Community Arts Paper

Community Arts Paper

As I started to enjoy art more, I noticed that art existed in every aspect of my life — my walk home,  my food, and even the holidays celebrated around me. Thus, the focus of my community arts project was holidays, specifically the Christmas Holiday Market at Union Square. I had heard about this location for years now from my friends, who always mentioned that it was a beautiful and enjoyable experience. I, however, never actually had the time to go out and see it. This project was the perfect excuse to go experience the wonderful, beautiful traditions of the holiday market. I specifically chose art in the form of the holiday market because I had always heard it was nicely decorated and an amazing experience. I was genuinely interested in seeing the beauty instead of just hearing about it.

I always considered myself an outsider to Christmas because I was born into a Muslim family. Growing up, everytime I brought home drawings of christmas trees from school and tried hanging them up, my mother would remind me that “We are Muslims.” She believed that it was not right for us to celebrate another religion’s traditions. Thus, everything I knew about the holiday was what I learned through movies or school. I watched, with remorse, as my friends posted pictures on instagram in front of decorated trees at their house. I would always wish I could do that too. Yet, I always understood where my mother was coming from and why she did not want to bring home a tree.

Even though I never experienced Christmas inside of my home, I still celebrated it to an extent. Every year, I would participate in Secret Santa with my friends. We would all write our names on a piece of paper and put it into a hat. From there, we would choose a name out of hat and would become their Secret Santa. On a specified day, we would go to one of my friend’s house, whichever friend that had the nicer tree that year. We would all put the presents under the tree and we would open them at the same time. Thus, I was not a complete outsider to the holiday, and in a way did participate in it.

To actually see the art, I visited the Holiday Market at Union Square- 14 Street. I was able to see why my friends believed the market was beautiful from the moment I walked through the opening. Lights were strung everywhere and even though it was after sunset, I was able to see everything clearly. Stands lined both sides of the path and people were selling everything from chocolate and food to lights and monkey products. Most of the items being sold were homemade and thus were unique. The overall aesthetic of the market was breathtaking.

As I walked through the market, I noticed the things we were taught to pay attention to in class: the “audience”, the “venue”, the “costumes”, and the lights. Except since this was located out in the open, the venue was just the stands and the audience was typical New Yorkers with their families. The costumes was what everyone was wearing: their typical clothes. These aspects prepared me for my presentation. They all added to the wonderful experience the Holiday Market provided. I took plenty of pictures and included them in the slides during the presentation.

I discovered that the holiday market was truly a form of community art. The location itself made it easily accessible for most New Yorkers since it was in the heart of the city and open to everyone. As I watched people having fun in the market, I noticed the community aspect. Everyone was either with family or friends. Everyone was either laughing or smiling.

I discovered that even though my mother never allowed me to participate in celebrating Christmas, I actually really want to. I decided that after I grow up and get my own house, I want to buy and decorate a christmas tree every year. I want my children growing up with the tradition of the holiday not because of the religion it represents but because it provides them with culture.

The main limitation I experienced while researching this art was the fact that  never experienced Christmas traditions in my own house. I never felt the aspect of community when it came to this specific holiday so I  had to learn through online and the physical visit to the market.

I want to perform more research on Christmas and actually begin to celebrate it. Most people believe that you have to be Christian to celebrate it, but I believe the culture and tradition of Christmas has transformed over the past decades to allow everyone to experience the culture.

Review: Steam Festival 2017

Steam Festival 2017

As a Macaulay student, one investigates the world around themselves by gaining insight through the: sciences, technology, engineering, maths, and the arts. Thus, we as students were given the opportunity to showcase our discoveries through the 2017 STEAM Festival.

To be quite frank, I dreaded the day of the festival, as among this event was a plethora of papers and exams to study for. So, the event itself seemed like it would be a waste of time, when measured up to the other tasks I had to complete.

However, I was rather pleasantly surprised. The festival was incredibly interesting, and was- as the name describes- a festival, for us students to display a portion of what we learned through the semester. It was intriguing to see the different approaches that the students from other Macaulay classes in Brooklyn College, as well as, the other colleges, took to presenting their projects. Some people made rather interesting displays, others videos, and poster boards. This was only the arts section however. As I ventured to the presentation boards of the science students, I was able to not only see what lays ahead of me as a Macaulay student, but also, the pressing issues or innovations that the upperclassmen discovered needed recognition or further research. I also, really enjoyed making the super cute buttons! 😉

If I had one criticism however, it would be that I would have liked the program to be a little more organized. It was a little hard to distinguish between the upperclassmen and the 1st year Macaulay students. Maybe if all the 1st years were on one floor and the upperclassmen on the other, it would have been a little better- in regards to the recognition of the sciences versus the arts. Also, I think that name tags, especially with the name of the student and their respective campus would have been a good idea, so that we could connect with one another a little better. Other than this, I thought that the STEAM Festival was a huge success, being its first year, and I certainly enjoyed it!

