tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88118773674907365682024-02-07T00:18:34.514-08:00Lillian Duermeier IllustrationLillian Joan Duermeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740123815617749783noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811877367490736568.post-43693220990288393592011-11-22T14:09:00.000-08:002011-11-22T14:09:42.794-08:00Monarch Mudras, Sunflower Sutras, continued...Here are a few images of the works, their progress, and the show itself.<br />
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This would have never been possible without my wonderful mother (an exceptionally talented seamstress), and the keen eyes of Tim and Betsy Forcade of Forcade Associates in Lawrence, Kansas - their fantastic view of color and its effect on a printed piece allowed my work to be seen in a way I have never viewed it before - rich, vibrant, and alive. I extend my thanks to everyone involved in this project.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Before the pieces were placed in the gallery space, I spent my time taping up paper that was roughly about the same size of each work. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Laying out each print. This was the first time that I had seen the final printed pieces - I was breathless! My mother drove them all the way up from Kansas with her, and we stationed ourselves in a hotel for almost a week to finalize the work. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Picking out a coordinating fabric for each thangka.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My mother removing thread and other miscellany from inside the Red Tara piece. We just thought it was too goofy to NOT take a photo. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I apologize for the horrendously blurry photo! A side-by-side of the Guanyin and Red Tara in their final state. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The final layout. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Not the most flattering photo (especially my vampire eyes), but you can get the gist of just how large each work was. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Looking back, I'm remembering just what a rewarding experience it was to make these pieces. I don't think I am completely done with the concept just yet. It still has so much room for growth, and there are other Buddhas/Bodhisattvas that were unable to make the cut for the show (due to time constraints), that I would still love to explore. Eastern imagery never ceases to inspire. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">As a footnote, feel free to take a peek my thesis featured in a few small publications!: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.insidemilwaukee.com/Article/592011-MIADSeniorExhibition">Inside Milwaukee</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.jsonline.com/blogs/entertainment/119043899.html">Milwaukee Journal Sentinel Online</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.miad.edu/friends-donors/past-community-events/1329-seniors-ready-for-capstone-thesis-exhibition">Milwaukee Institute of Art and Design's Website </a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Until next time! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Best. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Lillian</div>Lillian Joan Duermeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740123815617749783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811877367490736568.post-41883591861730905512011-11-22T13:32:00.000-08:002011-12-02T11:17:26.859-08:00Monarch Mudras, Sunflower Sutras: An Exploration of East Meets Midwest<div><br />
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</div>Though thesis has come and passed (I can't believe graduation was almost half a year ago!), I have been yearning to post these to my blog, as well as their process. For those who were not able to attend the show, this body of work focused on my Buddhist upbringing, combining Eastern aesthetics with common Midwestern imagery. I researched various flora and fauna, and combined them with Buddhas and Bodhisattvas that have found themselves in my life. For a better explanation, here is my thesis statement that stood alongside the pieces:<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;">"Creating art is similar to meditating. One must be present, constantly recognizing each and every mark they make. The level of concentration for each process is deep, and immovable. For as long as I can remember, art has been my meditation. It always brings me back to a state of awareness that no other process can recreate. </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;">Growing up, meditation was commonplace in my family. As a child, I remember sitting silently next to my parents, tracing the patterns I found in the woodgrain on the floor. At other times, I would intensely study the artwork that sat above the altar. As a result, these images etched themselves into my mind. The rich, illustrative paintings told fantastic stories of Buddhist deities and tales of compassion and awareness. Each figure existed for a specific purpose – to aid those in need, to provide spiritual and physical healing, to magnetize good thoughts, and to care for those who suffer. </div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;">While I have passed through life and shared its experiences, I have found my own meanings of compassion, healing and spirituality. These pieces are the manifestation of those findings. They are a combination of tradition and experience. While the Eastern imagery has been the backbone and heart of these works, my midwestern roots have become the soul. In turn, creating these pieces became a meditative process that lead me to new personal discoveries.</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;">I have found that divinity, strength and compassion find themselves in each and every individual’s own worldliness. From homeopathic remedies, to traversing the hills of Northeastern Kansas, to witnessing the extravagant monarch migration, I have experienced the presence of these spiritual figures – these are my monarch mudras, and sunflower sutras."</div><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">The Medicine Buddha - A healer of inner and outer illness. A fully enlightened being with unbiased compassion for all living things, and protects them from all dangers and sicknesses. Here, he is depicted as a healer with Eastern medicines, holding acupuncture needles and tea.