Birthdays

My birthday was today which was just AMAZING. It's so strange to me sometimes because when I have my birthdays, it feels like such a fresh start to a whole good year ahead of me. I know that the year ahead of me is going to be the best one yet. Being the age I turned, I feel as though I have more freedom in some ways to know how to navigate if I ever got lost or had to accomplish something. Having your birthday fly by in a flash is actually really exciting. I always feel like I'm in a dream somehow. I am just walking on air and letting my body do the rest. When I walked around today on my birthday, everything looked sort of different. I do not know if it has anything to do with the fact that I am a year older now. Or maybe it had something to do with thinking that birthdays had something to do with starting over. In the past year I 've had ups and downs bringing me left to right. Now, I'm happy just where I am. I am happy with the friendships I have made with people in the last couple of months. These people honestly make me really happy when I have my worst days. So, just seeing these today made me more happier and have a much better birthday. You always remember your birthday so significantly because it was the day that you somewhat changed. For me, I do not want to change. I just like remaining me. Then again. I will see everything in a different light not just because I'm older, but because I've learned a lot. 

Daydreamer

Sometimes, my mind just wanders all the day at the most random times. I am an active thinker and have a humongous imagination springing up life here and there. When I am in class, if you heard the words " So imagine that the ... would be like this....." . This would lead me to zoning out for a good five minutes thinking about what life would be like there for me. I would make me a character in my own mind television show that would keep running and never stop. It keeps going though which leads to my teachers snapping me back to reality. It would involve them calling my name and just me acting like a complete fool of myself not knowing what is going on at all. I am a day dreamer. I admit that. I always day dream anywhere at any time. My day dreams are sometimes better than reality the way that I would see it. It isn't usually like this with me needing to get snapped back. Eventually, I would do it on my own to get myself back into the swing of things. When a class is really boring, I don't mean to zone out. I just do at those times. It is something that I hear mentioned from one person that sets t off. It starts off with someone mentioning something funny that they heard of or could never possibly imagine happening. With this sad, I would get a distant memory of something that reminded me of the thing mentioned. After that, it is all but non stop dreaming after that. I want to learn to control it, but it comes and it goes. Usually, it is a normal occurring routine that I always go into. With so many thought on my mind, I lose sight of what is really in front of me. 

From Rehearsal Back To Camp

During my rehearsal today for the a show I'm doing, I was supposed to be dancing around the stage. I grabbed a partner and was chosen to be the man. Having the role to be the guy, I have had a good experience with learning how to play this role. No doubt in my mind made me not want to relate my character to King Darling The Third in the Prince Street version of Cinderella. Supposedly, I was a blind king with a son that I would always mistake as a different person over the course of the show. I thought, back in summer , I wish I could go back in time to go be in that part again. Oh, how I miss that cast so much, yet where would I be today? I successfully did some great shows over the past couple of months now come to think of it. Anyways, so back to the rehearsal. I had my partner and we were dancing the waltz when my mind reminded me of summer all over again. My mind kept going back to summer over and over and over again. I missed it so much and I longed to be back there so badly. With every step I would take when doing the waltz, it reminded me of how I did it those couple of months ago. It gave me some background information on how to actually waltz in this case. Sometimes, it makes me really sad to know that from the looks of it, I may never be able to go back to me dear camp. There are people there that I will miss dearly. There are the directors and the new opportunities to take advantage of. However, I have had my eye on other camps that are not that far away as my beloved camp. I still can't stop thinking about my camp and the friends I made their. I have no idea sometimes where they could be right now.