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My weight was always my private struggle, although it was always quite public. I reached a level of obesity that I cannot even fathom. I knew I was fat yet I did not think I was that fat. There was always someone who was bigger than me: in my class, in my neighborhood, in my family. I was not the biggest so it was ok. Anorexia nervosa is a well-known eating disorder; I had the reverse.

When a sufferer of Anorexia looks into a mirror they do not see their true body, they see a fatter version of themselves. When I looked into the mirror, I did not see a 237 pound morbidly obese me, I saw a beautiful skinny version of myself. I knew I was not super skinny but I was not that big either. This psychological deficit helped to perpetuate my ever-increasing waistband and BMI.

When I went out with friends I would not order a diet Snapple because I was not that fat. I did not need to go on a diet; I was perfect. My friends knew I was fat but they kept up the charade. They never told me I was fat, or maybe they did but I did not hear them. I was one hamburger away from developing diabetes. I was morbidly obese but what was worse was my blindness to the fact that I was obese.

Obesity kills hundreds of thousands and is the leading cause of: diabetes which is the 7th leading killer in the U.S (ADA), cardiovascular disease which is the leading cause of death globally accounting for 17.3 million deaths per year (AHA), and a myriad of other degenerative diseases. I was a prime candidate for these diseases. I was literally eating myself to death.

 

One day something clicked, it could have been anything. To this day I am not sure what caused the change. Whatever it was it changed my life forever. I told my dad I wanted to go to a nutritionist and lose weight. A week later I was standing on a cold metal scale -in a pale white office- looking down at the glaring digital numbers on the screen: 237. I freaked out, how was I that big? Something must be wrong the scale is broken, I am bloated, the gravitational force of the earth was off that day, I was not that fat.

After the initial consultation, I went to war with my mind. Every day was a battle, I am not skinny, I am not skinny, I am not skinny, I repeated that mantra over and over again. I eventually conquered my cognitive dissonance and was able to start on my “new lifestyle.” I was nervous and afraid that I would not be able to do it. I kept my diet a secret from my friends and family. The only ones who knew were my nuclear family and nutritionist.

After a few months of battling my disease, people started to notice that I was getting healthier. My private battle started to come to life. The people around me noticed my lifestyle change. I was afraid that people would judge me, instead, I got compliments and praise. Those kind words helped me through the dark days and tough times. When people saw I was struggling and helped that was the catalyst that let me triumph.

What I took most out of my experience was to share my problems and fears with others. If I am going through something alone I only have my strength to rely on. When I allow others to help it makes me that much stronger. I dealt with something that was privately killing me by using the strength of the public to eradicate the disease.

American Diabetes Association (ADA)-  http://www.diabetes.org/diabetesbasics/statistics/?referrer=https://www.google.com/

 

American Heart Association (AHA)- https://www.heart.org/idc/groups/ahamahpublic/@wcm/@sop/@smd/documents/downloadable/ucm_470704.pdf

 

 

Community Arts: Dance

The term “community arts” seems pretty self-explanatory, and it is. Community arts are art forms that are based in a community and characterized by interaction within that community. That being said, some community arts are forgotten about such as parades, dance and cooking. People often forget that these things are art in general and also forget that they involve the community. Dance is the art form that I choose to discuss in class. I have been dancing since I was five and I have been in surrounded by the dance community since I was born. My oldest sister was dancing two years before I was even born so I came into the world knowing the dance community. I wanted to share my unique experience with this community art with my classmates.

I chose dance because it is very personal to me. I have been taking classical ballet lessons for fourteen years now and I was born into the dance world. I am the youngest of three girls and each of us started ballet lessons when we were five. Therefore, when I was born, my oldest sister had already been talking dance lessons for two years and my other sister would start within the next two years of my life. I grew up knowing the dance community and I have never been separated from it until college started. My old dance company, Step by Step in Cornwall, New York, is still a part of my life. I recently saw their production of the of the Nutcracker which we call “A Familiar Suite”. It was strange to be on outsider after all the years of being in the production. It was my first time watching the nutcracker since I was four years old instead of performing it. I was always an insider, and to a degree I still am. I am not a professional by any means, but I am trained in classical and modern style dance forms so I am usually an insider in the dance world. I am still performing with Step by Step this summer, however, I feel more like an outsider than I ever have before. In college, I don’t yet have a dance company or club that I participate in. I now watch dance and hear about it. I no longer see the same girls I did every day at the studio. It’s a very strange feeling being an outsider of something you’ve only ever known as an insider.

