My journey through the arts taught me a lot about myself, why I am working so hard to fulfill my dream of becoming a writer, and about the encompassing world of the arts and what it means to other people. Even though it will be a struggle, like these other inspiring people in the arts, I must keep my head up and continue to strive for my goal. These hard-working individuals have really shown me how hard I will have to work to make it in this world, but that once I do make it, the rewards are great.
Even though I have been a part of the arts for a few years now, I never really understood how much was incorporated with the arts. I never knew how much the arts was such a big part of the county of Athens, nonetheless Ohio. While working on this blog, I decided to look up statistics for how many people were doing something in the arts, and the numbers shocked me. According to the website ohiocitizensforthearts.org, in Ohio alone, we have almost 18,000 arts-related businesses and they employ about 88,000 people! With all the work that is going on to push how important the arts is to our schools, community, and world, I hope to see those numbers rise in the near future.
Those involved in the arts in Athens have such a passion for what they do, and their joy in presenting that love to other people is quite motivating and amazing. Simply going to the craft fair, I could easily tell how much the people there were proud of their pieces of art, and how much they appreciated when someone stopped to take a look, or buy something. People always ask me why I decided to major in creative writing, some even calling it a "bogus" major, and I always say the same thing, "Why did you decide to major in what you did? Because I love it and can't see myself doing anything else, and enjoying it as much." It is as simple as that, and I know those in the arts understand where I am coming from completely.
The arts have been a major influence on my life for some time now. In middle school I took art classes, mostly because I had to, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Although, I am not very good at it, and could definitely not make a living doing it, I enjoy it just for its aesthetic pleasure and relaxation. Music has also been a huge part of my life since elementary school, where I first started picking up the trumpet. I played trumpet til my senior year in high school, and even took some classes here at OU. I love music, and playing music, but still could not see myself doing that for the rest of my life. I have been writing since around middle school, but taking far greater joy in it than anything else. Ever since I started my first book for fun, I have known that this is what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I can't help but smile as I reflect on all that I have done in just this short amount of time, and that smile just gets wider as I think of all that I plan on doing in the arts in years to come. To be part of a world that so many people are already engaged in, whether working in the business or simply enjoying it for what it has to offer, that will make my whole journey and dedication to my passion worthwhile.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Quilt National
Tuesday I went to Quilt National, at the Dairy Barn. After hearing a number of people say how amazing it has always been every time it's here, I thought it would be fun to see and a great end-of-my-internship blog topic! It certainly met up to the standards everyone was giving it!
I went in with Carolyn, and couldn't believe the things that were made just by quilting. We walked around the whole barn, in complete awe that these were quilts. Some of my favorite pieces were those that completely stretched the boundaries of what I thought quilting was. A quilt, with little fish against a blue background, and what looked like buildings decorated against a colorful landscape quickly caught my eye. The most unique part about this quilt: it was three-dimensional! All the buildings had been created out of cloth and sewn on so they were standing up. The fish, too, were 3-D. It just completely blew my mind that someone could do something like this! Next to it was my other favorite piece, a skeleton, who was also 3-D. His bones were all made out of colorful fabric, and he sat on a chair, with his mouth wide open.
All of the quilts were unique, some with very interesting patterns or designs on them, some created to show a larger picture from smaller ones, and some were of people. I enjoyed one that I had seen on the website before, a pirate ship with a woman in a beautiful gown in the sea. It reminded me of Pirates of the Caribbean and I stood there looking at the intricate details and sewing. I know that all of them were partially if not completely sewn by a machine, but it still swept me away at how people could come up with the ideas, especially for a quilt.
The arts in Athens just kept surprising me more and more throughout my journey. Quilt National especially portrayed how much the arts is incorporated into the county, and even nationally and internationally. The fact that Athens County would host such a widespread show like Quilt National only stresses the importance of art to this town. Seeing all the fantastic pieces of work done by so many people really made me understand and appreciate all the endless possibilities that the arts has.
I went in with Carolyn, and couldn't believe the things that were made just by quilting. We walked around the whole barn, in complete awe that these were quilts. Some of my favorite pieces were those that completely stretched the boundaries of what I thought quilting was. A quilt, with little fish against a blue background, and what looked like buildings decorated against a colorful landscape quickly caught my eye. The most unique part about this quilt: it was three-dimensional! All the buildings had been created out of cloth and sewn on so they were standing up. The fish, too, were 3-D. It just completely blew my mind that someone could do something like this! Next to it was my other favorite piece, a skeleton, who was also 3-D. His bones were all made out of colorful fabric, and he sat on a chair, with his mouth wide open.
All of the quilts were unique, some with very interesting patterns or designs on them, some created to show a larger picture from smaller ones, and some were of people. I enjoyed one that I had seen on the website before, a pirate ship with a woman in a beautiful gown in the sea. It reminded me of Pirates of the Caribbean and I stood there looking at the intricate details and sewing. I know that all of them were partially if not completely sewn by a machine, but it still swept me away at how people could come up with the ideas, especially for a quilt.
The arts in Athens just kept surprising me more and more throughout my journey. Quilt National especially portrayed how much the arts is incorporated into the county, and even nationally and internationally. The fact that Athens County would host such a widespread show like Quilt National only stresses the importance of art to this town. Seeing all the fantastic pieces of work done by so many people really made me understand and appreciate all the endless possibilities that the arts has.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Tempest
So I had read Shakespeare's play Winter Quarter in one of my classes, and I really enjoyed it. When I saw that Ohio University was putting on a production of The Tempest I decided what better way would I combine entertainment with an idea for another blog? I enjoyed it for the most part, but the English Major in me was a bit disappointed with how it didn't fit the actual play. It was interesting to say the least.