My 365 Photography Project

The idea behind my 365 photo project is seeing the wold in a different perspective. Sure, the photos that I take are very odd at times. Yet, these photos that I capture make the difference to help me see it different from someone else. I feel that my photos bring a sort of different quality with each photo. Each individual photo has a certain message behind it which is the reason why I took the photo in the first place after all. With my photos, I want people to see the difference in perspective in how they look. More importantly, I want people to make up a story in their heads about why the picture was taken and posted in the first place. I do caption the pictures at times to give a hint of what it comes out to be. Other than that, I want people to see how I all come down to it when it comes to making my 365 what it is today. Many do notice my pictures as a work of art. Others see it and never know what to say. On my own choice, I want to leave my viewers in that sort of speechless state. By having them in that sort of state, it lets their own minds wander to conclude what the picture may come out to. In the end, it is what they make of it. Sooner or later, I want to see the conclusions that people come up with just by looking at the photo graph. I want to ask them, " So , when you looked at the photograph, what did you originally think at first? " More importantly, " What was the hidden message that you got from seeing the world in this upside down perspective on this photograph? "

I Saw Them Today

I saw my friends some good old friends I hadn't seen in a while. For all these months, they had done what they needed to get done and I did what I needed to get done too. It was the time apart that we may have learned from our mistakes and made better decisions. It was in those past months that we may have fallen to pieces, but we somehow put our selves back together. Knowing how it would be farther down the road to come, we kept hoping for that day to reunite. I longed for that day to come as do my other friends that I haven't seen in a very long time. With all of the missed birthdays and moments together that were never shared, we tried to make up for that when we would see each other. All of the inside jokes and how we made each other laugh would all come back once we met up again. Even though I never saw them everyday like I used to, I did have them always in my memory. My memories filled me up with my friends on how they were so close to me, yet so far. It would have been easy to visit, but then again where would you find the time? The time flies by off the clock each day and no one has any idea where it disappears to. It comes and it goes. I always thought that when I would meet up with my friends once again, I would catch up on all the lost time that went away. I lost touch with them over the past couple of months, but I didn't want that to happen to me again. We needed to share the fun times that we experienced on our own road and such that we would then share it. We would share all of the stories over the past couple of months that actually went down. Because, when you see a picture of someone on Instagram, it can only do so much. You don't even know what they are thinking or what is even going on at that given point. It was time to finally reunite. So, we did.

It was way different then I imagined it. It felt spacey being the fact that it was a year since it was that same night. It surprised me how it all went by so fast. Seeing all those familiar faces, it reminds me of how in the next few months to come, they will be coming up to the soon enough. I'll be able to see them everyday eventually. So, in those moments that I finally saw my friends, the looks in our eyes explained it all. With attacks from behind and people running up to you by how much they missed you, it is the best feeling in the world. It is the best feeling in the world to know that during all that missed time, they still knew you. Nowadays, I'm gonna be more happier that I have people somewhere else at the moment missing me as much as I miss them. 

The Night Scene

I decided to share with you a previous writing that I did for my English class, but I that sort of feeling that this one scene that I wrote would describe a certain part of my day. Today, I realized something about the world, and myself. There is this short story called "Night" that I previously read. So, I added a scene to it. Here it is.

    There was a doorbell ring in the night. It was softer then anyone could hear in the house.
    The doorbell chimed again, only a slad bit higher in noise. This time it finally awoke him.
    He started to get up, but this was never part of the nightly routine for him. It seemed like a dream, only it wasn’t. As he started to head for the door, there was a brisk knocking as he opened it.
    The mother’s soft snores could be heard so silently as they faded when the front door swung open. It was dark in the night sky, but the lamp lights started to flicker. There was a police car outside the door. The police man standed outside the door holding a child.
        “ We found him, I am so sorry for how long this took...” the police man spoke silently as he started to hand over th child.
     “ Give me my son. “ the father stammered as he was gently placed the boy into his arms. The soft, deep breathing of the body started to echo in his mind. The man closed the door with his foot and locked it. He was very careful not to hurt the child as he started to walk down the hallway.
     He protected the boys feet from hititng the walls as they boy slept. Bu cradling his head, he made a soft turn into the room across from his. He turned on the light and started to walk over to the pre made bes that was already set for the boy, just like before. As he placed the boy down, he started to make sure that the boy was still sleeping. The man took the boy’s inhaler and placed it on his desk.
    As he started to walk back over to the bed, the boy turned around in an instant. His breathing was still heavily heard , but he was able to make out a simple phrase.
       “ You listened, Dad.”
    He felt as though the room started to feel full again. Full of life that he needed to protect and listen to again to the world around him. He was lost, then found. As the man walked over to the boy, he whispered out a phrase sp soft that only the boy’s ears would take in.
      “ I finally did.”
    The man then started for the door, but before he did so, he tucked his son in for the rest of the night. He softly kissed his head as he brushed aside his hair. He could still here the child’s soft deep breathing as he started to turn around and leave.
      As he walked through the door frame, he looked back one last time at the boy, the one he finally listened for as he went back to sleep. He started to walk into the other room, hands by his sides and laid down onto the comforter. He placed his head on the pillow and made sure that in the distance he could still hear the boy from the room across the hall.
      The slow and deep breathing echoed through the walla to his room. The boy was safe and sound at last.
      “ I listened my son, I listened. “
      The man finally let go of life around him and closed his eyes, ready to awake in the morning.
       This seemed to be like a dream, only it wasn’t, for this didn’t happen every night.

