Hello ! This might be personal blog post, but it relates a lot with writing and art. Three weeks ago my grandma past away from colon cancer. After her past, it has been very hard for me to even talk at times, and this weekend we started taking out her stuff from her room and to give them away. We kept some things, and one thing that I found from her was a journal. A beautiful journal, with art, photographs, and writing. It practically described her journeys here in New York City. I really didn’t know that my grandma back then liked to travel to the city and discover her favorite places. In the journal, she described how Times square was nothing but strip clubs and bars. Reading her journal, it made me realize how important it is to just live your life, and I know when she got here, thats the first thing she did. Just like we discovered our own New York, she had hers too. Years passed by, and as she explained on her journal, she found that her favorite part of New York City was Times Square, and in that case that was her New York. The last thing she wrote on her journal was, ” By reading this, go to my Times Square and follow the same steps I did and see how beautiful it is.” I miss my grandma very much, and she was a visualizer just like me, and now walking to Times Square will be more exciting knowing I am walking my grandma’s New York.
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It was an amazing experience going to both The Center For Book Arts, and The Rubin Museum because I honestly never been to both these locations. When we went to The Center For Book Arts, the Zines were so out there. It had everything about violence, politics, women, and so on. My favorite one that I read was, “The Talking Lamb”, and it was very dirty, but interesting at the same time . A man talking to a lamb and arguing about very uncomfortable things to even write on this post. I also enjoyed the different stories of individuals that were hanged up on the wall. Some were weird, sad, fun and outstanding stories, but their story is what made them who they are today. After going around, we finally saw the process of printmaking machines. I always wanted to try printmaking, but never got the chance to. The guy that talked about it was very friendly, he showed us a poster and how you can tell that it was freshly printed but the old style. Anyway, going to the Rubin Museum wasn’t as bad, and I really enjoyed that museum. Francesco Clemente, a Italian man, but his heart in India. His paintings was a one word description, phenomenal. It described the cultures that India has, but also the differences within. In my opinion and what I saw in his paintings, India has a lot to do with symbols, and Earth. In some way the Sun means something, as well as the moon. Hunger strikes people in India, and starvation occurs everyday. The sculptors that represented the Sun was my favorite because in india is always hot, and people need to somehow get water from the river or a stream they could find. Finally, after visualizing and comprehending, i enjoyed his work. It was interesting and fun to read about each painting. At the end, it was time to go, but I enjoyed the Field trip and can’t wait for more to come! 🙂