Saturday, April 13, 2019

Giornale




I looked down at my watch as I loudly shut the heavy wooden door of my bedroom. Once again, I was late.  I sprinted across North Quad onto the grass in front of the dining hall and down the path towards Case Center. My peers and professors were gathered in a circle, talking outside in the warm April weather. After a few minutes, we all broke into our groups to drive to Governor Nelson A. Rockefeller Empire State Plaza. Peter, Hannah and I all scrunched into the back of Katie’s car. We left Skidmore’s wooded campus, drove onto the highway, and made it to our final destination in Albany. We decided to ride with the windows down, so the five of us were practically screaming at one another in order to converse. Although we did talk about how the research was coming along for our site presentations, we spent the majority of the time discussing the different types of foods we wanted to try in Italy.
When we arrived in the parking lot, Professor Curley and Spinner greeted us with the tour equipment. Everyone put on their earphones that projected the professors' voices into our ears. After our group was oriented, we make our way to our first destination. Beautiful buildings and the surrounding environment took me by surprise. As we progressed on our adventure, we walked up the New York State Museum and came across the memorial to those who dedicated their lives to serving in World War II. The concealed space was standing behind a multitude of tall trees marking the perimeter of the walkway. A circular pool made from granite slabs rests in the middle. As I walked around the narrow path around the pool, the idea of sacrifice and freedom resonated within me. I read the names ingrained on the side of the granite slab of those who had died.
A few minutes later, we crossed the street to the Empire State Plaza. While sitting on the smooth steps of the museum, the class focused on the symmetry seen in the Brutalist buildings set around the reflecting pool. To the right of me were four Agency buildings which were block-like structures, while to the left of me, I could see an egg-shaped building. The oddly-shaped building was actually a theatre.  The buildings made with concrete looked modern and futuristic while the New York State Capitol building facing directly in front of the group looked completely different. The facade of the Capitol building was extremely decorative with a white exterior.
Next, Professor Spinner and Curley guided the group to the bottom of the stairs to stop at the wooden labyrinth and continue on to the Fallen Firefighters Memorial site. On our way, we passed children dancing, people skateboarding, and families walking around the plaza.
At the Fallen Firefighters Memorial, the class gathered in front of a massive bronze sculpture of two firefighters holding their injured partner. As I walked around the site, I looked at the names carved into the granite wall that lay behind the statue. While there were many names already etched into the stone, Professor Spinner and Curley explained how the empty spaces left were meant as placeholders for future deaths.
Our trip to Albany also included a visit to the concourse underground. While the corridor underneath resembled a regular train station at first, our eyes were quick to see the beautiful art collection hidden below. Large abstract pieces lined the walls next to coffee shops and restaurants which added fun colors to space. The concourse brought us back to the front of the plaza where we headed back to campus.
The field trip provided to be more informative and interesting than I had anticipated.  I was able to see a space that looks modern and harsh while appreciating the welcoming and fun side. The museum, the theatre, the reflecting pool, Capitol and Agency buildings all create a space where people can come together as a community. While it seems like this place is for government buildings, I also felt like people were drawn to the plaza even if it was only for a few hours. By exploring the plaza, I was able to see how art is important to the people of Albany in the concourse and theatre. I also noticed how a sense of structure and order could be found within the architecture. I liked how the space could be used in a variety of ways. Lastly, the reflecting pool and monuments seemed to be aimed at the past while the buildings were designed to be modern and look towards the future.
While reflecting on the field last week’s trip, I think the trip did an amazing job preparing the class for our future adventures in Rome. We were able to observe the space, symmetry, art, and culture of the plaza all within the course of a few hours. After spending time with the class, I am excited to see how we work together in Rome and I know that the discussions and observations we make will be interesting and eye-opening.



