JOY! Gravity no longer pulls my body downward. The sensation of gravity pulling at the sides of my body feel amazing. The risk of falling sends chills up my arms and on the back of my neck. The strange mixture of danger and the calmness that I receive from everything that is black and white (my shadow, the wall, the ceiling, the floor) makes my mind light.
JUNGLE! I know that my life outside of this gallery is a jungle. I lose myself amid the duties, responsibilities, and expectations when I am outside of this room. In here, the jungle does not exist. Tonight's night is Friday around eight and although I know I am supposed to be where my parents live, nothing bothers me as I take light and slow steps.
JOIN! The strangers walking alongside me seem just as preoccupied as myself. They join me in this slow and beautiful walk. As one foot crosses another, this feeling of light-headedness, exhilaration, danger, and joy increases. As this strong mixture of feelings climbs toward a never-ending peak, thoughts of anything and something, nothing and everything flood my head.'
JOLLY! I stifle a giggle (so as not to break the somberness of Trisha Brown's work) as I picture the sculptural work of Sophie Tauber-Arp's head. The head reminds me so much of how I feel now. I wonder, does anyone on the ground see my head the way I must imagine it to look now? Bulb-shaped, with patches of blue, red, yellow, and gray? My nose flat and sharp like the wing of an airplane?
JUPITER! Elaine summers continues to film us walking on the wall. Will our audience be able to experience this joy? Oh, it's so hard to keep my giggles and chuckles, laughs and snickers at bay. The hilarity of it all is just too much! I am a sculpture, a dancer, a performer, an artist, a Dadaist, a woman, a daughter, a mother, a sister, a walker, the air, the floor, and the ceiling all at once.
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Thank you for this careful, imaginative writing Andreana. Great descriptions. I made some suggestions for grammatical changes. Please compare you revisions with your writing and let me know what you think. Also, as a homework assignment, please go to the UCI Langson Library and take out a book with lots of pictures about the artist Ray Johnson. You might like this artist. Please bring the book you choose to class on Tuesday, August 25th.
ReplyDeleteJOY! Gravity no longer pulls my body downward. The sensation of gravity pulling at the sides of my body feels amazing. The risk of falling sends chills up my arms and up the back of my neck. The strange mixture of danger and the calmn that I receive from everything that is black and white (my shadow, the wall, the ceiling, the floor), makes my mind light.
JUNGLE! I know that my life outside of this gallery is a jungle. I lose myself amid duties, responsibilities, and expectations when I am outside of this room. In here, the jungle does not exist. Tonight's night is Friday around eight, and although I know I am supposed to be where my parents live, nothing bothers me as I take light and slow steps.
JOIN! The strangers walking alongside me seem just as preoccupied as I am. They join me in this slow and beautiful walk. As one foot crosses another, this feeling of light-headedness, exhilaration, danger, and joy increases. As this strong mixture of feelings climbs toward a never-ending peak, thoughts of anything and something, nothing and everything flood my head.'
JOLLY! I stifle a giggle (so as not to break the somberness of Trisha Brown's work) as I picture the sculptural work of Sophie Tauber-Arp's head. The head reminds me so much of how I feel now. I wonder, does anyone on the ground see my head the way I must imagine it to look now... bulb-shaped, with patches of blue, red, yellow, and gray? My nose feels flat and sharp, like the wing of an airplane.
JUPITER! Elaine summers continues to film us walking on the wall. Will our audience be able to experience this joy? Oh, it's so hard to keep my giggles and chuckles, laughs and snickers at bay. The hilarity of it all is just too much! I am a sculpture, a dancer, a performer, an artist, a Dadaist, a woman, a daughter, a mother, a sister, a walker, the air, the floor, and the ceiling all at once.