Macaulay Honors College, Fall 2014

Author: Jenny Park

Open Mic, Open Heart

I thought the name “Open Mic” meant that the stage was open to anyone who wants to perform or say a word. However, after this Open Mic, I realized it was more than that. The performers were opening up to the audience and the way they did it, opened up my heart and mind as well.  I had never been to one before this but it was so amazing to see all these different people from different backgrounds being so honest about their feelings and their thoughts to people they don’t know.I want to applaud everyone for having the courage to do so and I was extremely fascinated by the talents everyone had. The most memorable performance was the poem about Tarzan and Jane. When she went on stage, I sensed that what she was going to say wasn’t something she was very comfortable about. However, toward the end of her poem, I was so happy to see that she had more confidence in her voice and that she was proud of her relationship with her boyfriend regardless of what others say. I really hope their love continues on and I want to applaud them for breaking the barrier between races.

Carnegie Hall!

When will I ever get to go there?” Watching a classical performance at Carnegie Hall was something I only dreamt of. Fortunately I was able to go as a class trip.

Bach’s works are one of my favorite classical pieces and I remember my mother buying stacks of Bach’s piano books for me to practice. At a young age, I resented him for writing this many music. However, as I grew older I grew an appreciation for his music. When I heard Vivaldi’s Four Seasons during the performance, my heart start to beat really quickly and I got goosebumps from head to toe. It felt like I was in Europe and experienced a living art and living music. It was nothing like listening to music on my phone or my MacBook.

This trip was unforgettable and something that I will continue in the future. I’m really thankful for such an experience.

Graffiti

Graffiti began in Philadelphia in the mid to late 1960s. Writers needed new ways to gain fame because this industry was becoming competitive. Therefore, tags became more unique, many different styles developed and spread throughout the street walls as well as the subways. But because more and more artists joined in, they began to use aerosol or spray paint to add volume and color to their tags. This caused a “war”, declared by the MTA. Heavily vandalized train cars were removed from service and headed to the scrap yard. Security was maximized so subway graffiti slowly died out. In 1989, the era, although not completely dead, ended as the last train with significant amount of graffiti was taken off the lines.

Unfortunately, graffiti is regarded by many as a form of vandalism while to others, as a form of art. It has been associated with gang-activities because it is used as a way for gangs to mark their “territories”. Therefore, there is still a controversy on whether Graffiti is actually considered a form of art. Many residents from various neighborhoods complained and asked for the graffiti to be cleaned up. Through this project, I wanted to decide for myself whether graffiti is a form of art.

Originally, I wanted to visit the 5Pointz Aerosol Art Center, an American outdoor art exhibit space in Long Island City. It is considered to be the world’s premiere “graffiti mecca”, where aerosol artists from around the world painted colorful pieces on the walls of a factory building. The name 5Pointz signifies the five boroughs coming together as one but, because of its reputation as an epicenter of the graffiti scene, it united aerosol artists from across the world. Despite the efforts of the artists and the community, the art center was in the process of being torn down as of August 2014.

Because of this dreadful news, I decided to visit Bushwick, a new haven for graffiti artists. Bushwick, has long been a low-income enclave for Brooklyn’s Latino population. Not so long, it was a neglected, desolate remnant of a once thriving Brooklyn Neighborhood. But street artists had long gravitated here, drawn by the ample industrial wall space, a natural canvas for the outdoor artists’ work. Then, other aspiring artists started moving into Bushwick, where they could acquire cheap lofts in the abandoned factories and warehouses that still dominate the neighborhood.

I visited Bushwick in 2012 for an art project but I wasn’t too attracted by the graffiti there. It’s probably because I was bias against it. I hated the bubbly words spray-painted in shady neighborhoods along the 7-train line. I do admit that I stereotyped the artists to be dressed up like gangster, wearing their pants hanging halfway down their butt. However, when I heard over the summer that they created the New Edition of the Bushwick collection, replacing many of the old works with new, I wanted to visit it again to see if my thoughts on graffiti will change.

There were a variety of artwork and many bright colors accented the streets. The neighborhood was gritty yet vibrant. By a grocery store, the old brick walls were painted with a lively scene of a boy tending a garden of talking mushrooms, peas and carrots. Random cherries, strawberries, grapes, lemons and limes also adorn the wall. And are those tiny flying pigs? I can’t imagine what the store would have been like without the art. It definitely seemed like it attract more costumers to come.

One of the graffiti that stood out to me the most was “Sourish Arash & Ali”. During the visit to Bushwick I didn’t know who the three men painted on the walls were. Later when I got home, I found out that they were Iranian musicians, Ali as their manager, who came to the United States for musical freedom. In Iran, it is against the cultural law to become a rock star and can’t grow there as a band. So Soroush and Arash Farazmand pursued their passion as an indie rock band called the Yellow Dogs. Instead of achieving fame for their songs, they gained notoriety for their deaths. The brothers were among three men shot and killed in their Brooklyn apartment by a fellow musician who police say was upset over being kicked out of another Iranian band. After learning the story behind the graffiti, I was more impressed by it. I’m not certain the exact intention of the artist but I believe it wasn’t just in commemoration of their deaths. It symbolized freedom and dream. Although short, the two musicians were able to live their dream.

Before this Community Arts Project, I thought very lightly of graffiti arts. I treated them as random doodles on the streets. However I realized that there were so much more to it then that. They actually changed the atmosphere of the neighborhood of Bushwick. I wish I got to see an artist actually working on graffiti with my own eyes. There are some BushwickCollection gatherings during the summer so I might stop by next summer. I don’t know about other neighborhoods, but Bushwick should not be torn down.