No Bad Habits Allowed

Ever since I was little, I always had a drive for making people laugh. It was just a thing that made me smile all the time knowing that I was the reason behind someone's smile. By being overjoyed into this, I started to perform year after year in anyway I could. It became such a normal thing for me when I was younger. It was from being in dance for a numerous amount of years of the Tillies stage to being chosen as the lead singer for a preschool band. For preschool, there was a stage at this classmate's party. It had a room with that stage all set up with everything you would need for a band. Since I had no idea what I was doing, I just waited where I would be in that band. The classmate chose to put me as lead singer. I remember it faintly, but I think my voice at that time was starting out. It got me more into the swing of having people watch me more and more. With this coming around as more of a thrive to be on stage, I had my chance to be in it during 5th grade. That is where my acting career as I think took off. I got a lead role in that musical. Even though I was pushed out by being the villain, I stayed by myself while we rehearsed. It was such an experience too. The only thing that made me happy was to see people's faces light up when I had a funny line to say. I used improv in certain scenes when I was Mrs. Gulch. It was an amazing show in general, but that show did teach me a lot about myself. From then on, every musical I was ever in, I got a lead part in it. I leaned toward getting the comedic roles instead of the dramatic ones. I wanted to make people laugh and remember me in a certain scene even if I was up for a short period of time. 

However, today during rehearsal, I did a habit I had picked up in middle school. It was something has always happened in the middle school during the rehearsals all the time. I made myself always look at the director of the show to see if I was doing it right. Basically, I was trying to get a sense of approval from the director on whether or not what I'm doing is the right thing. When my middle school director would notice, she would tell me to stop. Eventually, I stopped. Ever since then, I have picked back up the habit without even realizing it. This year I wasn't one of the main leads in the dramas or musicals with big lines to say. With the drama, I have a certain part that I have a good amount of lines for.  I just tend to freeze up and not know if I am doing it right. It just bothers me having that happen to me all the time.. It makes me so uncomfortable when I happens that I want to work on trying to stop it. It is a habit that needs to be stopped. I want it to stop after all.  

There Are Some

I wanted to blog post today, but I thought why not write a poem based on how I view the world today. So instead of a regular blog post, here is my poem.

There are some in this world who believe in love
Others just put in more hate
There are some in this world who give life a shove
Others just are used to discriminate
There are some people in this world who get lost in a dream
Others just put in more than they mean
There are some people in this world who are on the same team
Others just are acting someone they aren't, that is keen
There are some people in this world who give life a chance
Others just put there emotions on the line, not willing to try
There are some people in this world who take a stance
Others just are willing to die
There are some people in this world who do there special dance
Others just put in no emotions
There are some people in this world who go with hope in prance
Others just are causing commotions
There are some people in this world who would rather smile
Others just put their souls in fashion
There are some people in this world who would rather take a while
Others just are not knowing that they are trashin
There are some people in this world who have acceptance
Others just put in the fake ness to rot
There are some people in this world who would do penance
Others just are taking the path to trot

What are Seven Billion People Doing Right Now?

