Shyann C. – Coco Fusco

 

Unoxuno by Melissa Calderon

 

At first glance, this piece says little about anyone’s culture, let alone any form of defiance against cultural appropriation. There is a blue, long, braided textile spread across a wooden surface – most likely a table – with two red circular marks along the left side of the cloth. The view is an overhead one which gives the viewer the illusion of standing over the object. The wood is natural looking – maybe she appreciates the beauty of simple things? The surreal thing about this painting is that the wood looks as real and natural as it gets, however, the string (I’m assuming) is animated; the white string running along the larger blue one looks like a drawn-on line and the blue itself has strokes of different shades of blue. We can also see this was intentional due to the lack of a shadow. Why would the artist place something so animated against something realistic?

After taking a long look and reading Coco’s essay, the simplistic painting revealed so much more information. Calderon might have made the contrast between reality and fiction as a political statement. The fact that the wood was made to look so real hinted at a bigger issue:  one’s true history being wrapped by western interpretations. Wood comes from trees and trees are living things. That being said, the rings around the red spots tell the observer how old that tree is. Given the ripples around the spots, I’d say the tree is old. The blue fabric is unravelled – like DNA – but Calderon made it obviously fake. This might have been her way of pointing out the wrongness of European interpretations of Hispanic culture. The cloth symbolizes the expected roles of Hispanic women; the “it runs in their DNA” perceptions of Westerners are represented by the animated-like string and is placed against the old wooden surface (a surface that may be as old as the false interpretations.

Coco’s essay made me think about how important perception is. The truth of multiple, diverse civilizations becomes lost when aggressive forces – white Europeans – need to find evidence that supports their theory of racial superiority. Since Columbus, non- European cultures have been placed on display as uncivilized and exotic peoples in need of enlightenment. In layman terms, white people needed to boost their ego. By using their influence to intimidate other cultures into submission, the Europeans created stereotypes about indigenous peoples that were written in history as absolute fact.

Calderon’s artwork is an act of rebellion because she is attempting to call out the biased way of thinking among Europeans and Americans. By placing a false blue cloth – a symbol of cultural gender roles – against a wooden background – the hard truth, she is separating the western interpretations from reality. She also uses small things, like the DNA-like structure of the string in an animated setting, to make larger statements. The culture of Hispanics has been manipulated into a westerners’ fantasy and passed off for too many generations as truth. In Coco’s essay, the bold move of pretending to be exotic, undiscovered peoples in order to expose the white man’s tenacity of appropriating “inferior” cultures, is the response to the messages sent by artists like Calderon. The “unconscious structures of belief” aspect of the piece is that the Europeans don’t realize that they are misinterpreting the truth; it’s basic confirmation bias – they will view these cultures in a primitive light if it helps to prove that Europeans are the dominant and superior race.

The message that Calderon was trying to relay was well hidden and many might have missed it like I had at first glance.  Both Coco and Calderon’s methods of attacking the threat to their culture’s history are an intelligent use of bait and perception.

Shyann C. – Teja Cole

We’ve all heard the phrase “a picture is worth a thousand words,” yet many of us don’t feel a need to read through the images. In Teja Cole’s essay “A Too- Perfect Picture,” Cole sheds light on how to really see if an image is even worth one word. From his perspective, taking a picture that adheres to the rules of photography can still be meaningless. After reviewing a play, The Exterminating Angel, I’m inclined to agree.

Now, the opera itself is a section of art. Before the play, I had no real opinion on how the actors or stage looked. As a music minor, the term opera is “a drama sung from beginning to end,” and nothing more. After taking Cole’s opinions into consideration, opera (or at least this particular one) does not float my boat. The images from the play (above) look

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so dramatic that I can’t for the life of me figure out the tone of the play. If someone were to look at this, they’d see a group of actors posing. Every movement is staged, any picture that anyone would take would come out just as dramatic. The main piece of Cole’s essay that got to me was how artificial some pictures could be. They just aren’t …natural, let alone relatable or enlightening. When I see these actors move and sing, it’s interesting but even half of my classmates didn’t know what the hell was going on. How is it possible to take a random picture and have it come out photographically flawless?