It certainly was different than the actual play. Costumes were elaborate and colorful, some of the characters talked with accents, and lighting and props were amazing. The characters had a completely different spin on them: Prospero, the man who lives on the island and works his magic, seemed more of a crazy witch-doctor mixed with the Mad Hatter with long gray hair and a decorative lab coat with red tie and top hat. Ariel, his mischief making nymph, was completely redone with artistic license for the play: she had a light and dark side which was played by two different people and was dressed in what looked like under-armor with fringe. They also changed the usurping brother of Prospero from "Antonio," to a usurping sister named, "Antonia." The group of nobles and the King of Milan were all dressed like they were secret agents: sunglasses and all black suits. The acting was very well done, and what pleased me the most was how enthusiastic they were about performing.
Although much of the play was redone and extremely modernized, it was still performed well. The music that played in the backgrounds of scenes was appropriate for the events during that scene, and the effects added some comedy into the play as well. My favorite scene would have to be the very beginning of the play. Prospero, who had been sitting in the audience, started asking why the play was not starting, and then walked on stage. There before him dropped down a suit, hat, tie, and umbrella (his magic staff). He put these on and began testing out his new magical powers, which led to the creation of the storm which causes the little boat to land near his island. I liked how the boat was actually played by a person: a woman dressed in white fringe (representing foam from the sea) and a hat that looked like an iceberg, all white, and a little boat figure on top. She danced in place on stage, turning her head this way and that, to which the boatsmen on stage would fall to one side or the other.
The play was very well done, and creative. Although it was not what I had originally expected it to be, it was still good. As far as an aspect of the arts goes, the play very much incorporated a lot of the different elements of the arts. There was some dancing, a lot of music either instrumental or vocal, and of course acting. To see such variety in a play impressed me and I thought it was more enjoyable. I had never seen a play by Shakespeare performed live before, and to see one that was modernized and so creative I think was more accessable to me, because I could apply things that were going on today to the play.
As an English Major, I think that I came into the play expecting this grandiose performance of the Bard's work, line for line, everything the way it was in the text, and that sort of made me skeptical. But after a while, I started looking at the artistic side of the performance. I really did enjoy the play, despite the differences between the play and the performance, and I learned a lot about how every person sees something different, whether it is a putting on a play written by someone else, or music, or paintings. Every aspect of the arts can be changed and molded into what the person thinks best fits the times or the best way to get a specific message out. This production, with its artistic creativity and changes only added to how the people wanted the audience to perceive the play: applying the text to modern times, and to help them understand it better. That is the beauty of art, that it can be transformed and taken so many different ways. There is no right or wrong.
It certainly was different than the actual play. Costumes were elaborate and colorful, some of the characters talked with accents, and lighting and props were amazing. The characters had a completely different spin on them: Prospero, the man who lives on the island and works his magic, seemed more of a crazy witch-doctor mixed with the Mad Hatter with long gray hair and a decorative lab coat with red tie and top hat. Ariel, his mischief making nymph, was completely redone with artistic license for the play: she had a light and dark side which was played by two different people and was dressed in what looked like under-armor with fringe. They also changed the usurping brother of Prospero from "Antonio," to a usurping sister named, "Antonia." The group of nobles and the King of Milan were all dressed like they were secret agents: sunglasses and all black suits. The acting was very well done, and what pleased me the most was how enthusiastic they were about performing.
Although much of the play was redone and extremely modernized, it was still performed well. The music that played in the backgrounds of scenes was appropriate for the events during that scene, and the effects added some comedy into the play as well. My favorite scene would have to be the very beginning of the play. Prospero, who had been sitting in the audience, started asking why the play was not starting, and then walked on stage. There before him dropped down a suit, hat, tie, and umbrella (his magic staff). He put these on and began testing out his new magical powers, which led to the creation of the storm which causes the little boat to land near his island. I liked how the boat was actually played by a person: a woman dressed in white fringe (representing foam from the sea) and a hat that looked like an iceberg, all white, and a little boat figure on top. She danced in place on stage, turning her head this way and that, to which the boatsmen on stage would fall to one side or the other.
The play was very well done, and creative. Although it was not what I had originally expected it to be, it was still good. As far as an aspect of the arts goes, the play very much incorporated a lot of the different elements of the arts. There was some dancing, a lot of music either instrumental or vocal, and of course acting. To see such variety in a play impressed me and I thought it was more enjoyable. I had never seen a play by Shakespeare performed live before, and to see one that was modernized and so creative I think was more accessable to me, because I could apply things that were going on today to the play.
As an English Major, I think that I came into the play expecting this grandiose performance of the Bard's work, line for line, everything the way it was in the text, and that sort of made me skeptical. But after a while, I started looking at the artistic side of the performance. I really did enjoy the play, despite the differences between the play and the performance, and I learned a lot about how every person sees something different, whether it is a putting on a play written by someone else, or music, or paintings. Every aspect of the arts can be changed and molded into what the person thinks best fits the times or the best way to get a specific message out. This production, with its artistic creativity and changes only added to how the people wanted the audience to perceive the play: applying the text to modern times, and to help them understand it better. That is the beauty of art, that it can be transformed and taken so many different ways. There is no right or wrong.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
GREASE
Everyone knows the classic movie starring John Travolta and Olivia-Newton John, but did you know there was a Broadway production of Grease? No, I didn't go to see the actual performance on Broadway, but I did see one of Athens local high schools perform the musical. Alexander High School did an outstanding job with their performances, and it looked just like I'd landed in the fifties!
