Hello, dear readers!
I've noticed something about my blog. There's so much going on in my life right now that it's been really hard for me to get anything down here. So usually I just dump some photos on and hope I can come up with something clever enough to be worth posting. Well, today, I'll try to say something a bit more interesting.
I love art. I would like it if I could draw all day long. I would like to draw comics, draw people, illustrate stories, design t-shirts, design logos. I can't imagine majoring in anything besides studio art.
I hate papers. I would like it if I never had to write another paper again. I'm not going to write papers for a living, so why should I practice those skills?
Sometimes I think I should be going to an art school. After all, that's what I'm going to be doing with my life, right?
And yet, what have been the most interesting moments in my time at Carleton? Well, the times when classes intersect with issues that are really relevant to my life. A lot of art classes focus on building technical skills. You could make stuff that's meaningful to you, or you could just make a pretty picture. Granted, Andy Warhol thinks "If something's beautiful, it's pretty colors, that's all", but I don't agree with that anyways. So in actuality, the most interesting things I've done in classes have involved *shudder* papers.
For example, in Sound Studies, a class I took last spring, I did this crazy sound composition in response to the writer, artist, madman, Antonin Artaud. I started my project much averse to him for his awkward obsessions and violently anti-Christian writing. And yet, as I studied him, I grew to understand and sympathize with his bizarre philosophy. In a way, I agreed with what he was saying, but not with where that led him. Writing all this up in a paper was a strange but great experience (and I went way beyond the suggested page limit).
In my intro American Studies class, The Immigrant Experience, I wrote a really interesting paper that attempted to destigmatize the term "assimilation". Actually, the paper ended up kind of crappy because I was really sick while writing it and I had all these poorly nuanced statements and spelling errors. But the idea and reasoning behind it was really interesting, particularly because I am what some might call an assimilated person. That is, my ancestors are from Japan, but I don't participate in most Japanese cultural practices or attitudes. And sometimes American society can be really bipolar and self-contradictory about issues like culture. For instance, many people tend to think that immigrants' culture should be preserved, yet the educational and social structures arguably reward those who assimilate.
I'm going to eat these words later, I know... I have a paper due later this week. But, once this is all past me, I'll look back and be glad that I was forced to do those things that I really really hate doing. Honestly, I would be bored if I was only taking art classes. The other classes help me figure out who I am, and what I want to say, and that's a big part of what art is about.
In conclusion, read this article about high school English paper metaphors.
P.S. did you read the article? It's really funny. You won't regret it.
P.P.S. comment on my posts! The last several comments have been spambots, which is sad!