Today, I was thinking about what goes on in the rest of the world. It makes me think of how other people go about their daily lives. How everyone is so diverse in not only the way they look, but of how the constant actions they do every day. Everybody has some type of way to wake themselves up in the morning whether it be an alarm clock or a mother waking them up to go to school. Maybe the person didn't sleep at all that night and woke up all cranky. Sometimes, my cat wakes me up with her constant meowing every morning. If we were on a farm, we wouldn't even need a rooster for how much she meows. That is another way people wake up on a normal basis. My sister get sprayed in the face every morning, so that helps her get ready for school. It just makes me think that once you step out of your bed, your day officially starts. When I start my day, my mind takes me to see different people around the world getting up at the same time as me. We would look different, yet doing the same actions. Maybe it would be someone that has the same name as me and would complete the same schedule as I do. With all of this thinking going on in the morning, I never get ready in time for school. I always drift off with  doing something else. In other words, during my own scheduled routine, I would just start to dream of how other people live. Having this kind of set up in the morning easily gets me hyped up to carry on with my day. 

It is not just how people wake up with all the different time zones and how they go about their daily routines in life. I make myself imagine what it would be like after that point. Varying from ages 1 to maybe 125 ( age for the world's oldest person alive) , what goes on during a normal basis for them? I want to see it from people's different points of view. To see what it would be like to live in someone else's shoes for a change. We all wake up and everything, but after that then what happens next? Just to mention that with the power of YouTube, you can see other people 's "supposed" daily routines. They have their own channel and everything with a million views daily on what they would do for their morning or night routines. I mean, why would you record yourself doing your own routine in the morning. For me, if it was in the morning or at night, that would be the one time that I can have some personal time with myself. It's time to think about how my day is going to go or reflect on how it went. Even though I do love the videos that these people make, I don't want someone to set up my own routine for me in the morning. It makes their routine seem to be the "ideal" one. Why can't we just keep it as our own? I do care for the fact that every person apart of the 7 billion that make up the world today should do their own thing. Which brings it back to the fact that I wonder what these people are doing right now at this very moment. 

The Library or DTC?

My friends and I would usually go to the library to study for tests or just do textbook work to get it over with. Today was unlike usual days. As some of you may not know, there is a club called DTC. It is the Dance Theater Company. I was going to try out for a spot in one of the dances, but I had to much on my hands to do with homework, clubs and the musical. The way DTC works is you would need to create a group. I didn't have one because from me running around from spot to spot I never had the time to. However, in this group you would arrange, you would need to over the course of a year create a dance routine. It doesn't seem like much until certain people find out what little time they have to choreograph their very own dance. Also, the fact that money comes to being involved. You would need to fund for the lighting at the end of the year show all of these dance numbers would be in. It seemed to me to be a lot of fun, but I didn't have the time or money to make it work. So, you would either have to bring in 20 dollars every audition that you went to for you dance. On the other hand, you could go into this complicated candy business that you would need to sell candy. To this day, it still confuses me on how the whole candy bag thing even works. Other than that, once they'd have enough money the show would go on. That is the way the whole thing would work. 

Now onto my friends, today after school they were choreographing their dance. They originally had three members. Due to grades, one of them had to drop because they were struggling. Somehow, my friends find time to do their work with the amount of time they are choreographing their two person dance. I have no idea how they make it work, but they just do. Earlier a couple of months ago, I wanted to join the group because I had nothing going on after school on certain days other than a few clubs. I wanted to be in their dance group so badly, but they just told me their were to many people. So, I tried to choreograph my own dance and I did. I'm still working on it today though. Anyways, so their original song got taken away from them making them ending up to change it. Either way, when I see these two dance, it seemed to me as thought they were telling a story. It looked as a form of art was creating itself with these two people, my friends. Other than that, with these two people dancing and them coming up with new moves, I learned more about them. It was not through language or faces that sent the message, but their movement as a whole. The way they moved spoke to me. It gave me that shiver down your spine when you see a magnificent painting that your absolutely in love with. Or the look of shock factor when you see someone's creation for the first time. My friends have told me that they aren't artists. In this way, I see them that they lied. They truly are. 