Saturday, March 23, 2019


The air is stagnant in the crowded living room.
Plastic leaves erect from the synthetic tree,
Hidden in the corner of the room,
By dark velvety shadows.
A right leg of the plush couch in the middle of the room,
Melts into a zebra carpet,
Which sinks into the leopard matting.
The couch embraces her body.
Thick blankets cling to her curves encompassing her long physic.

The wall behind her is as blue and vast as the ocean,
A royal blue,
Wide and a deep enough to have her carried away.
The blue wall fighting for the viewer’s attention
But the fluorescent lights graze over her silky skin,
Stopping to greet her
And lightly kiss and caress her cheek.
Her dark skin radiating from afar.

She lounges like the goddess Venus
Exemplifying love, sex, and beauty,
All in one entity.
Her head tilted back,
Eyes closed,
Lips sealed,
Body still,
While her hand rests underneath her heavy head.
Her legs jetting on the end of the couch,
While her thick thighs stick together,
And tranquillity is being admitted from her gesture.
Her body tangled in her red blouse
The undone silk
Which Leaves her chest exposed.  
Her soft nipple protrude out
Just like Trajan’s column stands tall.

A bouquet rests in her hand,
Full of delicate petals,
With inflated roses and leafs bundled together,
Suffocating each other, while thirsting for water,
Hanging from the side of the couch
Flowing down onto the leopard carpet
Like the waters that run down the Trevi Fountain.



(Tang, March 21, Mickalene Thomas, Madame Mama Bush, 2012)

Saturday, February 23, 2019

Her back is turned to me as she types away on her computer. Her eyes are concentrated on the screen however her black bangs fall over her porcelain skin, almost covering her eyes. While her mom argued with her about dying her hair, she decided to dye the tips an electric blue that matches her painted fingernails. Her hair is messy, with two french braids that she did last night before going to sleep. She’s discovered in the last few weeks that is more difficult than she expected to coordinate outfits with her new hair color but today she decided to wear a simple black turtleneck. She layered the turtleneck with a striped dress that she usually wears in the summer. The dress hugs her waist but flares out at the bottom. Her big hoop earrings, Doc Martens, and bright red lipstick complete the outfit.
She’s with her boyfriend studying in the library because she has a test on Monday that she has not started studying for yet. After her last exam went poorly, she promised herself that she would start studying on weekends but this new goal was proving to be more difficult than she anticipated. Every few minutes, her phone buzzes with notifications, and she can’t keep herself from texting her friends from back home. She misses home but the flights back home are too expensive to go anytime soon. Back at home, she always felt like she was suffocating because of her helicopter parents who wanted to control every aspect of her life. This is the reason why she decided to go to Skidmore and travel thousands of miles to start a new journey and learn to take care of herself.

Friday, February 1, 2019

Mapping Rome Examples of Writing Assignments
Momentary Blindness

My back sinks into the cushioned office chair while my feet stay planted on to the firm ground. While sitting at my desk, my pants which are too short expose my ankles to the warmth. With my eyes closed, I can hear in the far distance, the printer comes to life in the office and starts to spit out long documents. After a minute, the humming of the printer quickly comes to an abrupt stop. I can hear Nancy, the woman who sits next to me, typing away at her desk. Her fingers aggressively hitting the plastic keyboard.
To the left of me, people's conversations from the kitchen carry over and I can hear them faintly talking. Their laughter and excitement for the weekend can be heard loud and clear. One woman with a rusty voice keeps talking about the Super Bowl from across the room. Others in the office are intrigued and join in the conversation. In the other direction, I can hear people walking to the kitchen. Their footsteps scratch against the heavy carpet. 
I inhale deeply and put my head on my desk. The smell of my perfume radiates around me. The rose-like fragrance permeates my nose with a sweet smell. While my head rests in between the crevices of my elbow, I can feel the soft material of my sweater touching my checks. My sweater, also drenched in perfume feels fuzzy on my face. I listen for another minute, open my eyes, and sink back into my office chair.

(Office in North Hall, 02/01/2019)