My room mate Jen and her boyfriend Ryan had been helping out with the musical for a number of weeks, and were very excited when showtime finally arrived. After dealing with all the stress of helping a group of high school students sing, a car accident that sent two of the students to a hospital in Columbus, and the pressure of making sure everyone sounded great, they were relieved to get the play over with. We all went Saturday night to watch the play: Jen, Ryan, my other room mate Rachel, and myself. After getting tickets and waiting to be seated, we finally got a spot in the middle of the Cafetorium, the lights started to dim, and the curtain opened. A small band (guitar, saxophone, trombone and piano) played near the right hand side of the floor, cueing everyone. Students dressed in 1950's attire started walking down the rows and onto the stage singing "Alma Mater ". A girl dressed up to play a teacher (Ms. Lynch) with glasses, ruler in hand, and hair pulled tight in a bun stood on stage next to the cheerleader in a yellow dress (Patty), curly ponytail, and smiling from ear to ear. A small boy in plaid shorts with suspenders (Eugene), a button down tan shirt, and round glasses (I swear there was tape on the bridge piece) was with them. Eugene and the car were my favorite characters in the whole musical!
The entire performance was spectacular! Props were colorful and the costumes were outstanding! The Pink Ladies had shiny jackets with the name on the back, and the T-Birds had leather jackets and slicked back, greasy hair. Even the Teen Angel that comes down to sing to Frenchy when she drops out of beauty school was dressed for the period: he wore an Elvis Presley suit, with a poofy hairdo just like the King! (I think it was made out of duct tape!) Greased Lightning, the car was actually played by somebody. They had what looked like a platform on wheels, and they put cardboard around it to make it look like a car: headlights, rust marks, and bumpers were painted on it. One of the kids was underneath the platform and moved the car with his hands and feet. It was the most hilarious thing ever, but extremely creative! The only difficult part with the car was that it would get stuck on the curtain, or the wheels would lock up, making it unable to move.
Choreography was amazing! All the kids learned how to dance, and the prom scene was a huge success. The girls were being tossed in the air, doing cartwheels, and the hand-jive went off without a hitch! The performers were very impressive with all the songs they had memorized and dance moves they learned. All the kids had characters that were appropriate for them: Sandy was very quiet and shy, but boy could she sing! Danny was the tough, leader of the pack. Frenchy was very bubbly and outgoing. Rizzo definitely had the attitude, and Kenickie was her male counterpart.
When the curtains closed, the whole audience clapped and cheered. It certainly was a spectacular performance and the kids sure looked like they enjoyed it too. When I was in high school, I never did anything like the drama club because I knew how scared and incredibly nervous I would be when I got up on stage. Seeing all those young adults, some who had never sung for an audience before, just blew me away and I think everyone else was impressed too. Knowing how much time was put into this performance, how much patience was required to get the students to the level they needed to be at, and how much energy and enthusiasm they brought with them when they sang and dance, impressed me even more because they looked very professional and confident. I could tell how much they enjoyed what they were doing, and how much they appreciated everyone going to see them. The students of Alexander High School definitely made Grease the word!
My room mate Jen and her boyfriend Ryan had been helping out with the musical for a number of weeks, and were very excited when showtime finally arrived. After dealing with all the stress of helping a group of high school students sing, a car accident that sent two of the students to a hospital in Columbus, and the pressure of making sure everyone sounded great, they were relieved to get the play over with. We all went Saturday night to watch the play: Jen, Ryan, my other room mate Rachel, and myself. After getting tickets and waiting to be seated, we finally got a spot in the middle of the Cafetorium, the lights started to dim, and the curtain opened. A small band (guitar, saxophone, trombone and piano) played near the right hand side of the floor, cueing everyone. Students dressed in 1950's attire started walking down the rows and onto the stage singing "Alma Mater ". A girl dressed up to play a teacher (Ms. Lynch) with glasses, ruler in hand, and hair pulled tight in a bun stood on stage next to the cheerleader in a yellow dress (Patty), curly ponytail, and smiling from ear to ear. A small boy in plaid shorts with suspenders (Eugene), a button down tan shirt, and round glasses (I swear there was tape on the bridge piece) was with them. Eugene and the car were my favorite characters in the whole musical!
The entire performance was spectacular! Props were colorful and the costumes were outstanding! The Pink Ladies had shiny jackets with the name on the back, and the T-Birds had leather jackets and slicked back, greasy hair. Even the Teen Angel that comes down to sing to Frenchy when she drops out of beauty school was dressed for the period: he wore an Elvis Presley suit, with a poofy hairdo just like the King! (I think it was made out of duct tape!) Greased Lightning, the car was actually played by somebody. They had what looked like a platform on wheels, and they put cardboard around it to make it look like a car: headlights, rust marks, and bumpers were painted on it. One of the kids was underneath the platform and moved the car with his hands and feet. It was the most hilarious thing ever, but extremely creative! The only difficult part with the car was that it would get stuck on the curtain, or the wheels would lock up, making it unable to move.