My Birth Giver

My mom is someone that I look upon as a true artist herself. She has been through the hard times growing up with three brothers. She has had her dolls thrown off the roof to be taunted by both younger and older brothers. Not only did she have to deal with all of this, but she learned from herself. She took action in her own life. This person taught her own self how to roller skate. Even when she would fall, she came right back up again. From the toy factory down the street, she got her own toys and her own dolls to play with. She rummaged through garbage just to find something to entertain herself. She found joy in other people's lost objects and rejects for non perfect things.With all this said, she went her own route. Some say that she was different from the rest. To me, she totally was.
She wasn't just a person that grew up down in the neighborhood. My mother was an artist. She was inspired from the day she first laid eyes on art. When she was younger, she tried out for a school art competition. With that, it was her natural work of art that won first prize. It was a ribbon and $25 dollars for her to spend any way she wanted to. That $25 made her get saved for many years to come. Soon she bought her own cassette player that she called her own. The one thing that was all hers. That cassette player lead her to create her own style in high school. Seeing the true values in her student body, she became friends with limited people her own age. The lower grades became the people she turned to with them worshiping the ground she walked on. It was something that she loved to help people out with advice and to have real conversations. It was times like these that inspired her to continue with her art career.
My birth giver wanted to go onto Italy to go to art school. It was her dream to go, but she was held back by her parents who wanted her to take a different route. She was talented and very blessed with an artistic hand, but it never went her way. Eventually, she found through jobs to fund her college courses to become a teacher. It was a good career for her to see how she went down that route and blossomed. Months turned to years and she had me. Even though she's a teacher, she still has a muse to pursue an art career through my eyes. Do I think that she is still an artist? Yes I do. Through the actions she completes every day makes her a different piece of artwork from society. I find it inspiring that I can learn from her artistic experiences to help me with my adventure.

I'm a Procrastinator

I am a procrastinator. I start projects with a good idea and never finish them. When I am given a project, I wait until the last minute to get it done. Somehow, I get a good grade on it at times. It ends up being not that bad to end up doing it that way all the time. Either way, the reason I don't start it is because I am not neccesarily into what the project is. There are those projects that you get and dread doing. For example, when I was in 8th grade, I had to do a history project about this American inventor I had no interest in at all. We had to write a research panphlet about our inventor. For me, I dread these kind of projects when they are given to us. I'm not into it at all. I would rather write a screen play about a scene about the inventor or making a colorful collage. The fact that I have to write a research paper about something just is not in my style at all. This is just for certain projects that I come across. Other projects like posters and power points I procrastinate about because I get easily distracted. It first starts off with me gathering up all of my ideas like your supposed to. Then, it's me trying to make a decision about which idea I like the most. Personally, I am not the greatest decision maker out there which is why I push it further and further away. I think that by giving two decisions I need to choose over some time to think about, it makes me choose the right one. Thus, it leads to distraction to me never getting it done in the end. Turns out that minutes will turn to hours and I will be up at midnight with out a project because I got easily distracted from not doing it.

Usually, I tell myself that I can watch for half an hour my favorite show. Ya know, relaxing before I get started. Sooner or later, the half an hour is up and up comes a new episode of  one of my other favorite tv shows. So, because I am so comfortable on my couch, I feel the sense to not get up. I convince myself that in another half an hour, I will get started. Basically, this kind of way for me to have some relaxation time does not help at all. This makes me get easily distracted about not getting my work done. This usually ends when something boring comes on the TV. After that, I have no idea what to do nextvwith my project. So instead, I sit on my bed and think of more ideas of how to my project. Usually, this concludes to me passing out. In the morning, no project. I am that kind of person that can't stay on one task to get things done. When I have to get a project done, and this is when I actually want to just get it out of my way, I go into intense isolation. This means that I shall lock myself in a room for hours on end until I get what I need to get done finished. Apparently, it is very hard for me to get anything done with a little sister who bugs you every second she gets home from afterschool. She puts on full fledged interviews wanting to know everything that happened about my day. She instigates everything I do. So, my solution is to lock myself in a tiny room and get it all done. Either way, it always works.

