Critique My Art

This is an art piece I am very proud of. It is very powerful and meaningful.

This Piece is simply titled “dinosaur tennis.” As you can tell, there is no capitilization, and that part is completely intentional. Dinosaur tennis is a metaphor for life, as we are all dead on the inside, and have indulged in the good fun of not only tennis, but many other sports. Dinosaur tennis is representative of those tired teenagers who long for the weekends, or the future days in the sun.

The color pallet is very limited. primary colors with the exception of the stegosaurus, who is the outlier in the crowd. The stegosaurus wants everyone to be unique and individual, just as they are to this piece.

The tennis ball represents the sport of tennis. However, it can also represent alot of other things. The void. The light. The hopes and dreams we all hold dear to our hearts. Everything in life can be rounded, and unending. the circular tennis ball is the same. Circles have no end.

The tennis net is more than a net. It is our feelings. our emotions. A net that means we are trapped. We are caught in whatever is holding us back. When can we break free? One may never know, but at least we can laugh and have good humor while we wait. Life is a waiting game. Dinosaur tennis is a waiting game.

While the sun is not intentionally representative of a religious figure, One can perceive it that way. If you wish to take it as a figure watching down upon you, seeing  your every action, i have no right to stop you. Art can be metaphorical, but all metaphors are different. I only wish for the sun to be the sun. A big wad of fire, just as the tennis ball is a circle. Circles are reoccurring in ones life. My life has a lot of circles. Donuts in the parking lot, donuts in the cafeteria. I love circles that are donuts.

What do you get from dinosaur tennis? do you see meaning and value? or do you see something much more simple than that? what is your dinosaur tennis? Have you seen a dinosaur before? Is tennis real? Is anything real? The earth is a sponge and I am its oyster.

Author: Kerri Bland

Is it natural to wonder how people hear your electronic voice? We all have our own interpretations of literature, and what the narrators voice sounds like. To be of influence, i'd love for my electronic voice to be compared to that of a gremlin. When you read my posts, read them in the most gremlin-like voice possible. The kind of gremlin that lives under a bridge of a dried up lake, steals everything, and has a nice stash of marshmallows to roast at the earliest convenience. Do what you want with this information :)

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