Choreography was amazing! All the kids learned how to dance, and the prom scene was a huge success. The girls were being tossed in the air, doing cartwheels, and the hand-jive went off without a hitch! The performers were very impressive with all the songs they had memorized and dance moves they learned. All the kids had characters that were appropriate for them: Sandy was very quiet and shy, but boy could she sing! Danny was the tough, leader of the pack. Frenchy was very bubbly and outgoing. Rizzo definitely had the attitude, and Kenickie was her male counterpart.
When the curtains closed, the whole audience clapped and cheered. It certainly was a spectacular performance and the kids sure looked like they enjoyed it too. When I was in high school, I never did anything like the drama club because I knew how scared and incredibly nervous I would be when I got up on stage. Seeing all those young adults, some who had never sung for an audience before, just blew me away and I think everyone else was impressed too. Knowing how much time was put into this performance, how much patience was required to get the students to the level they needed to be at, and how much energy and enthusiasm they brought with them when they sang and dance, impressed me even more because they looked very professional and confident. I could tell how much they enjoyed what they were doing, and how much they appreciated everyone going to see them. The students of Alexander High School definitely made Grease the word!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Mom's Weekend...without a Mom!
When Mom's Weekend arrives in Athens, OH, and your mother can't come down, what is there for a girl to do? Well, you enjoy all the events that moms and daughters can do, with your best friend! That is just what I did and it was a weekend I'll never forget!
To start my weekend, on Friday, Carolyn and I decided to go to the Dairy Barn and see all the beautiful art they had displayed for sale, since neither of us had been there before. We hiked all the way down Courtyard Apartment's hill, by the Ridges, and to the Barn. We were welcomed by an elderly lady who asked if we wanted to buy a raffle ticket to win one of the prizes in front of us. I looked in that direction, and the first thing that caught my eye was a gigantic cow painted in all sorts of colors with pennies attached in places. "We could get the cow and put it in our apartment next year Carolyn!" I asked her, smiling. The lady then told me that it wasn't for sale, but the other things around it were. We decided to go take a look.
I couldn't believe how many different collections of crafts there were: bags, pottery, paintings, baby clothes, t-shirts, jewelry, stained glass, even fancy dips and desserts. We walked along the whole barn, taking in how artistic people were from this area. One of my favorite displays was a collection of bags, all sorts of sizes and designs and colors. They had little pins on them, matching the style of the bag. My absolute favorite bag was one that had flip-flops all over, and a cute silver sandal pin on the front. The other favorite display, both for Carolyn and myself, was the one that you could eat! Incredible dips for bread, vegetables, cookies, anything you want were set out on a table for you to take samples! (Ever since I was a little kid I loved sampling free food!) Carolyn and I went down the table, sampling the dips with pretzals, pieces of bread, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Finally giving in, Carolyn bought a packet of White Chocolate Raspberry mix for her mother. I was afraid if I did buy one of them, they wouldn't even make it home! On our way out, we passed by the next best thing. The people working the event had more food for us to eat, and it looked delicious: little finger sandwiches, strawberries and cream puffs, bruschetta, and iced tea were set out on a table, with other assortments of hors d'ouvres. We grabbed ourselves a napkin and piled on some of the delicious goodies before heading back home.
That night I went to AZA with my friends Jen and Megan, knowing I would be in for a treat! I had been to this event last year, and decided I would go again, see if there was something else I could get out of it besides entertainment. This second time was much better than last year's performances, and I greatly appreciated it for the cultural diversity, the outstanding talents these people had, and especially the ways it represented the arts in so many different fashions.
AZA is an amazing performance of music and dance from the African culture. Directed by Paschal Yao Youngue and his wife, Zelma Badu-Youngue, the event definitely attracts a crowd. Memorial Auditorium was packed with students and families. I took my seat in the balcony, and waited for the show to start. As soon as the lights dimmed, and the curtains opened to reveal students and Paschal clothed in gorgeous robes from Africa, sitting with drums in their laps, the whole crowd cheered and broke out into applause.
The two hour performance was full of elaborate costumes, lively dancing depicting different aspects of their heritage such as courtship, hunting, celebrations and religious rituals, drumming and singing. The WVU Women's choir was there, drumming was performed by Azaguno and the dancing was done by the Ohio University African Ensemble. There were also a bunch of kids who danced on stage during one of the songs. To see them get out there and dance their little hearts out, without being nervous or scared was extremely inspiring. I leaned next to my friend telling her I don't think I could ever do something like that!
My favorite part of the performance would have to be when "Gue-Pelou" came on stage at the last song, on stilts and wearing this incredible costume. Known as "the tall mask" he serves as the mediator between the world of those living and the spirtual world of those who have passed. He looked like a scarecrow almost, with straw hands, this black cover over his face, and bright colors for his shirt and pants. He started dancing on stage with these hugs stilts, getting on the ground and even break-dancing! The crowd went wild watching this character dance and jump.
Saturday night I went with Carolyn to Ping Center for some dance lessons. Yes, I said dance lessons. Hard to believe seeing as I have little cooridination, and with the two of us dancing together, something is bound to go wrong! The class was run by Autumn Hutton from Belle Aimee dance studio in Parkersburg, WV. When she asked people to come up on the floor, nobody jumped out of their seats, and neither did I. Carolyn got up and pulled on my arm telling me this is why we came in the first place. "But nobody else is up there yet, when someone else goes up there, then I will," I insisted. Just as those words came out of my mouth, some members of the staff were standing on the wooden floor. Carolyn just smiled at me. "Now there's people up there, come on." I followed her to the floor and made sure we stood in the back, hoping we wouldn't be seen.
