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Andres Serrano
Dawson Sztukowski
Writing 1150
Photographer: Andres Serrano
In a glance, a photograph of Andres Serrano’s seems simple. It’s meaning obvious and unquestionable. However the composition combined with the perceived intentions of the piece raise many curiosities indeed. The photograph of “Piss Christ” depicts a warm picture of a simple crucifix. It’s red aura surrounded by a yellow fluid. In the name we come to the attention that the artist has suspended the crucifix in his own urine and taken a picture of it. In “Heaven and hell” we see a woman on the left and a Cardinal on the right. The woman is naked, hanging by the wrists, head to the sky, and dripping with blood. The cardinal is wearing a smirk with his gaze to the ground, looking away from the woman. With the name “Heaven and Hell” our understanding associates Heaven to one side and Hell to the other. It raises great theological discussion With the Name being read from left to right. “Milk and Blood” Also shows a sort of diptych, the panel on the left is just a white canvas while the one on the right is red. The name and picture also being read from left to right and with no underlying question as to which is the “milk” side and which is the “blood.” These pictures are controversial and offensive to many Christians. Serrano’s pictures posses a blatantly honest quality that intertwine, grotesque theme’ and a beautiful composition giving them a very unique feeling to the audience.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Personal Narrative
Bianka Martinez
Personal Narrative
Alexander
People always ask me the same question: how does it feel to be a mom. Well quite frankly I do not know. It has its good things as well as it’s not so good things. For instance, it is amazing how much love you have for a human you just met. You finally have a reason to go to the zoo, the aquarium and just be a little kid again without feeling awkward around kids and their parents. But you can no longer party every weekend how you used to or have your complete 8 to 10 hours of beauty sleep at night. You have a reason to not be a speed racer down highways and go exactly the speed limit. You now have to be extra careful about playing with danger because you now got a reason to be alive and stay alive. Having a baby changes everything. How you think, how you look, how you feel and even how you smell sometimes. Now that I’m a mother I no longer want to party all the time (though I need it every once in a while, I’m not going to lie), I now have someone I want to spend my time with. As much time as I can, for that matter. Time with my little one is a must. I want to make sure I’m the first one to hear him say dada (because that is the first word they say unfortunately) or be the first that sees him take his first steps. Being young, with a job and trying to finish school is very hard. Time is my worst enemy. I wish there were more hours in the day.
Alexander was born on June 28, 2009. I started with my contractions on the 27th at about 7pm. The pain wasn’t too bad… yet. I went into the hospital and got in the hot tub right away to calm my contractions. The pain kept increasing and getting stronger so I finally gave in and begged for the epidural. I was only 3cm open. They didn’t want to give it to me so soon so they waited until like 1 or 2 in the morning. By then I had tears running down my cheeks. They put me on the drug and I finally calmed down. I was painless the rest of the night and all morning too. At about noon the next day I was already 7 cm open and my pain came back. My pain came back intensely. I pleaded for a stronger drug but no matter how strong the drug was, my pain was 100 times stronger. Then, it was time to push. I pushed for 3 hours with no result. The epidural was not helping me at all. I felt every bone in my body about to burst out. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and did not want anyone near me. To make matters worse, my mother was freaking out and would not stop asking questions. “Tell the doctor to give you a c-section!” “Why is she putting that inside you?!” “Tell her you need more epidural.” “It is her fault you are like this!” “Shut up, do not talk to me!” I would say. That is the last time she will ever be in the labor room with me, by the way. At 3:10pm the doctor came in with a cart full of metal implements. Very calmly, she put on her plastic gloves and pulls out some enormous forceps without saying anything or even glancing at me to see if I’m ok, she shoves them inside me and pulls out the baby’s head as if it was a stuffed animal. The pain made that minute was the worst minute of my life! So there it was. Alexander was born at 3:13 pm. As soon as I saw him my pain went away (I know, it sounds kind of cheesy, but it’s true). The doctor had to stick around to sow back my 4th degree tear. During recovery, I couldn’t walk, sit or lay down. I had some hemorrhoids, the size of humongous gum balls. But my baby was ok. Besides his cone head and some minor injuries on his head and face, he’s perfect.
I thank God Alexander was ok. My life changed in just 9 months. I went from living with my parents and doing whatever I wanted, to getting married and having a baby and a new home. Do I regret having my baby? Well I wish I would have waited but now that he is here, I love him so much, I could not imagine my life without him. He makes me look at life in a different way: A positive, healthy good way.
Personal Narrative
Alexander
People always ask me the same question: how does it feel to be a mom. Well quite frankly I do not know. It has its good things as well as it’s not so good things. For instance, it is amazing how much love you have for a human you just met. You finally have a reason to go to the zoo, the aquarium and just be a little kid again without feeling awkward around kids and their parents. But you can no longer party every weekend how you used to or have your complete 8 to 10 hours of beauty sleep at night. You have a reason to not be a speed racer down highways and go exactly the speed limit. You now have to be extra careful about playing with danger because you now got a reason to be alive and stay alive. Having a baby changes everything. How you think, how you look, how you feel and even how you smell sometimes. Now that I’m a mother I no longer want to party all the time (though I need it every once in a while, I’m not going to lie), I now have someone I want to spend my time with. As much time as I can, for that matter. Time with my little one is a must. I want to make sure I’m the first one to hear him say dada (because that is the first word they say unfortunately) or be the first that sees him take his first steps. Being young, with a job and trying to finish school is very hard. Time is my worst enemy. I wish there were more hours in the day.