For my presentation in class I showed my senior production of A Familiar Suite. To prepare for this I first had to get the video. Unfortunately, it was in a box in my parents’ house…in Florida. I called my mom and asked her if she could send it to me over the weekend. She searched the boxes of our stuff to find the DVD and sent it as priority mail as soon as she could. I checked my mailbox for the disc every day. Every day that is wasn’t there I prepared more by trying to decide which scenes to show in class. Should I show the scenes I performed in or the ones that are most important to the storyline? Or I could even show parts of every single dance. The day of the presentation finally came and there was still no DVD in my mailbox. I explained to my professor and she completely understood (you rock professor Natov). That day after class the DVD was waiting for me in my mailbox, of course. I prepared some more to presentation during our next class. I watched the show again and decided which performance of that year I wanted to show. We perform it twice in one day and I decided our first show was better to present. We were more unified as a company in the first show. We were more in time and had more energy. We’ve been performing the same dances with mild changes our whole life so it comes down to things like smiles and all of us tilting our heads the same way to decipher which performance was better than the other. I didn’t do much other research because knowledge of dance is like a second language to me. There are few questions about our performance that I couldn’t answer and even fewer about our community.

I didn’t discover much about the art of dance or community of dancers that I was already privy to, however, I did recall things I thought were most interesting. One of these things happened to be the differences in the generation of dancers I was a part of and the younger girls in my studio. Most of the older girls have been dancing together since they were three while the younger girls were a mod podge of different communities. They were also introduced to competition dance much earlier than we were. In fact, the girls I graduated with only did competitions our senior year. Comp is a completely different community and discipline than the dance we were used to. It is more about tricks and what would be interesting to those who know nothing about dance. Basically, you have to turn a lot, flip a lot, and perform a lot. I noticed the younger girls get more concerned with out-doing each other than performing as a unit. My class-year was unified in our thoughts and our dancing. Most of us had been dancing together for so long that we didn’t need to watch each other intensely to move at the same time. The younger generation danced against each other while we always supported each other. When one of us missed class, others would make sure to record it and send them what was missed. We would meet for extra time in the studio if something was unclear. The younger girls gossiped to each other when someone was falling behind, and that person would eventually fall even more behind if no one helped. When anyone in the studio performed for us in class there was always applause, but if we performed for the younger classes they did not applaud without coaxing from the teachers. What I discovered about myself is that I miss dancing and the girls I danced with way more than I expected to. I was one of the girls who transferred into Step by Step later than the rest, therefore I always felt a little bit on the outside. However, they always welcomed me in and they supported me just as much as they did each other. I knew I would miss the friends and the community, but I never would have guessed I would miss it this much. I am looking forward to finding a place to dance again in Brooklyn.

With this project, I faced frustrating technical limitations. The first was having the main feature of the presentation be more than a thousand miles away. Next was having priority mail show up a day late. Lastly, my new laptop no longer contains a disc reader. I had to go out to Target to buy an external disc reader to plug in to even watch the performance. This project made me curious to get back into a dance community. It also made me want to research more of the origins of dance as a community. When was the first dance school established? When did dancing actually become a viable career path? I also want to see more of the effects of competition on dancing communities. I’m curious to see if competitions are even the reason the younger girls at Step by Step are more self-motivated than we were. Competition is a relatively new norm for neighborhood dance companies and I am curious to see how it effects the small community dance centers. Dance has always been a part of my life and living for a few months without it has only confirmed that it always will be.

Fall for Dance

Fall for Dance was my first experience of observing dance as an art form. Each dance was categorized by different styles, music, costumes, and mood. The Dorrance Dance Company especially stood out to me, and was my favorite performance of the night. The jazz music, the tapping of tap shoes, and the energy of the audience created and added to the impressiveness of the music used in the Dorrance Dance Company’s performance. The nuances of the movements of the dancers, was music in and of itself. I thought the jazz music added to the overall energy and aura of the dance moves, and evoked in the audience feelings of excitement and curiosity. Thus, I thought the music was extremely emotionally evoking and was a major reason as to why this specific performance was my favorite of the night.

Robert Rauschenberg- MoMA

The Rauschenberg exhibit was our first Macaulay seminar trip, and it was a great experience in order to start off the seminar. The lecture on the artist and his work by Alexis was very helpful, and it gave us an introduction before viewing the art pieces in person. The overall atmosphere of the museum added to the allure of the pieces it inhabited.

I found it very interesting how the artist used simple materials, even things we found on the street to create art. Although not everyone accepted Rauschenberg’s work to be art, his vision and overall purpose of creating art that was not mainstream for the time is significantly important when observing his pieces. When viewing this exhibit I was reminded of how random art is, and how art can be created from literally anything, as long as you have the imagination to do so.

Rauschenberg’s nonconformity to typical art pieces also helped me recognize art does not have to fit a certain mold in order to be accepted.