 

 

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Summer of Love

  • The Summer of Love refers to the summer of 1967, when an extraordinary gathering of 100,000 people converged on the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of San Francisco,
  • It created a phenomenon of cultural and political rebellion.
  • It caused many ‘ordinary citizens’ to begin questioning everything and anything about them and their environment.
  • You might recognize this event as the “Hippie Revolution”
  • Hippies did gather in other places like New York, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Chicago, and across Europe
  • But San Francisco was the epicenter of this revolution,
  • College and high-school students began streaming into the Haight during the spring break of 1967. The government was afraid that mass of students would go as soon as summer break starts so some schools tried to delay the vacation and this caught media attention and caused more people to join.
  • And they believed they could change the world. Live in a place where there is peace so basically a Utopia.
  • It was a naive dream but during that summer it seemed possible.
  • People would use LSD and marijuana in the middle of the park
  • Sexual freedom was a key, and people would make love in public and there was nothing weird to that because many did it.
  • It was a magical time for rock music, which expanded in many directions aided by the use of LSD and pot, some music were openly against the war in Vietnam.
  • The song “San Francisco (Be Sure to Wear Flowers in Your Hair)” written by John Phillips of The Mamas and the Papas and sung by Scott McKenzie was initially designed to promote the Monterey Pop Festival.

“If you’re going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair…If you’re going to San Francisco,
Summertime will be a love-in there”

  • San Francisco” became an instant hit (#4 in the U. S., #1 in the UK) and quickly transcended its original purpose by popularizing an idealized image of San Francisco.
  • It was a clash between old and new
  • This video of Jeff Lynne’s (ELO) lovely song ‘One Summer Dream’, as that title so neatly describes The Summer Of Love. hopefully gives a flavour of that heady time.

The Flomenhaft Gallery

The Flomenhaft Gallery 

The Flomenhaft Gallery combined the works of many immigrant artists from many cultures such as those of  Native American, Japanese American, Chinese American, African American, Indian American from Mumbai, and Russian Émigré photographers. Each of the artist well portrayed their stories.

Although many stories of the artwork were memorable, I personally remember JauneQuick–to–See Smith’s story the most. JauneQuick–to–SeeSmith is an internationally renowned artist who was born on an Indian Reservation. Every student should remember how unfairly the Native Americans were kicked out of their lands and sent into reservations to more or less wipe them out. Her work that was displayed at the gallery included socio-political commentary on her people’s painful story. The dots on her work caught my eyes and it was explained that they represented the smallpox that Smith’s people received through the blankets they were given. When Native Americans died through small pox, the Americans took their blankets to give them to others on reservations. It was unfortunate that the Native Americans had to risk using the blankets because without the blankets, they would die from the cold weather before they even get the pox. This was essentially done to kill as many of them.
America is nation of immigrants, and as an immigrant myself, I tend to forget that I am where I am because of what people before went through. Immigrants these days seem to take our rights and freedom for granted without appreciating what others have done for us to allow future immigrants to live quite comfortably on this land. However, through this gallery exhibition, Fabric of America, it reminded me of the history and to be thankful of the things I am given. I really enjoyed the experience.

SON OF GONE FISHIN’

SON OF GONE FISHIN’ is a a contemporary dance choreographed by Trisha Brown. I was impressed by the dancers’ use of stage. They never left a part of a stage unused. Also, the lighting near the end was an eye catcher. They used light to portray shadows on the wall of the stage. That was definitely my favorite part. Another part that I enjoyed was when the dancers all stopped a couple of times as the lighting dimmed during the dance. It was interesting to see that the dancers lacked facial expression. I suppose that was done on purpose.

It was the most puzzling dance I’ve seen. The dancers sometimes used the chain effect to create a dramatic effect. However they were not in sync. They were doing separate moves just on one stage. When I saw 3 of the dancers doing the same move I was so happy and then after few seconds, they went off doing their own thing. The music definitely added on to the chaos on stage. It sounded like several sounds jammed together like the busy road in the city at night. However, this confusion is what drew me in. I tried to focus to catch what the dance was about. Although I couldn’t find the answer to the purpose of dance, it was quite interesting.

Choreography

The Choreography of The Valley of Astonishment was quite interesting. After the actor was done playing a role for that scene, they went to the stage right near the back to change into their doctor gowns or they went back stage. Most of the movement during the play was the furniture (the table and chairs).

A very different choreography came up during the painting scene. One of the actors was on the floor sweeping around with his hands. He also got up, walked toward the back of the stage and pretended that there was a huge white canvas. There, he threw imaginary paint on to it, making a lot more movement that any other scene. He did pretty well in depicting a character that sees color whenever he hears sounds, dictating what his brain is.

Another dramatic scene was when a woman who was nervous because she was running out of memory wrote all the numbers in her brain onto paper to burn them. She asked Jared to burn them for her. In this scene, Jared took out a lighter and pretended to burn papers. He started from the floor of the stage, moving his lighter slowly around the center of the stage. He slowly moved the lighter up, showing the audience that the fire is burning up.

Overall, this play was very different from other plays and Broadway shows that I’ve encountered. I have seen a show with two actors taking control of the entire stage but I was able to tell what character they were playing. However, in this play, the change in scenes and characters were very abrupt and the ending seemed to be very out of blue. However, I did enjoy their acting and the story line.