To start my weekend, on Friday, Carolyn and I decided to go to the Dairy Barn and see all the beautiful art they had displayed for sale, since neither of us had been there before. We hiked all the way down Courtyard Apartment's hill, by the Ridges, and to the Barn. We were welcomed by an elderly lady who asked if we wanted to buy a raffle ticket to win one of the prizes in front of us. I looked in that direction, and the first thing that caught my eye was a gigantic cow painted in all sorts of colors with pennies attached in places. "We could get the cow and put it in our apartment next year Carolyn!" I asked her, smiling. The lady then told me that it wasn't for sale, but the other things around it were. We decided to go take a look.
I couldn't believe how many different collections of crafts there were: bags, pottery, paintings, baby clothes, t-shirts, jewelry, stained glass, even fancy dips and desserts. We walked along the whole barn, taking in how artistic people were from this area. One of my favorite displays was a collection of bags, all sorts of sizes and designs and colors. They had little pins on them, matching the style of the bag. My absolute favorite bag was one that had flip-flops all over, and a cute silver sandal pin on the front. The other favorite display, both for Carolyn and myself, was the one that you could eat! Incredible dips for bread, vegetables, cookies, anything you want were set out on a table for you to take samples! (Ever since I was a little kid I loved sampling free food!) Carolyn and I went down the table, sampling the dips with pretzals, pieces of bread, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Finally giving in, Carolyn bought a packet of White Chocolate Raspberry mix for her mother. I was afraid if I did buy one of them, they wouldn't even make it home! On our way out, we passed by the next best thing. The people working the event had more food for us to eat, and it looked delicious: little finger sandwiches, strawberries and cream puffs, bruschetta, and iced tea were set out on a table, with other assortments of hors d'ouvres. We grabbed ourselves a napkin and piled on some of the delicious goodies before heading back home.
That night I went to AZA with my friends Jen and Megan, knowing I would be in for a treat! I had been to this event last year, and decided I would go again, see if there was something else I could get out of it besides entertainment. This second time was much better than last year's performances, and I greatly appreciated it for the cultural diversity, the outstanding talents these people had, and especially the ways it represented the arts in so many different fashions.
AZA is an amazing performance of music and dance from the African culture. Directed by Paschal Yao Youngue and his wife, Zelma Badu-Youngue, the event definitely attracts a crowd. Memorial Auditorium was packed with students and families. I took my seat in the balcony, and waited for the show to start. As soon as the lights dimmed, and the curtains opened to reveal students and Paschal clothed in gorgeous robes from Africa, sitting with drums in their laps, the whole crowd cheered and broke out into applause.
The two hour performance was full of elaborate costumes, lively dancing depicting different aspects of their heritage such as courtship, hunting, celebrations and religious rituals, drumming and singing. The WVU Women's choir was there, drumming was performed by Azaguno and the dancing was done by the Ohio University African Ensemble. There were also a bunch of kids who danced on stage during one of the songs. To see them get out there and dance their little hearts out, without being nervous or scared was extremely inspiring. I leaned next to my friend telling her I don't think I could ever do something like that!
My favorite part of the performance would have to be when "Gue-Pelou" came on stage at the last song, on stilts and wearing this incredible costume. Known as "the tall mask" he serves as the mediator between the world of those living and the spirtual world of those who have passed. He looked like a scarecrow almost, with straw hands, this black cover over his face, and bright colors for his shirt and pants. He started dancing on stage with these hugs stilts, getting on the ground and even break-dancing! The crowd went wild watching this character dance and jump.
Saturday night I went with Carolyn to Ping Center for some dance lessons. Yes, I said dance lessons. Hard to believe seeing as I have little cooridination, and with the two of us dancing together, something is bound to go wrong! The class was run by Autumn Hutton from Belle Aimee dance studio in Parkersburg, WV. When she asked people to come up on the floor, nobody jumped out of their seats, and neither did I. Carolyn got up and pulled on my arm telling me this is why we came in the first place. "But nobody else is up there yet, when someone else goes up there, then I will," I insisted. Just as those words came out of my mouth, some members of the staff were standing on the wooden floor. Carolyn just smiled at me. "Now there's people up there, come on." I followed her to the floor and made sure we stood in the back, hoping we wouldn't be seen.
She started off with some simple steps: to the left, to the right, forward, back. I felt confident enough that I could get the hang of it. First she taught us some moves in swing dancing: the basic right, left, rock step. Then we used that basic step to learn how to do a turn. Carolyn was playing the role of the guy, so I got to do the turn and all she had to do was dance in place. Even that we messed up! You would think by now the left and right would be easily distinguishable, even for dancing! After that we switched it up a little, and I played the role of the guy. It was a lot harder than it looked, again with confusing the left from the right. We danced to "Footloose", but since the song was in a 4/4 beat, and we were dancing in 3/4 we decided to move a little faster than the instructor, to stay in the same pattern as the song. Wow, what a work out!
Then we moved onto some merengue dancing. This followed a slightly easier pattern, all I had to do was follow Carolyn's lead. We moved backwards, forwards, in a circle, whenever she stuck out her arm, I simply twirled. While she was spinning me in a circle, I grew a little dizzy, got too close to her, and wham! We hit each other right in the head. The whole room started spinning as I grabbed my head in immense pain, she just started laughing at me, looking around to see if anyone else saw that. We continued dancing, as if nothing had happened, but my head was still aching all over. I knew I had a huge red mark on my forehead, if not a bump. After embarassing myself, yet satisfying my desire to dance, we went back to the table to finish our snacks, and let our heads get better. All I could do was try and play it off like I did not have a huge knot on my head, even though I definitely felt one. I knew something like this would happen, both of us are extremely clumsy, and very accident prone. Next time, remember a helmet.