</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">The Shakyamuni Buddha (Gautama Buddha) - The Shakyamuni Buddha is one of the most common depictions of the teacher who founded Buddhism, Siddhartha Gautama. ‘Buddha’ translates to ‘awakened one’, and ‘Shakyamuni’ refers to the Shakya Clan. The Shakyamuni Buddha obtained enlightenment after 49 days of meditation. The many blooming flowers around his figure represent his awakening.<span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Helvetica Neue';"><b> </b></span></div><div><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal 'Helvetica Neue';"><b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Vajrapani (The Defender of the Dharma) - Often translated as “thunderbolt”, or “diamond”, Vajrapani is the protector and guide to the Buddha, and has become the symbol of Buddha’s power. In many depictions, he is usually looked at as wrathful, but is extremely active in a positive nature. This depiction pulled influence from Kansas artist John Steuart Curry’s painting “Tragic Prelude”, which hangs in the Kansas capitol building.</div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"> Sarasvati - The Goddess of wisdom, music and the arts. Her name originated from ‘saras’, which means ‘flow’ and ‘wati’, which means woman. Although she originated in India under Hinduism, she eventually became a figure in Buddhism as well. Now, she is known as a guardian deity to the Buddha, offering protection and assistance. She represents the knowledge of creativity, such as music, literature, and the visual arts.</div><div><br />
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Well, I finally got around to getting photos of the actual printed work! Before I received these in the mail, I was just expecting tiny little swatches with my work printed on them, all thrown together in a box - but I was very pleasantly proven wrong!<br />
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While having a much needed Skype date with friend and blogger <a href="http://sketchgarden.blogspot.com/">Sara Pace</a>, the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs to find myself face to face with a GIANT cardboard package. I opened it up to find 25 of these wonderfully packaged and printed pieces.<br />
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Each one was wrapped this way. So cute and delicate!<br />
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Taken after the box was opened up - Goodies!<br />
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Instructions! If you ever need two bottles of wine wrapped with a foxy fabric, this lady has got you covered. </td></tr>
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It was a lot bigger than I was expecting! And by some wonderful chance, it matches my living room.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now I will never be able to fold it back up ever, ever again. Ah well. I'm still so happy about the results. It's so exciting to see something like this successfully put onto a fabric, and in a package design. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now that I have finally posted this, the next step should be fixing up this blog with a pretty banner or something of the sort. I'm starting to cringe every time I look at the top of my own page. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">'Til then! </div>Lillian Joan Duermeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740123815617749783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811877367490736568.post-36936698100798874182011-08-23T13:19:00.000-07:002011-08-23T13:19:54.881-07:00Furoshiki Design - In Print!So, just this last year, I entered in the Japan Foundations' Annual <a href="http://www.jfny.org/report/report_details.php?id=21&cat=9&season=2011-1">International Furoshiki Design Contest</a>. This was the first year that the contest was opened to the States, and after seeing the posters scattered about the illustration department (and a nice tip off from a few teachers), I decided that this was something that I couldn't pass up.<br />
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The idea was to create a work that pushes interaction between Japan and the respective designer's country. As an avid lover of folklore from both countries, I decided to incorporate my favorite furry animals as creatures that often find themselves the subjects of these stories. Besides, who can resist these little charming critters?<br />
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To my surprise (and I mean that - I didn't know this happened until I was feeling self absorbed and googled my name, only to find it on the Japan Foundation website), this piece was chosen for an honorable mention! Well, just this past week, I received an email saying that they were going to ship me twenty copies of this work, printed on actual furoshiki fabric! I am absolutely delighted!<br />
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I will be sure to take a photo of the actual fabric when it comes in the mail - Glad I have something to look forward to in the coming weeks.<br />
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'Til then!Lillian Joan Duermeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740123815617749783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811877367490736568.post-35947306714576867172011-07-23T17:15:00.000-07:002011-07-23T17:18:24.271-07:00You Are What You Eat!I've always wanted to post this somewhere, but until now, I've never had the time!<br />
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These are some simple, silly, and fun spot illustrations for an assignment last semester. We were asked to pick from a list of potential subjects (love, food, medicine, business, etc) and create some simple images that could be sold as a stock illustration. Being a girl who is completely food obsessed, this was a no-brainer for me. I decided to go with the commonly known phrase "you are what you eat", and put my own spin on it. I also have a minor obsession with drawing hair. Seriously, give me an excuse to draw a green afro and I will have a ball doing it!<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Never forget - Home is where the heart is (and the cheese...and the beer...)!</i></div>Lillian Joan Duermeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740123815617749783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811877367490736568.post-67061484952614283752011-07-20T20:18:00.000-07:002011-07-20T20:18:51.993-07:00Ack!Well, hello!<br />