Fear of : Improv

I have always been that kind of person that loves to take risks and try new things. If you told me to jump out of a plane, I would most likely do it.  I would be into the whole feel of being adventurous to try new foods and visit new places. I do not like the feeling of being held down to just one place. I love to explore and to notice the world around me. When it comes to my art however, it turns into a whole other story. I would like to act and I want to pursue it one day as a career. On that note, I have learned that a skill that actresses need to have is improvisation. Improvisation is making up something as you go along. So, in that type of actiing, you would be taking the risk of seeing whether or not a certain scene would work out. For me, I have the fear of this because whenever I take on a cast I haven't been workimg with for a while, I suddenly freeze up. It puts me in a state that I am not used to and scared in fact if I got judged for messing up an improvisation. I kmow that in this kind of industry your going to be judged, but for now I need to be taught on how to take those punches. Now though, I just want to build a sense of trust with the cast that I work with for future shows and hope to get to know them better. This would lead to me being less fearful and more relaxed.

In the high school, I have been easily intimidated by the outstanding actors and actresses to take on the stage there. These fellow cast members have had more experience then me obviously. If I were in an improv scene with one of these members, I would not know what to do. I would fear the fact of messing up in front of them. I would not want to do that in front of talented kids themselves. I would practically look like a joke. The fact that I fear the chance of messing up is insane, but true. It just involves intimidation of a new area I do not have any familiar times with. At the same time, in the middle school I felt free to do anything that came to my mind. I had been working with the cast I loved for the last three years. People would come in and go , but I still got used to having those kind of people around. It made us one big dysfunctional family year after year that I have done the musical. Every single time that I was in a certain improv scene, year after year my confidence grew. I was taking the risks that I has always had imagined of doing. I thought of new material with the snap of my fingers. Last year was one of my greastest years in being the older kids in school. I more freedom to work with what I had. It felt amazing. Yet, when I got to to high school, it all changed. I was at the bottom working my way up with an unfamiliar director and cast. At this point, it was a long road ahead, but I would need to get used to it in order to one day pursue what I would like to do.

So all in all, I fear the fact that I am easily intimidated in a new environment that involves my art. I want to be able to do anything when it comes to an improv scene. I want to not care what anyone thinks.  I want to gain confidence in what I do and how I do it. I am a ristaker. For me, I want to overcome my obstacle in facing the stage with confidence. That this should involve not caring about what others think about what my improv is whether it ir weird or not to an extent. I want to learn how to take the punches one after the other. I want to ready for it. In the article that was given to me I quote, " What separates artists from ex-artists is that those who challenge their fears, continue; those who don’t, quit." I care about comtinuing on and pursuing what I would like to do. I need help with learning about how to deal with the road ahead for how to deal with the entertainment business. At this point, I want to be the kind of artist that moves ahead in my art discipline to say ," You know what, it was all worth it."

Chapter 10: My Thoughts

You have to enjoy the simple things in life. Like the author talks about in the book, on how he was just waiting in line, with his son wondering around the store looking at Spider Man balloons and the gumball machines in the supermarket. He had started to talk about how we should enjoy the wonders in life. Since I am very inexperienced with the world around me, it makes me think about what it's gonna be like when I go out in the world alone. I don't really know what is gonna be out there for me, but I have a sure idea of what I want to do with my life. When I went to the city by myself with STAC, I started to notice the world around me more and more. I noticed all the forms of art around me when I was alone. It seems that whenever I am alone and free I always imagine certain things and how they are. When I am controlled,  I can only have those certain moments to myself at random times of the day that seem so small for me to recognize the world around me. I enjoy the small moments that someone would do something for me, or that I would do something for someone else. The world around me is changing rapidly. It's my time to seize it.