The weekend proved to be full of great cultural experiences as well as seeing more of what the arts has to offer. The craft show, seeing everyone else's works of art, all the time they put into every single piece, seeing how proud they are of their work and the enjoyment they get out of displaying it to the public and making other people's lives just as diverse and bright with their work is indescribable. They are very proud of what they do, and show a sincere enjoyment in giving art to the public. It made me hope that whenever I eventually write my great best-selling novel that people will enjoy it as much and that they will see how much passion I have for my writing. AZA provided a rich experience in culture and how art can express emotion, history, religion, a way of life. The dancing, singing and music which expressed love in courtship,worshipping and praise, even the celebration of a warrior, helped to create a unique understanding of their history and how much pride they take in expressing this heritage. The directors of the show, who also took part in the performances, I could tell really loved what they do, and took such enjoyment whether it was dancing or playing on the drums. The dance class, something I have always wanted to do but never had the opportunity for, made me realize quickly that it was a lot of hard work, but everyone can be taught how to dance, even if you are extremely clumsy like me! The patience it takes to teach someone how to dance is immense and even for the students, the coordination it requires and focus is incredible! I enjoyed it immensely wishing that I could learn more, but it was definitely a harder workout than I originally thought. By the end of it my arms, and legs were sore, but with those aches I had a deeper appreciation for ballroom dancing.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Gianni Schicchi
For my next, new experience in the arts, I decided to take a completely opposite direction than pottery making. I decided to go to the Opera, Gianni Schicchi, being performed by students from Ohio University. Knowing quite a number of people in the opera itself, and playing in the orchestra, I figured it was a good way to support my friends and write another blog about Arts in Athens!
I was put to ease by my friend Rachel when she told me the opera was short, very comical, and in English! It even projected subtitles onto a screen above the singers if I got completely lost! I tried to remember if I had even seen an opera before, and I asked her if Cinderella in Italian counted, but she said that it didn't. This would be the first time I would see an opera live, and it was even better that I knew some of the people in it.
Sitting down in Memorial Auditorium with my friends, I waited while the voice recording went through all the rules: turn off all electronic devices, exits to the back and sides, no video taping the performance, etc. I loved how I could recite the announcement almost word for word after seeing so many concerts here! The lights dimmed, and it was show time!
The curtains opened up to show a large, four-post bed in the middle of the stage. An old man, presumably dead, lie covered in the middle of it. Men and women all arrayed in gorgeous outfits, exemplifying the time period well, stood and sat around the bed, crying and wiping their eyes. I thought this was supposed to be funny! Eventually it did turn quite comical, the audience enjoying every moment of it (my friends and I sometimes laughing at the loud and boisterous guffaws we could hear from the audience members). A rich old man, Buoso Donati had died and the mourning family members were less concerned about the death than with the will he had left and seeing who inherited what. A fight ensued as they found out that he had left them nothing, but gave all his money to the friars. The family members, desperate to change their luck, devised a plan to revise the will and make it say what they wanted it to say. With the help of sly Gianni Schicchi, the death of old Donati is reenacted, and the will is rewritten, but Schicchi also edits it (he's so sneaky) so that he gets everything in the will!
While the family members argue and bicker, a love story is also woven throughout the opera. The daughter of Gianni Schicchi and Buoso Donati's nephew are completely head over heels in love with each other, and even though they do not appear much in the opera their connection plays a big role. They eventually attain the mansion at the end of the performance and unite the families together for a short time!
Katie McGonagle, who played Lauretta, allowed me to ask her a few questions as to why she performed in the opera, and why she does vocal performances period. She told me that she "felt most satisfied when learning about things that were generally artistic. From a young age she found that one of her best attributes was her creativity and love of expression through music." Finding some discouragement in her children's choir director and even her high school director, that never persuaded her enough to give up. It wasn't until a student teacher told her that she was good enough to sing in college, and that was all the encouragement Katie needed. Katie's ultimate goal is to sing in front of people on stage and feel the satisfaction of knowing she has completed all of her singing goals, and she is well on her way to doing so!
I also talked to Andi Schwalberg who feels the same passion for singing and music as Katie did. She explained that she couldn't see herself doing anything else, and to share that talent and gift with others is her joy in life. She draws her motivation to keep going from the "beauty of music" and its "spiritual, even healing powers." Also finding discouragement when it came to music, her mother would tell her she would never make it as a music major. But that drive to prove her mother wrong is what keeps Andi going!
When asked what sort of inspirational tips they had for people in the arts, they both encouraged not giving up, that you have to stick with it through good times and bad, for the self-fulfillment and complete gratification that is rewarded. With as much passion as these two ladies hold for the arts, just made me realize how much I can agree with them, how much I can associate myself to them. Even though I have a completely different aspect of the arts in my heart, that passion is what keeps me going, and drives me to work hard every day.
After watching the opera, and seeing how much the performers love what they do, how much passion is exemplified through their singing and actions, made me appreciate what they do and the beauty that springs forth from their love of the arts. The power they evoke when they sing, the chills you get down your spine, the ultimate love for music that they show with every note is completely amazing. This experience not only made me appreciate music that much more, but also reminded me why I am a member of the arts: to make others experience the joy I feel when I write, to leave others with a sense of passion that is as strong as I feel.