Alexander was born on June 28, 2009. I started with my contractions on the 27th at about 7pm. The pain wasn’t too bad… yet. I went into the hospital and got in the hot tub right away to calm my contractions. The pain kept increasing and getting stronger so I finally gave in and begged for the epidural. I was only 3cm open. They didn’t want to give it to me so soon so they waited until like 1 or 2 in the morning. By then I had tears running down my cheeks. They put me on the drug and I finally calmed down. I was painless the rest of the night and all morning too. At about noon the next day I was already 7 cm open and my pain came back. My pain came back intensely. I pleaded for a stronger drug but no matter how strong the drug was, my pain was 100 times stronger. Then, it was time to push. I pushed for 3 hours with no result. The epidural was not helping me at all. I felt every bone in my body about to burst out. I was screaming at the top of my lungs and did not want anyone near me. To make matters worse, my mother was freaking out and would not stop asking questions. “Tell the doctor to give you a c-section!” “Why is she putting that inside you?!” “Tell her you need more epidural.” “It is her fault you are like this!” “Shut up, do not talk to me!” I would say. That is the last time she will ever be in the labor room with me, by the way. At 3:10pm the doctor came in with a cart full of metal implements. Very calmly, she put on her plastic gloves and pulls out some enormous forceps without saying anything or even glancing at me to see if I’m ok, she shoves them inside me and pulls out the baby’s head as if it was a stuffed animal. The pain made that minute was the worst minute of my life! So there it was. Alexander was born at 3:13 pm. As soon as I saw him my pain went away (I know, it sounds kind of cheesy, but it’s true). The doctor had to stick around to sow back my 4th degree tear. During recovery, I couldn’t walk, sit or lay down. I had some hemorrhoids, the size of humongous gum balls. But my baby was ok. Besides his cone head and some minor injuries on his head and face, he’s perfect.
I thank God Alexander was ok. My life changed in just 9 months. I went from living with my parents and doing whatever I wanted, to getting married and having a baby and a new home. Do I regret having my baby? Well I wish I would have waited but now that he is here, I love him so much, I could not imagine my life without him. He makes me look at life in a different way: A positive, healthy good way.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Introductions
1) My favorite class in high school was Classics. We studied all the earliest writings from ancient creationist myths, to Greek lit., to early Shakespeare. I'm a junior undergrad so my favorite CU class was for sure Development of Theater 1. Basically the history of theater up until the first American theaters were built.
2) The longest paper I wrote was about 20 pages. It had a bibliography but not end notes. It was a field analysis paper for an education class. I would love to never write another paper that long...ever again. But, I figure I won't be that lucky.
3) One of my favorite papers I've written was about how slavery influenced and was depicted on the 17th and 18th century stage. It discussed things like how and when slaves first appeared in popular plays, the attempt of some playwrights to use the stage as an instrument of abolition, and the role of blackface in performances.
4) Honestly, the last book I read was called Shiver, and it's about werewolves. Fantasy and crazy Fiction books are my escape from too much serious literature reading. The sequel to Shiver just came out: Linger. And, it's next to buy on my list!
5) A writer that I have really come to like lately is John Connolly. He writes in a very archaic type of fiction that I really love.
6) Apart from the arts and humanities, I'm really into student government here at CU. I'm president of the Residence Hall Association, and I really think that student leaders here on campus are doing some great things to improve life for students and residents.
7) The last newspaper article I read lately was one from my home weekly newspaper. It was about how they are closing one of the two grocery stores in town. They had some good reasons for closing it, the economy supposedly couldn't support it, but all I can think about is how some of my friends parents work there, and how that is the only place within walking distance of my high school to get food in between school and after school programs. It's just interesting to think about the seemingly small, but very real, impacts that these things have on people.
8) The only thing I can really think of is the TV world. All of my classes were talking about the Emmys today. I just think it's strangely beautiful when the country can all fall in love with something together like TV. Well, I can't decide if it's sad or wonderful. But, maybe a little bit of both.
9) I can't remember which philosopher said it, but in one of my classes we talked about how this philosopher believed that when we are born, our souls are imbedded with the knowledge and wisdom of what is inherently beautiful. It is therefore something that we just know in the deepest levels of our being, and our souls vibrate and shiver when in the presence of something truly and undeniably beautiful: a work of art, a perfect harmonic chord, nature, anything. It just really blew my mind, and I've taken it to heart.
Well, that's all for now.
~Becca Stephens
Sunday, August 29, 2010
welcome to 1150 writing
Dear students,
Please post your responses to intellectual biography questions here.
Feel free to respond to each other's post – comment and ask questions
as you would do in any familiar community.
This is an online conversation generated by a thread of responses,
followed by a thread of narratives, which I am very much looking
forward to reading. You are a lively, engaged and diverse group -
I could tell by your response to Dave Underwood’s presentation.
Please remember to sign your post with first name and initial of your last name.
Am sending list of emails on email.
See you Tuesday at ATLAS 301with roughs of narrative and story board. Any questions – please email.
All best,
Frances
Please post your responses to intellectual biography questions here.
Feel free to respond to each other's post – comment and ask questions
as you would do in any familiar community.
This is an online conversation generated by a thread of responses,
followed by a thread of narratives, which I am very much looking
forward to reading. You are a lively, engaged and diverse group -
I could tell by your response to Dave Underwood’s presentation.
Please remember to sign your post with first name and initial of your last name.
Am sending list of emails on email.
See you Tuesday at ATLAS 301with roughs of narrative and story board. Any questions – please email.
All best,
Frances
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