 

The reason I choose these images was that they are the closest thing to an “off – guard” from the play – but they don’t do justice. Cole admired Singh’s works because of their ability to “read as a moment of truth snipped from the flow of life,” but here there is nothing but “indulging the fantasy.” This situation may not be realistic but it could have at least been relatable; the exaggerated movements, the dynamics of the registers – it’s a show. I’m aware that the point of the performance was to entertain but even Tom and Jerry hint at a struggle that we can all relate too.

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Open Letter Final Draft – Shyann C.

Open Letter to the owner of BRONX ZOO

 

Dear Tracy Morgan,

As a child, I dreamt of working with animals in college. I even attended the Urban Assembly School for Wildlife Conservation (an institution from which you often hire your employees) located 15 minutes from your Zoo, 2011 – 2013. Being from the hood, to put it frankly, my friends and I used our school -identification cards to get into the zoo for free on any day. We truly did love the animals and how much they mimicked us (or rather us them). But those blissful trips soon ended after high school. Without a job and a good reason for our parents, no one was willing to pay the elevating prices. Six years ago, admission to the Zoo was a mere 11 dollars give or take, mainly because for the attractions, such as the carousel, an extra 2 dollars per ride was to be paid. Now, the price is 20 dollars and 5 for the extra experiences, well the only real “experiences”. On top of this, there is an additional 15 -dollar fee when you pass the entry line. So, in total, excluding the likely 30 dollars on those extra rides, 40 bucks to enter a damned zoo?  And no food allowed in the park, so jacked up prices inside to eat? You bet.

Animals hibernate, right? So as a reasonable person, I wonder: why do the prices stay so high when half of the animals aren’t available to be seen? Where’s the compromise? The Bronx Zoo’s revenue for 2016 was approximately 1 billion dollars, which is amazing for the animals (not all of the money goes to them and most of your employees make 9-13 dollars an hour) but what about the people who live there? It’s a tourist attraction after all, so why not have community events? Why not have more accessible discounts?

While many would argue that the money goes to the zoo, Mr. Morgan you are a very wealthy man with a net worth of 50 million dollars. I am sure you can afford to make the zoo experience more accessible to minorities (such as yourself). The zoo is yours so now and you have the power to make a difference. Prove that not all stars are the same.

This is America though. We have a choice not to go to the zoo. We can miss out on the opportunities, say no to our kids. But wouldn’t you agree that the expensiveness should be backed by safety? To know that my potential 100 bucks aren’t going to be a dreaded memory. Too many animals – dangerous ones- escape every year. Defunct elevators. Poor instructions by employees. Come on! Besides the adults, many of your consumers are children who do not get the protections they should. I’m not saying to wrap the place in bubble wrap, but more child safety would be appropriate. The water where the dolphins are could easily be invaded by a curious toddler. The trails make it easy to get stranded. If you make so much money, why not make it a safer experience? Give the people their money’s worth.

And so, while your love for animals is greatly appreciated, your greed and policies (food) are not. You are located in the South Bronx where almost everyone is in poverty. Where it is inexpensive because businesses know how to compromise. Why do kids have to miss out because it’s not even free for them? Free Wednesdays sound great until you realize one day out of seven translates to a traffic storm where no one actually enjoys the “experience”.

Thank you for reading,

Shyann A. Cooks

Open Letter , Bronx Zoo

Open Letter to THE BRONX ZOO

 

Dear Owners of the Bronx Zoo,

Good Afternoon. My name is Shyann Cooks and when I was younger I wanted to work with animals in college. I attended the Urban Assembly School for Wildlife Conservation (an institution from which you often hire your employees) located 15 minutes from your Zoo, 2011 – 2013. Being from the hood, to put it frankly, my friends and I used our school -identification cards to get into the zoo for free. We truly did love the animals and how much they mimicked us (or us them). But those blissful trips soon ended after high school. Without a job and a good reason for our parents, no one was willing to pay the elevating prices. And I lost my connection to the animals. Six years ago, admission to the Zoo was a mere 11 dollars give or take, mainly because for the attractions, such as the carousel, an extra 2 dollars per ride was to be paid. Now, the price is 20 dollars and 5 for the extra experiences, well the only real “experiences”. On top of this, there is an additional 15 -dollar fee when you pass the entry line. So, in total, excluding the likely 30 dollars on those extra rides, 40 bucks to enter a damned zoo?  And no food allowed in the park, so jacked up prices inside to eat? You bet.