I was put to ease by my friend Rachel when she told me the opera was short, very comical, and in English! It even projected subtitles onto a screen above the singers if I got completely lost! I tried to remember if I had even seen an opera before, and I asked her if Cinderella in Italian counted, but she said that it didn't. This would be the first time I would see an opera live, and it was even better that I knew some of the people in it.
Sitting down in Memorial Auditorium with my friends, I waited while the voice recording went through all the rules: turn off all electronic devices, exits to the back and sides, no video taping the performance, etc. I loved how I could recite the announcement almost word for word after seeing so many concerts here! The lights dimmed, and it was show time!
The curtains opened up to show a large, four-post bed in the middle of the stage. An old man, presumably dead, lie covered in the middle of it. Men and women all arrayed in gorgeous outfits, exemplifying the time period well, stood and sat around the bed, crying and wiping their eyes. I thought this was supposed to be funny! Eventually it did turn quite comical, the audience enjoying every moment of it (my friends and I sometimes laughing at the loud and boisterous guffaws we could hear from the audience members). A rich old man, Buoso Donati had died and the mourning family members were less concerned about the death than with the will he had left and seeing who inherited what. A fight ensued as they found out that he had left them nothing, but gave all his money to the friars. The family members, desperate to change their luck, devised a plan to revise the will and make it say what they wanted it to say. With the help of sly Gianni Schicchi, the death of old Donati is reenacted, and the will is rewritten, but Schicchi also edits it (he's so sneaky) so that he gets everything in the will!
While the family members argue and bicker, a love story is also woven throughout the opera. The daughter of Gianni Schicchi and Buoso Donati's nephew are completely head over heels in love with each other, and even though they do not appear much in the opera their connection plays a big role. They eventually attain the mansion at the end of the performance and unite the families together for a short time!
Katie McGonagle, who played Lauretta, allowed me to ask her a few questions as to why she performed in the opera, and why she does vocal performances period. She told me that she "felt most satisfied when learning about things that were generally artistic. From a young age she found that one of her best attributes was her creativity and love of expression through music." Finding some discouragement in her children's choir director and even her high school director, that never persuaded her enough to give up. It wasn't until a student teacher told her that she was good enough to sing in college, and that was all the encouragement Katie needed. Katie's ultimate goal is to sing in front of people on stage and feel the satisfaction of knowing she has completed all of her singing goals, and she is well on her way to doing so!
I also talked to Andi Schwalberg who feels the same passion for singing and music as Katie did. She explained that she couldn't see herself doing anything else, and to share that talent and gift with others is her joy in life. She draws her motivation to keep going from the "beauty of music" and its "spiritual, even healing powers." Also finding discouragement when it came to music, her mother would tell her she would never make it as a music major. But that drive to prove her mother wrong is what keeps Andi going!
When asked what sort of inspirational tips they had for people in the arts, they both encouraged not giving up, that you have to stick with it through good times and bad, for the self-fulfillment and complete gratification that is rewarded. With as much passion as these two ladies hold for the arts, just made me realize how much I can agree with them, how much I can associate myself to them. Even though I have a completely different aspect of the arts in my heart, that passion is what keeps me going, and drives me to work hard every day.
After watching the opera, and seeing how much the performers love what they do, how much passion is exemplified through their singing and actions, made me appreciate what they do and the beauty that springs forth from their love of the arts. The power they evoke when they sing, the chills you get down your spine, the ultimate love for music that they show with every note is completely amazing. This experience not only made me appreciate music that much more, but also reminded me why I am a member of the arts: to make others experience the joy I feel when I write, to leave others with a sense of passion that is as strong as I feel.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Pottery Class
Having never done anything in the Arts, besides band in Elementary, Middle and High School, and a little in college, when I was presented with the assignment to discover more elements of the arts around Athens County, I was excited. But where to begin?
I searched the World Wide Web for some ideas, and asked the director of the Athens County Convention and Visitor's Bureau (where I am currently interning) for some suggestions. The first thing she mentioned was going to Nelsonville Pottery. So, I called them and decided I would take one of their classes. She advised me to cut my nails and wear old clothes that I didn't mind getting a little dirty. Wait! I have to cut my nails?! I never cut my nails! Taking a pair of nail clippers to my long fingers, I cringed as I watched them get shorter and shorter. Then came the hard part of finding a pair of clothes I wouldn't mind getting dirty. Rummaging through my dresser, I found a pair of basketball pants and an old t-shirt. Perfect! My friend Carolyn came to get me at seven, then we were on the way to our first pottery class!
The shop was beautiful. Hand crafted jewelry, pots, plates, in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes, from all over the area adorned the walls. I walked in and met Margaret, telling her how beautiful the store was. She led me in the back where she explained what we would be doing today: throwing pottery. At first I thought this was supposed to be taken literally, but when I asked her what it really meant, she explained that it was where you spin clay on a wheel and shape and form it into a bowl, pot, pitcher, any sort of shape you desire.
She first taught me how to knead the clay, making sure that no air bubbles were present, or else that would ruin the clay. She made it look a lot easier than it was, and I thought for sure I would be getting some definition in my arm muscles by the time I was done! Then, taking one of the balls of clay, she sat down on the wheel, and demonstrated what I would do next. When I attempted to do what she had just done, it didn't look quite the same as her pot.