Chapter 9: My Thoughts

You must enjoy the journey of travel, for that is also an art that it being taken away from the world today. For many people when they walk around, their faces are always in their phones, looking at a screen for hours on end. What is the good  of looking at a screen instead of looking up at the fellow people's faces around you. This relates to what Walter Benjamin was talking about on what would happen to people if they were to ignore art entirely. It is not that art itself is getting ignored, it is that people would not really need to see the orignals that famous artists made. They would instead see recreations of it or buy them for their own homes. By the twentieth century, people started to see traveling art exhibits at the Metropolitan, etc. It would get packed and packed with people that would  want to see these new exhibits. It was especially good for art lovers that lived in the city to have the advantage to go to all these different art museums at their own fingertips. As much as the art world is improving, I feel when people could just go online to see a painting instead of going to the actual museum to see it. It scares me to know that people will not be able to enjoy the art of the world around them at all. This had all happned because of screens set up in the own comfort of your home in order to do work. Soon enough, it will be to see paintings and works of art. Musuems could go potentially go out of business. I would not want to see the Metropolitan Musuem of Art shut down. At the rate that Americans look at a screen, it's time to sometimes shut down and look at the art around you like old times.

Chapter 8: My Thoughts

Philip Pearlstein ( a day to day artist) reminds me of my cousin who lives in Italy. Her name is Paola and she is a fellow artist herself. She reminds me of Pearlstein because of how they have the same lifestyle. The author, Kimmelman , was basically restating what my cousin Paola does day to day in her studio. She has her own unique style of doing things. Paola has inspired me to trybti jump into making art, but every single time I try to, I could never actually do it. My art that I would create on a canvas could never be as original as hers. She has that certain stroke that wraps the whole piece of artwork together. All of her paintings have stories about them that are from her previous experiences and adventures in Italy. Though she spoke about telling me her adventures, but never got to it. It was all about her artwork. Her artwrok is a always a specific style that she gets inspired from in a mood that she would be feeling that day. Back to how she reminds me of Pearlstein, she always lives day to day with creating her original artworks. If you were to see what she creates, you would be enchanted not knwoing how to explain it. It would be that confusing to try and figure out. It would be a puzzle , just like how I think that Pearlstein's works are like. Working day to day in routine makes you more committed to getting a piece of artwork done. It shows a deep a passion that makes you want you to get it done once you start.Paola I believe has tried to do nudes before , but I have never seen them up close. So, I do not know if she still has them or not. I think that Paola is the next generation of Pearlstein by how close in working the same that they are.

Chapter 7: My Thoughts

I had to keep rereading the second page of the chapter to actually realize what Douglas Mawson ( an Australian explorer) went through on his expedition to Alaska. What he did was so insane to not only go on the most treacherous route on the expedition, but to actually have limited people with you to travel on that route. He had one of his men die with most of the supplies, so him and Xavier Mertz ( an experienced mountaineer) to survive on only so little food. What would be the whole explanation behind all of this? It was all for art. Mawson chose the form of art that he would be remembered for doing by being the most brave to go to Antartica. If he survived the trip that he had all planned out, he would have one heck of a story to tell. One story that would be his own original creation, his own work of art that he wanted remembered. This turned out to be more dangerous than picking up a chisel to make a sculpture or painting on a canvas. A 35 year old man survived in the Antartic for more than a year with struggling to survive and having fellow workers die all for his orginal creation of art. Once he told his story, people had kept him remebered as the one of the greatest explorers that would be remembered forever. The thing that I do not understand is that why would he do this in the first place? To me, he may have done this to keep himself from going insane. Yet again, I could be worng. With other famous artists, they did complete certain pieces of art in order to go on the brink of being nuts. Well, would you look at what art does to you.

