Creative mix
I will do a video on how living in Refugees camps impacts children’s life.
Mona Mohamed
I will do a video on how living in Refugees camps impacts children’s life.
Mona Mohamed
Last Thursday, I wanted to do something different during club hours and when I read about the extra credit I decided to go and explore some of the different kinds of art offered in the Weissman school of art here at Baruch. I thought that this opportunity would help me learn more about arts in Baruch because I want to minor in arts but still can’t decide what kind of art.
The art session that I went to was called “virtual Sculpture gallery: Explore the environment design sculptures created by students in art” with professor Joshua Whitehead. I went expecting to walk around a room and see some actual sculpture made by students but instead, these sculptures were made and programmed on the computer. At that moment it hit me that technology now is used in every field of study even in the field where you have to be creative like art. After going to that session, I figured out that people can be creative even with the use of technology. I found the whole session very interesting; I exercised a new form of art I have never came across before. I learned more about the art classes in Baruch and all the interesting projects they do. Professor Whitehead showed us work from his class made by the student.
Some of the work that students worked on in class is shown in the pictures above. These are buildings the students drew and then turned them into a 3D model. The other thing they had in the session was a VR simulation where you put on a headset and you see and even stand on the building that the students designed because they were designed as 3D models. This session made me realize that there are a lot of things about art I still need to learn. What I liked most about this session is that it was a more hands-on experience. The controllers they gave us, we hold one in each hand made me feel like I’m playing video games and that I was physically in the game. This experience inspired me to explore even more of the art classes provided at Baruch and minor in what interests me the most
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In the Wizard of Oz, Dorthy’s house got carried from Kansas to the land of Oz. Dorthy wanted to go home because everything was so strange and unusual to her in the land of Oz. The munchkins in the land of Oz advised Dorthy to reach out to the wizard of Oz as he is the only one who can send her home. Dorthy goes on an adventure with her three friends to meet the wizard of Oz. This video relates to displacement because Dorthy in the video just realized that there are witched in this land and that was strange to her.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.
Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the fore.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labor of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.
But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land, they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;
As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.
For the Fallen
Laurence Binyon wrote this poem during WWI. The poem talks about the soldiers who left their home to go to war and eventually died fighting. This poem relates to the theme of displacement because the soldiers left their home to go fight somewhere else. “England mourns for her dead across the sea,” I think here England is a metaphor to the people who mourn for their loved ones. I think that war is the best example of displacement because everything changes around you after the war and nothing gets back to the way it was before the war. Even if you are not a soldier and didn’t physically get displaced you still get affected by it some way or the other. Everything can feel displaced around you even when you’re in your hometown.
1- why aren’t waged being raised in the gentrified areas if everything around the area is getting expensive on the residences?
2- Can people refuse gentrification and sue the companies that want to gentrify? If so what do the people need to provide to the court?
I found the reading very interesting especially the character of Mr. Kapasi. Throughout the reading, I was very curious about what was going to happen between Mr. Kapasi and Mrs. Daz. That made me keep reading until the last page. I didn’t expect any of the things that happened in the story. I kept the title of the story in mind while reading it because I just had no idea how someone can interpret maladies. The conversation between Mr. Kapasi and Mrs. Das when she told him about her son was one of the parts that stood out to me in the story. Mrs. Daz spoke the same language as her husband, but she didn’t tell him anything about her son and about how she felt about it. She still needed Mr. Kapasi to interpret her feelings. Mrs. Daz thought Mr. Kapasi can feel her regret and how terrible she feels. The questions that I kept asking myself though were, how did Mrs. Daz expect Mr. Kapasi to make her feel better when she said, “I was hoping you could help me feel better”? how did she want him to interpret her feelings? I think Language here is a metaphor to our feelings as if Mr. Kapasi can interpret how the patients feel he can interpret how Mrs. Diaz feels even though they speak the same language. Sometimes language isn’t the only thing that is standing in your way to tell how you feel.
A free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so, he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped, and his feet are tied
so, he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
“Maya Angelou 1983”
This poem describes the feeling of displacement and what it means to be somewhere with your hands and legs tied and not being able to move. The caged birds refer to slaves during slavery. They moved from their countries seeking jobs and a better life yet to find themselves slaves and taken advantage of. Maya Angelou also reflects the displacement of blacks between the North and the South and the trade of slaves and how slaves felt about it. The way I see it is that Maya Angelou chose to use the bird metaphor to describe blacks is because birds are supposed to be free to fly wherever they want without being caged. Segregation is a form of displacement in the way of feeling discomfort and not belonging.
1) How does Aciman’s displacement impacted the way he sees things?
2) In what way is New York the shadow of all the cities that Aciman went to?
3) What do you do to feel like you are home when you are so far away from it?