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I know it appears that I've dropped off the planet (yes, yes, I'm sure all .... eleven... of you noticed), but I just wanted to inform everyone and myself that I have not forgotten about this blog! I have had a tremendous amount of work to do since I last posted -- flying back from Paris, traveling back to Kansas, then back to Milwaukee to greet my second job -- it's been keeping me busy, to say the least.<br />
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Currently, I'm trying to finish up my final project for the Paris trip (and final project EVER), and work on a few pieces for some freelance clients. I'm very excited about all these projects ... I just hope I can find the time to finish them between a 50 hour work week!<br />
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Well... a 50 hour work week and some wine...<br />
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Anyway, once everything has been cleared out, I will be customizing this puppy and finally making it look like my own blog.<br />
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'Til then!Lillian Joan Duermeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740123815617749783noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811877367490736568.post-21409446316445382472011-05-27T15:55:00.000-07:002011-05-27T15:57:53.684-07:00Greetings from Paris!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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I know that it's about 5.30 pm on everyone else's watch, but it's almost 12.30 am here, and I am absolutely exhausted from running around the city since day one. Of course, I'm not complaining - good food, great culture, and copious amount of art history. It's all drool-worthy.<br />
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As I have been a bit lacking on the blogging end, I will only be posting one or two photos tonight. I'm having some serious sensation overloads -- from my taste buds, to my spirituality, to the aching in my feet. No photos -- or drawings, or videos -- will ever truly capture what Paris is. It's been an awakening to every one of my senses.<br />
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Not to mention the food... Did I already mention food?<br />
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Today, we visited Notre Dame. I will have to write a much more detailed blog about this one later. There was so much to take in, and I can't even begin to express how I felt upon entering this building. For now, I'll just add a small teaser.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A view from the side on the outside. This was taken from Six/Huit, a small boat/restaurant that Eric Vogel (one of the instructors on the trip), a few of my classmates and myself decided to have lunch at. I finally got my crepe fix there (jambon a fromage a oeuf!). It will be the first of many, I'm sure. The weather was absolutely perfect, and the view was more than I could ask for. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well, it's nearing 1 am here. I think it's time to take my weary body to bed. Tomorrow? Versailles! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Lillian Joan Duermeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740123815617749783noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811877367490736568.post-30647480731858726142011-05-01T22:39:00.000-07:002011-05-01T22:48:44.241-07:00The home stretch...So, it's about a week until I walk at graduation.<br />
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... I'm going to let that sink in a little more.<br />
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Needless to say, I'm having some mixed emotions. Sure, I'm feeling the rush of adrenaline -- I'm waiting on the edge of the plank to take the final plunge into adult life ... But at the same time, I have grown so attached to my graduating class! Not to mention I've been in school for about 14 years. It's time to whip out the individual thoughts and find my direction. I'm definitely excited to get going on my OWN art and projects. It's going to feel really, really good.<br />
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Emotional turmoil aside, this is an excuse to post some of my work from Illustration Thesis class. It's not thesis (a post about that will follow shortly), but I had a lot of fun creating the work, so I'm going to throw it up on here, anyway.<br />
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Our assignment was to create illustrations for two playing cards. Each card was drawn pretty much at random, but I ended up trading one of mine to get a little more variety. After counting up our entire class (and a few teachers, to boot!) we got a whole deck of cards covered. We're getting them printed to make a little commemorative token of our graduating class. Oh, it's bringing tears to my eyes already! Sob.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here's the first card -- the Two of Spades. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Until next time, all. Guten nacht. </div>Lillian Joan Duermeierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01740123815617749783noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8811877367490736568.post-71042886630295221692011-04-25T14:32:00.000-07:002011-04-25T14:32:04.988-07:00Ah!Hello! Bonjour! Guten Tag! Konnichiwa! (and many other salutations!)<br />
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With the help of Marisa, the owner of the fabulous <a href="http://goodgood.blogspot.com/">Good Good</a>, I have finally decided to dive back into the world of internet blogging after about a 6 year hiatus (the previous blogs were filled with high school mush and frantic teenage streams of consciousness -- nothing anyone will miss, trust me.)<br />
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This is just your basic "howdy! I exist!" post, so nothing too fancy will be gracing this first entry. I simply wanted to give a shout out to the world.<br />
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I'm a little saddened I didn't start this sooner. I feel absolutely elated to begin blogging again, yet I feel a tinge of regret at the same time. There were so many things that happened to me over the course of my MIAD career, and I'm just <i>now</i> starting to record my experiences and share them with the world ... right before I graduate? Geez, where was I four years ago?<br />
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Ah, well. Here's to the future! Onward and upward!<br />
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