Who Am I

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Who Am I?

• self-discovery powerpoint
• by Danielle Girardi

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Are We Artists?
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How do some artists express themselves?
Roy Lichtenstein

• He was a prominent American pop artist, whose
  work borrowed heavily from popular advertising
  and comic book styles, which he himself described
  as being as artificial as possible.

Portrait of himself
http//www.lichtensteinfoundation.org/frames.htm

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How can art help us to discover ourselves? Roy
Lichtenstein

• Lichtenstein was interested in portraying a sort
  of anti-sensibility that pervades society."
• I want my painting to look as if it had been
  programmed," he explained.

Self Portrait 1950
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Do you agree with his message?What is it you
see?Is it challenging?

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Are We Poets?
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Maya Angelou

• Victim of an abusive childhood. Resulting in her
  not speaking for years.
• Her poetry centers on themes of self-discovery
  and family.
• She appeals to a broad audience, but is also
  concerned with conveying the difficulties of
  being black woman in America.
• I Know Why the Cage Bird Sings, is the title
  poem of her five volume autobiography
• Angelou wrote this autobiography for several
  reasons one was as a reminder not to give in
  during the trials of growing up. Angelou has
  said, "somebody needs to tell young people,
  listen, I did this and I did that. You may
  encounter many defeats, but you must not be
  defeated."

Maya Angelou
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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

•   A free bird leaps on the back of the wind
  and floats downstream till the current ends and
  dips his wing in the orange suns rays and
• dares to claim the sky. But a bird that
  stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see
  through his bars of rage his wings are clipped
  and his feet are tied so
• he opens his throat to sing. The caged
  bird sings with a fearful trill of things
  unknown but longed for still and his tune is
  heard on the distant hill for the caged bird
  sings of freedom.

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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings - cont.

•  The free bird thinks of another breeze and
  the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
  and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
  and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird
  stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts
  on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and
  his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing.
  The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of
  things unknown but longed for still and his tune
  is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird
  sings of freedom.

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Who Am I ?
Artist ? Poet ?
Danielle Dru Girardi