Cynthia Perez
0. What does Art mean?
Art is a form of expression that can be analyzed and have multiple meanings (intentional or by accident). Art can manifest itself as paintings, sculptures, music, dance or anything else that shows the emotions of the artist and develops a sense of meaning.
1. What is your favorite art form?
It is difficult for me to choose an art form, since I feel a connection to many forms of art. But if I had to choose, it would have to be music or dance, especially when they intertwined on stage in the form of musicals, as they are well thought out in terms of language and it is beautiful to listen and watch.
2. What is your favorite historical period?
As with choosing a favorite art form, it also difficult for me to choose a favorite historical period. History is broad all time periods have both negative and positive aspects. When I weigh the pros and cons of one historical period to another, it is really difficult to choose one over the other. But thinking in cultural aspects, I would have to choose the Edo period of Japan, for this is the era of samurais and geishas, which is a culture that I enjoy researching and looking at.
3. What is your academic/ non-academic strength?
My academic strengths are most sciences, especially biology and chemistry, and math. My non-academic strength is listening to others and also being open-minded and outgoing.
4. Do you feel comfortable with new technologies?
Yes, I feel comfortable with most new technologies.
5. How would you rate your writing skills?
I would say that my writing skills are okay, but not great enough. I hope to improve over this year.
Self-Potrait Poem
I used to be open
Like a flowery meadow.
But as time went on
And as people came and went
I started to close in.
I grew trees
With leaves the color of jade
Living and breathing
The cynicism that my flowers felt
As they grew into adulthood.
I grew vines
That held the people I loved close
And kept the outside world
And its horrors out.
My open meadow
Used to have flowers of ev’ry sort
And there was only a tiny stream trickling through.
But now as a forest,
My roses have shriveled up
And the stream burst into a river.
The sun used to shine
All over me,
But now it only shines
Through holes in the canopy.
I used to be so open with my colors
When I was a young meadow,
But now I only show signs of the blue water
And green leaves.
I never have a true smile,
Unless the sun shines through the canopy.
I have grown to become a dark forest;
Adulthood is setting in.
