Arts & Culture
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My perception of what it means to be human has been vehemently challenged by the onslaught of radical changes.
The Cornell Daily Sun (https://cornellsun.com/tag/column/page/2/)
My perception of what it means to be human has been vehemently challenged by the onslaught of radical changes.
The show must go on, and it’s time for me to overcome my stage fright, to become the person I need to be.
Although music and art don’t have magical healing powers (I’m the sort of person who tends to frown upon the sometimes simplistic view of art as therapy), I have often found that they unblock emotions that the grind of daily life forces me to suppress out of the necessity to function in the world.
My experience may explain why experimental filmmakers have to work with low budget and under other sub-optimal conditions — you simply don’t get much support anywhere, financial or otherwise.
I think returning to Ithaca when it’s once again safe to do so, as an alum of the school, will feel the same as loading that old New Leaf save file — like I’m living a life that’s no longer mine.
As the pandemic is ravaging the world as we know it, it’s important for us to remind ourselves of normalcy, of the beauty of life and civilization, and one of the best ways to do that is through art.
Artists have been noticing, thinking about, imagining and proposing solutions for bits and pieces of these catastrophes. Isolation gives us some time to hear them out.
Years down the line we may still remember this day. I hope the kinder gestures are what stay with us.
The things I feel, learn and notice while watching a show teach me about my own interests and biases; whether I am furious, ambivalent or in agreement with characters often illuminates my morals and politics.
I know that playing the diversity card could probably get me places, but those places may not be where I want to go.