373442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At this moment, security isn't found in presence&lt;br /&gt;of police or authority. It's found in the hearts&lt;br /&gt;of others and the soft glow of the candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gwQQg-UtI/AAAAAAAAABU/5rXvx6Bo8Zk/s1600-h/singlecandle+01640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gwQQg-UtI/AAAAAAAAABU/5rXvx6Bo8Zk/s320/singlecandle+01640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181444427159065298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And soon, the candles are all that are left. But&lt;br /&gt;they too will die out, and only the unity and solace&lt;br /&gt; provided by the vigil will remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366336285720751287-159793132584336899?l=multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/feeds/159793132584336899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366336285720751287&amp;postID=159793132584336899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default/159793132584336899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default/159793132584336899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/2008/03/candlelight-vigil-was-held-in-front-of.html' title='Situational Tour: Candlelight Vigil'/><author><name>Eleanor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08073546793279990288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v8kLq_iB2UM/R-gt1Ag-UkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/s1Gdb_VyeDk/s72-c/whitehouse+01587.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366336285720751287.post-7602998435284555503</id><published>2008-03-17T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:34:00.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Maps</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=1600+Pennsylvania+Ave.+Washington+DC&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=74.527493,80.15625&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=38.906664,-77.032356&amp;amp;spn=0.009235,0.009785&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJpqx95LLNhuJvodze51dD-dzCnNCA"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=1600+Pennsylvania+Ave.+Washington+DC&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=74.527493,80.15625&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=38.906664,-77.032356&amp;amp;spn=0.009235,0.009785&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=14&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A candlelight vigil will be held at this location on Wednesday March 19th. I believe that this is a very powerful way to make a statement about the war. I think it will be a beautiful sight to photograph because of all the people gathered together holding candles in the dark. I want to focus on the faces of the people only lit by candlelight. The faces show not only the specific people effected by the war but the pain and emotion that can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A candlelight vigil has been a ritual for many years to express remembrance of an event or people. The beauty of such an event is that is allows for each individual to have their own reason for participating. There is not one specific ideology that drives this event, but many. Security and authority go hand in hand, and I believe that a vigil is a peaceful way to defy such institutions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366336285720751287-7602998435284555503?l=multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/feeds/7602998435284555503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366336285720751287&amp;postID=7602998435284555503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default/7602998435284555503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default/7602998435284555503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/2008/03/google-maps.html' title='Google Maps'/><author><name>Eleanor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08073546793279990288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1366336285720751287.post-3169486303506835448</id><published>2008-03-17T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:55:15.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The computer and art</title><content type='html'>The revolution of the computer has impacted the world of art in many ways. It has allowed anyone, anywhere in the world, to share their creations with others. Art has always been an outlet for people to express their opinions, defy cultural constraints, make statements and amplify their beliefs. Now, the computer provides a new source of media for the arts. Individuals can take previously created pieces from any point in time and modify it to make it their own. It brings the world of art on a personal level, making it more accessible to the general public and allowing anyone to participate and create something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1366336285720751287-3169486303506835448?l=multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/feeds/3169486303506835448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1366336285720751287&amp;postID=3169486303506835448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default/3169486303506835448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1366336285720751287/posts/default/3169486303506835448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimediaproject-eleanor.blogspot.com/2008/03/computer-and-art.html' title='The computer and art'/><author><name>Eleanor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08073546793279990288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