Animals hibernate, right? So as a reasonable person I wonder: why do the prices stay so high, when half of the animals aren’t available to be seen? Where’s the compromise? The Bronx Zoo’s revenue for 2016 was approximately 1 billion dollars, which is amazing for the animals (not all of the money goes to them and most of your employees make 9-13 dollars an hour) but what about the people who live there? It’s a tourist attraction after all, so why not have community events? Why not have more accessible discounts?

This is America though. We have a choice not to go to the zoo. We can miss out on the opportunities, say no to our kids. But wouldn’t you agree that the expensiveness should   be backed by safety. To know that my potential 100 bucks isn’t going to be a dreaded memory. Too many animals – dangerous ones- escape every year. Defunct elevators. Poor instructions by employees. Come on! Besides the adults, many of your consumers are children who do not get the protections they should. I’m not saying to wrap the place in bubble wrap, but more child safety would be appropriate. The water where the dolphins are could easily be invaded by a curious toddler. The trails make it easy to get stranded. If you make so much money, why not make it a safer experience? Give the people their money’s worth.

And so, while your love for animals is greatly appreciated, your greed and policies (food) are not. You are located in the South Bronx where almost everyone is in poverty. Where it is inexpensive because businesses know how to compromise. Why do kids have to miss out because it’s not even free for them? Free Wednesdays sound great until you realize one day out of seven translates to a traffic storm where no one actually enjoys the “experience”.

Thank you for reading,

Shyann A. Cooks

Inhale

This is a self-portrait video depicting a large influence on my life: smoking. There are many things I could have done this project on however, I choose something that not many people know about nor agree with. The point of the “flashback” moments are to show how I have normalized these cancer sticks into my life. The element that I borrowed for this piece was the use of music to set a tone , as well as the prevalent sound effects that help to “color” the portrait.  Press the blue to download the video.

Inhale – Small

Muhammad Ansi’s “Statute of Liberty” – Shyann C.

 

I’ve made it. I am finally here, I am finally free. My father used to tell me, “Son, America is a hell disguised as a paradise,” but seeing her majesty ahead – her pale green and blue hues fresh and inviting as the ocean waves that brought me here – would make hell seem like a wonderful place to live. Of course, I am being foolish.  I am not physically free – the screams of the damned echo in my head. They are my own outbursts of confusion. Has it been days? Weeks? Months? Time shouldn’t be of essence but I know that soon enough, I will be able to kiss her majesty’s feet, admire her construction, admire her beauty.

She reigns supreme over all. The American pigs do not appreciate her but I do. She stands above all else, a mother to a kingdom, awaiting a hero to save her. While her beauty does captivate, her imprisonment drives a man mad. My suffering shall not be in vain – I will save her.  She gives me a new freedom for my demented imagination. I lie awake at night imagining us, together –  her cold copper on my cold, bruised and battered flesh. Does she know I want to rescue her? Does she even know I exist? Lady liberty standing tall, but for how long?

The truth is, I have never seen her up close. But I am here, she is close. Her form appears in my head and I call the guard for my fix. I need to see her. I have to paint her. She is a magnificent sight! Although in reality she may be greater and for that I am sorry for the lack of representation my love. Your arm carries a torch that could burn entire cities in one wrong move – I too, am a loose cannon, they’ve pushed me this far. If you had known my hell here on this island, would you rescue me? Would my 76 hertz of agony awaken you? Perhaps.

            Crimson paint for your oxidation – My arms are bound behind me as the course fibers rip my flesh, “I don’t know anything! I swear I don’t!” Forest green and sky blue mixed for your beautiful copper and iron skin – “What are they planning?” Shock, bolts of electricity dance before my watering eyes in these wavelengths. “I am innocent!” They up the current until –

Black – The ocean casts its shadow on you and brings you to life. “Why are you  this?! You’re going to kill me!” Another shock. His blue eyes suddenly turn black, everything turns black. Now for the sea, baby blue. His eyes. Dip, stroke into the paint. Light coat of brown for your kingdom, it is nowhere near as magnificent as you. His arms grind my face into the ground, his knee in my back – I’ve never felt more helpless. I know he won’t end me, but I wish he would. Then bury me in the land of my love. Let my soul roam free.