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Tosca Review

Attending the Metropolitan Opera House to see Tosca was an experience that I never had before. It was a very rewarding experience, because I had the chance to relate material that I learned in my music class to my understanding and analysis of the opera. There were many aspects of the opera and opera house that I enjoyed. For example, The Metropolitan Opera House was very grandiose and elegant, with six floors of audiences watching the opera. The audience was elegant themselves, because everyone had on business attire, so I didn’t see anyone wearing jeans that night. The way everyone was talking during the intermissions was like nothing I’ve seen before, because usually, especially at movie theaters are excited, talking loudly, and all over the place. The calm mannerisms and soft tones of politeness was a first-timer for me, and I believe that is partly due to the “proper” attire everyone had on that night. During the intermissions, I discovered that food prices downstairs were extremely expensive. I saw people having dinner on the upper levels of the opera house, and noticed how finely dressed they were. The food didn’t even look like it was worth a few hundred dollars, but then I found out the people eating dinner weren’t watching the opera; they came just for the dining experience. I was amazed at the sight of the people that were there that night, and couldn’t even believe that they were spending so much money.

The stage was the biggest stage I have ever seen, and the costumes, lighting, and orchestra was grand. My seat was in the eighth row right in front of the stage, so I got to see everything, from the expressions on the character’s faces to the details on the costumes.  The conductor for the orchestra was standing right front of the audience facing the stage, watching the characters and lip-singing the libretto as well. The orchestra was on a lower level than the audience and conductor, blocked off with glass windows so the audience couldn’t see them and the stage at the same time. I was really curious to know what kind of instruments I was hearing, because during the first half of the show, it was difficult to know if I was hearing a harp or a piano, a French horn or a clarinet, a violin or other string instrument. So during the second intermission, I went to the where the conductor stood, and looked down to see what kind of instruments were being played. To my surprise, I saw a big harp, a small drum set (most likely a tympani), clarinets, trumpets, the flute, the oboe, a French horn, and several violins and violas.

I hope to see more operas in the future!

NYC Public Parks

New York City’s public parks are one of the greatest things about out city. The type of socializing done there is so much better than the type of cyber-socializing everyone is encouraging nowadays. The parks offer a place to relieve oneself of all the pressures and little things that stress us out everyday. Here is a snapshot of the scenery found in my local neighborhood park. I was sitting there watching the children play their games, the birds singing their songs, and adults jogging and doing all sorts of different exercises. Everybody has their own way of finding peace,and sitting down on a bench here in this park makes you want to just breathe. Central Park, Astoria Park, Bryant Park, Madison Square Park, and so many others. The atmosphere at these public parks is like no other.

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Paradise on a Garage Door

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I felt like I was in paradise when I saw this on  a garage nearby our school, somewhere in between Lexington and Park Avenue. I always walk past all types of graffiti, but I completely came to a stop when  I saw this. It was too pretty to leave behind without capturing it. I looked at this picture and I thought about Florida, where I spent most of my childhood, mostly by the beach with the family on the afternoons. The best thing about Florida was the palm trees. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a palm tree anywhere else in the country. The other thing about this picture is that I can’t even say that its a form graffiti, because its just way too nice, and makes me feel like I need a vacation….quick!

NYC Squirrels

Why does it feel like the squirrel population in New York City is increasing? Everyday, I see more and more of them, and its freaking me out. I have always had problems with squirrels, partly because I hate rats, and I feel like squirrels have close connections with rats. So last summer, this squirrel below was just running around the rim on the top of the trash can. My friend and I were trying to walk across Union Square Park, until we saw the little show the squirrel was putting on for the public. I don’t know. Sometimes they’re cute. Sometimes they creep me out. I just hate when I’m trying to walk and they are in my way. Anyways, this one was definitely a creeper. Anybody else have issues with squirrels?

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Another Original Poem: 9/11: NYC tragedy

The poem below is called ‘Not Today’, and I recited this poem as a rap on stage in high school for a 9/11 Memorial Event my high school did on 9/11/2011. However, I wrote this poem the previous year, on 9/11/2010. The reason I had to write this poem was because I felt really bad after hearing the conspiracies about the incident. Many people claim 9/11 to have been an inside job, sparked by the American government, so that we’d have a reason to be in the Middle East for the oil. Many believe that the it was all just a scheming, selfish plan, and that the media have been lying to the public the whole time. Because ultimately we must think: is the news really what we think it is? Is that really the facts, or 0.0125% of the facts? Its not fair at all! And in my anger, this is what I jotted down in my journal:

Not Today

If the pain brings me down, let it bring me down

but it ain’t no reason to keep this frown.

The dream won’t break cuz the colors are fake

whether the black claim they’re white or the white claim they’re brown.

You could hear the gunshots and see the blood drippin’

The battle’s not over, if you think so, you’re trippin’.