First, I slammed the clay ball onto the wheel, making sure it stuck. Then, rotating the wheel at a fast pace, I began to shape the clay ball into a half a grapefruit, making sure the sides were all even, had no bumps or deformities, with the help of Margaret of course. After that, came forming a hole in the clay, and pulling out the edges. Well, it's starting to look like something now! Then I flattened out the bottom, and proceeded to raise the walls of the pot slowly. She stressed the importance of doing everything slowly, and keeping the clay wet to help form it better. Raising the walls was the hardest part: I had to take the sponge in one hand, and my fore-finger on my other hand was inside the pot. From there, I gently raised both hands together along the edge, slowly making the walls higher. This was the hardest part, mostly because I kept going faster than I should have, and because I couldn't keep my hands steady enough. But, after some help and patience, it started to look more like a pot than a gray blob of clay. Rounding off the rim of the pot, cutting away the excess at the base, and pulling the pot away from the wheel, I beamed at how much my pot actually looked like a pot!
The experience was one which I will always hold as unique and special for the fact that it made me appreciate this part of the arts a whole lot more. Nelsonville holds their arts as so important to the community, and it was certainly evident in the displays around the shop, and in the people that ran it. I could get a better understanding of why these people did what they did, and why they enjoyed it so much. They held such a passion for their work, and wanted other people to enjoy it just as much as they did. I talked to Jennifer, the owner of Nelsonville Pottery, and she gave me a better insight as to why she took on this job, and why she loved it so much. Doing pottery for nine years, and running the business for six, she explained to me that she is inspired by the people and other artwork around her. She also said that her favorite part of the job is, "seeing people enjoy the creativity of myself, family and friends." I could certainly tell that she had a sincere passion for what she did, just as much as I had a passion for playing trumpet when I was in school.
The art of pottery making had never struck me as something I would do for fun, and had I not been given this assignment, I probably would have never thought to try it out, but I am certainly glad I did have the experience, and will take away a new sense of appreciation for these hardworking people and the magnificent pieces of work they bring to Athens County.
I searched the World Wide Web for some ideas, and asked the director of the Athens County Convention and Visitor's Bureau (where I am currently interning) for some suggestions. The first thing she mentioned was going to Nelsonville Pottery. So, I called them and decided I would take one of their classes. She advised me to cut my nails and wear old clothes that I didn't mind getting a little dirty. Wait! I have to cut my nails?! I never cut my nails! Taking a pair of nail clippers to my long fingers, I cringed as I watched them get shorter and shorter. Then came the hard part of finding a pair of clothes I wouldn't mind getting dirty. Rummaging through my dresser, I found a pair of basketball pants and an old t-shirt. Perfect! My friend Carolyn came to get me at seven, then we were on the way to our first pottery class!
The shop was beautiful. Hand crafted jewelry, pots, plates, in a variety of colors, shapes and sizes, from all over the area adorned the walls. I walked in and met Margaret, telling her how beautiful the store was. She led me in the back where she explained what we would be doing today: throwing pottery. At first I thought this was supposed to be taken literally, but when I asked her what it really meant, she explained that it was where you spin clay on a wheel and shape and form it into a bowl, pot, pitcher, any sort of shape you desire.
She first taught me how to knead the clay, making sure that no air bubbles were present, or else that would ruin the clay. She made it look a lot easier than it was, and I thought for sure I would be getting some definition in my arm muscles by the time I was done! Then, taking one of the balls of clay, she sat down on the wheel, and demonstrated what I would do next. When I attempted to do what she had just done, it didn't look quite the same as her pot.
First, I slammed the clay ball onto the wheel, making sure it stuck. Then, rotating the wheel at a fast pace, I began to shape the clay ball into a half a grapefruit, making sure the sides were all even, had no bumps or deformities, with the help of Margaret of course. After that, came forming a hole in the clay, and pulling out the edges. Well, it's starting to look like something now! Then I flattened out the bottom, and proceeded to raise the walls of the pot slowly. She stressed the importance of doing everything slowly, and keeping the clay wet to help form it better. Raising the walls was the hardest part: I had to take the sponge in one hand, and my fore-finger on my other hand was inside the pot. From there, I gently raised both hands together along the edge, slowly making the walls higher. This was the hardest part, mostly because I kept going faster than I should have, and because I couldn't keep my hands steady enough. But, after some help and patience, it started to look more like a pot than a gray blob of clay. Rounding off the rim of the pot, cutting away the excess at the base, and pulling the pot away from the wheel, I beamed at how much my pot actually looked like a pot!
The experience was one which I will always hold as unique and special for the fact that it made me appreciate this part of the arts a whole lot more. Nelsonville holds their arts as so important to the community, and it was certainly evident in the displays around the shop, and in the people that ran it. I could get a better understanding of why these people did what they did, and why they enjoyed it so much. They held such a passion for their work, and wanted other people to enjoy it just as much as they did. I talked to Jennifer, the owner of Nelsonville Pottery, and she gave me a better insight as to why she took on this job, and why she loved it so much. Doing pottery for nine years, and running the business for six, she explained to me that she is inspired by the people and other artwork around her. She also said that her favorite part of the job is, "seeing people enjoy the creativity of myself, family and friends." I could certainly tell that she had a sincere passion for what she did, just as much as I had a passion for playing trumpet when I was in school.
The art of pottery making had never struck me as something I would do for fun, and had I not been given this assignment, I probably would have never thought to try it out, but I am certainly glad I did have the experience, and will take away a new sense of appreciation for these hardworking people and the magnificent pieces of work they bring to Athens County.
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