Chapter 6: My Reflection

Women have an effect on the art world, such as how Charlotte Salomon,( a young Jewish - German female writer) who taught the world about love before the Holocaust. It makes me so proud to have women finally come to mind instead of men come to mind when it comes to independent modern artists. Women never really got the same respect that men always got during those certain centuries that you lived. However, when women started to get more respected around the world, people undertsood how highly improtant a woman is. We always would remember a man's name for any thing in history such as our Presidents, war heros and people that changed the way America was about slavery, etc. It makes you realize that women never got remembered for any thing like that. Instead they were the average housewife, taking care of the children and waiting for their darling husband to come home so that he can eat her pork roast right out of the oven. Now that I read this chapter, Women have started to make their mark on the world, the art world, one word or one stroke at a time.
Also, the fact that all of these old artist who painted masterpieces can have viewers of these documents see soemthing fresh every time. Every decade that the art world changes, these old time favorite works of art spring back to life to show today's artist the history of art. They connect with a painting that they see and that makes them connect with their work more and more. Artists that have lived many years ago that leave their legacys behind in their work let people have insight of how art once was. Modern artists today take risks in the art world which gives them the ambition to see how people will act when they see a different kind of art. For example, Pollock took the risk to show his original work of art to the world by creating art of dripping it onto the canvas. Suddenly, that sparked a new era of how the art world changed forever. The same thing that happened for women to create an new era of art forever.

Chapter 5: My Thoughts

I can't stop thinking about the museum that they mentioned that is the Mount Vernon Museum of Incandescent Lighting. While I was reading, I started to visualize all of these bright lights illiminating this tiny room in the bottom of his house. It seems a little strange to have about 75,000 lightbulbs in cases all around this tiny room, but I admire the fact that Dr.Hicks( the collector) would have done this. He as an artist, strived to collect as many lightbulbs as he could. Each lightbulb he collected has a story attached to it in some way. In other words, he brought all of these light bulbs together in one tiny room to be shared with the public.This then turned into his story of 'the man who shined the way ' or something like that. Dr.Hicks seems to be the kind of outgoing type that has a loving quirkiness about him. I would have loved to meet this fellow artist, who's art like others may start of small and then end up into something big. 

I always wanted to start my own collection of some kind of object. First , I tried those Dum-Dum wrappers on the lollipops you would get. So, I tried to start to collect them and lost interest soon after a good three weeks. I only had 25 of them, but sooner or later the collection had dissappeared out of sight. Second, I tried to collect Snapple bottle caps. I have a good amount of them now, but I am still working on it. I collect them for the facts underneath. I want to get 723, for that is the highest number fact I ever got. Lastly, I wanted to really see if I could actually collect something because I had to share with the my 1st grade class something I collected.  I started to get stumped on what I could collect, but there was no purpose to collect Qtips or even gum wrappers. It was getting to the point  that I had no idea what I wanted to collect. Until finally, my mom told me why not photos? No wonder we kept photo albums! We collected pictures over the years of me growing up as a child. Every single time we would take a new picture, it was a new addition to our collection. That was my art when I was a child, collecting photographs. 

Chapter 4: My Reflection

Life is a work of art. In my experiences  everything and anything that you do to yourself and others around you in the world is art. It just dawned on me while I was reading it the middle of this chapter, that when Johnson died, he planned it to be the biggest work of art he had ever created. He planned out the exact moment that he died because he realized how people would look out into the waters off of Long Island to find this body floating out there. This appears that people would look at this as an inspiration to create such art as putting their own self in their artwork. By using the world around you, you get the urge to create. Art is a vision that can be carried out without lifting a paintbrush or a chisel to scuplt. For example, if an artist places themselves in a scenic location and then has viewers observe him, that in itself can be perceived as art with little effort. It is sensational way of how to take the world by storm by transforming their minds into thinking in a new way of how to view art. By thinking this way, Johnson wanted to be remembered. He wanted to never be forgotten by anyone on the face of the Earth. By trying to be remembered like Michelangelo or Picasso, he did his greatest piece of artwork yet. He created artwork in how he died by using the world around him to leave an impression on the world to get people to never forget him or what he created.