Half the people here still look back until they fall outta track,

and you’ll know they’re slippin’.

Death takes us up, down, out, and away

until a bomb shuts them up and they just could not say

anything more but “stop” or “get out of the way”

cuz we refuse to die today.

The fight won’t stop until we win the fight,

Caught a fit in the cockpit but it’s alright.

People don’t know that by the end of the night,

the bullet bites harder than a damn termite.

God can’t bless a country so racist

when people here are born with so many faces

terror proposed purposely in places

leaving no more empty spaces

Red, white, and blue,

what the hell did you do?

Take the flag down

its lost its value

They still hug, kiss, and throw their peace signs

when America’s flooded with nothing but hate crimes

Back-up, shoot, get out of the way

there goes a terrorist, blow him up today

I refuse to run, I’m gonna have to stay

yeah..okay…I’ll be gone..but that day’s not today.

 

 

 

Abraham Lincoln: Gay?

On tenth avenue, there are a whole bunch of galleries, and last week I happened to walk into a really cool gallery called the C24 Gallery. This isn’t just any normal exhibition that I saw. There was a whole built in house in that gallery, and inside, the stairs lead to the bedroom of Abraham Lincoln. There were newspapers dating back to the 1800s, and old candles, and hay in the bedroom. Skylar Fein put this bedroom together with the help from his research when he went down to Kentucky. Historians have confirmed that Abraham Lincoln shared his bed with Joshua Speed in the 1830s. Joshua Speed had his hardware store downstairs, and the bedroom was upstairs. Therefore, many speculators, like Skylar Fein, have questioned Lincoln’s sexuality. Was he actually gay? No way! I don’t believe that. Historians argue that Springfield, Illinois was a frontier town, so the two men didn’t have much choice. But when I came to know that Joshua Speed was the son of a wealthy plantation owner, so he actually didn’t have a shortage of beds, and that Lincoln rejected the offer of having his own bedroom in the house of a wealthy lawyer but still chose to have a shared bed with Speed, it scares me.

I felt really uncomfortable as I walked into the bedroom. People came and saw the bed, and walked out to see other things in the gallery. I spent some amount of time looking at the primary resources in the bedroom. I didn’t even care if I was allowed to touch things, because not only did I touch things in that room; I started smelling things, like the candles and blankets. Because these things that were displayed were 200 years old. I’m living in this time, 2013, yet I still have access to things from the 19th century. Its depressing and awesome at the same time. I was happy to be there, although the room was creeping me out, and then I just became really sad to think that people would actually think a respectable man like Abraham Lincoln could be gay. What an experience!IMG_20131205_131058[1]IMG_20131205_130856[1]IMG_20131205_131117[1]

Visit to the Taglialatella Galleries

Last Thursday, I just wanted to take myself out, and walking up from our school, I hit tenth avenue, and discovered this art gallery called the Taglialatella Galleries. No, forget the complicated name of the place. The artwork was amazing! Take a look at the piece shown below. Its Mickey Mouse! IMG_20131205_131840[1]

This piece was done by someone called Mr. Brainwash, and is a stencil and mixed media piece on paper. There are old sections of newspaper behind MickeyMouse, and he’s standing smack in the middle of history. I thought this was really a piece of art. Mr.Brainwash is trying to tell us, the viewers, that times are changing, from an era of black and white to one with color. Not only that. Mr. Brainwash is also telling us that modern times and icons like Mickey Mouse are allowing us to forget the times of the past. Because Mickey Mouse is standing in the middle of the newspaper articles, it’s not that visible and our attention is just on Mickey. Maybe if he would get out the way, we would be able to catch up on some of that history. 

Mr. Brainwash also had this piece below exhibited at the gallery:IMG_20131205_131931[1]

Mr. Brainwash calls this piece Einstein, but its stencil and mixed media on canvas. His vivid use of colors and overlapping segments in his artwork shown here suggests a message: people are constantly changing with times, and are acquiring more rights and freedoms.  Science, technology, and innovation are causes and byproducts of these constant changes and human evolution. Whether positive or negative, change has to happen, and we have to learn how to accept it and adapt to it. That is what makes the piece so cool to look at: its creative, original, and unique.

Now, as far as I understand, an artist has a meaning behind the art, because the artist starts off with an idea. I’m not sure why Mr. Brainwash is calling himself Mr. Brainwash. One reason could be that the center of his artwork ( like Mickey Mouse) or objects in his art in general (like in Einstein) are brainwashing the public. Of course, that’ll remain a mystery, like the man behind Mr. Brainwash himself.

 

Visit to Galerie Richard

Today, I walked out of school unsure of what to do, or where to go. I was headed towards the High Line Park, until I bumped into a few art galleries. One of them was called Galerie Richard, and the works of William Bradley were exhibited there. Bradley’s work is exceptional. It looks simple at first, but if you take the time to stare at the paintings a bit longer, a lot can be discovered.

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For example, this image up top is one of his works, and the reason why its so interesting is because no one knows what’s going on. Of course there has to be a meaning associated with the colors, and different shades of red and blue. When it comes to color, I always associate it with emotions. Considering the amount of red in the painting, one could say that the artist is angry, or is upset about something. Or maybe he thought these were the best three colors to use to grad the viewer’s attention. So that’s that for the colors. How about the fact that there’s so much overlapping going on in the artwork? How come things weren’t more spread out? I don’t like seeing all of that congestion in the center, so I think the artist should have used all the space in the painting. Now there’s too much red in the painting. But there is in fact one thing that I like: the different hues of color is something that makes this painting stand out. The light blue and darker shades of blue, and bright red and crimson, make the panting look bold. What I mean is, I believe this painting isn’t just an example of paint splattered on a paper. There’s more to it, but to find out, we’d have to go through Bradley’s imagination. This painting is called “Fun and Games.” It does look like some of the drawings I made when I was younger, so I guess Bradley really did use his imagination.

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I didn’t know what to think of this one when I saw it, but all I knew was that it was real cute. Many thoughts came to my head upon seeing this image. First, I thought of Pacman, then I thought of a fetus, and lastly I thought of a person’d head, too consumed with the problems in the world. I tried to make sense of what I saw, and I came up with that last conclusion, because I saw blue and green on the sides of the giant circle. Those colors and dripping from the person’s mouth, so it could portray greed too. Its a weird drawing, and I feel even more weird trying come up with explanations for the weird painting. I wish Bradley could explain what he was drawing and why.

Message #1: An Original Poem

Hey class, here’s a poem I would like to share with you guys. I wrote it myself, and its straight from my journal. Enjoy!

Message #1:

 

These motives are insane

Living in peace, and not aware

of all those stuck in pain

I turn on the news, and just stare

You’re dancing, and you’re laughing

And doing whatever else you do

But you never take the time

to consider what the poor are going through

The reporter tells you lies

and you don’t even want to learn

Not until the day of your own demise

Until life took its wild turn

An “American” does not exist

If my thoughts are not yet heard

And if no one wants to hear it

I guess an “American” is absurd

You’re gullible and illiterate

A “happy” life is not there

The truth is left unsaid

In reality they don’t care

As long as they have a house

and car, and looks much more than good

They will never care about you

It was implied you understood

There are bigger things in life

than the numbers you pursue

Whether it’s the money or the grade

All of it will fade

The day death will come for you.

I wrote this poem to portray the corruption in our government. When we vote for people and expect them to do things for us, and then come to find out that these representatives were looking out for themselves and not the community or country as a whole, it hurts. So this is my message to them, and I want the people in Congress to take a look at this and reply. I want them to explain to me why they tell us they’ll fix problems with this country, the laws, the systems, and ways of running this nation, but they never do. I want them to explain to me why Immigration reform has been kept on that agenda for five years now, when the issue was supposed to be resolved three years ago. Money leads to greed, and that greed needs to go if we want to proceed and succeed in becoming a better nation.

 

Complexions Review

The Complexions performance at the Joyce Theater was quite an experience. Going to the movie theater, baseball games, and other large events, I would think front row, or very close to front row seats are awesome. They make us feel top notch, first class, and are supposed to be good thing. However, front seats at the Joyce Theater was not a good idea at all. It was nerve-racking, because the dancers were sweating and breathing, and I felt like I was too close to them. Personally, I like to keep a distance from people, and I felt like I was making them even more nervous and adding to their tension by being all up in their faces. It got to the point where I could see the sweat on their foreheads dancing off into the air, and I was afraid some of it would land on me. Therefore, no more front seats ever again for me, especially at a dance performance.

The professor said we would be witnessing a ballet performance, so I was expecting something like the Nutcracker. For some reason, I also thought the performance would be boring, because I don’t really pay attention to watching dance, unless I’m watching myself dance. However, the performance blew me away, and I loved the way the performers kept their energy levels up the whole time, especially towards the end. It was interesting to see their moods change throughout all three parts of the performance. I had questions in my head that were left unanswered, and I believe that’s something awesome about the performance: the curiosity kept me glued to my seat. Is there something I’m supposed to understand from the performance? Why is she making those faces? How come he’s moving so slowly? There were moments when I thought I would understand something by the end of a segment of the performance, and there were moments when I was feeling the tensions of the performers, based on their body language.

I absolutely enjoyed the third part of the performance, and I definitely started clapping to the beat. The performance was exceptional, and the dancers were fantastic. Their energy kept me awake and going as well, because if they started losing it, I would have fell asleep in that seat, considering how late it was and exhausted I was that night. That would have been a disaster for somebody sitting in front row seats!