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Society and Soccer Teams

 

 

So I started thinking about life. About jobs and respect. About responsibility to self and to society. About the student who goes to class everyday getting good grades because she has been told that is right and good of children to do that. About her little brother who goes to school and gets into fights and gets detention because that’s what his best bud does. How much of our actions, habitual and unrevised, are even our own?

 

 

Let me try to make this point slightly more clear. I won’t do William James’s squirrel is to metaphysical disputes analogy justice but I will try to be as creative as possible…

 

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Mind the Gap

 

 

Call me Isabel (Archer). I’ve been that girl looking on the picnic on a sunny green, the ferocious, “ridiculously overactive imagination”, the woman who mistook a man for who she wanted him to be, the painter of blank canvases, and the hostage of a kiss. Call me Isabel.

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The Show Begins

 

 

 

I walk into the theatre, all her family, friends and those who call themselves her friends, sitting in the burgundy velveteen rows of seats that ripple out from the stage. In the centre of the stage, one light shines down, dim and yellow with age, on a chez lounge.

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Snow Globe

 
Because of this class, I have developed better writing skills and greater confidence in my writing and my ideas. Reading my first essay from this course, I criticise my own work as “safe” and “fluffy”. My first essay had a lot of descriptions and visuals and not much was said. I painted four blurry pictures of what womanhood was to me, but I’d say that was an honest depiction of “What they taught me”.
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Note to self

 Note to Anne and Kristin:

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Set Design Queered

I found the brainstorming exercise we did on Day 24 to be very helpful. I knew that the single most engaging thing for me in this course was the paper I wrote on Crip-Art. I began asking why I enjoyed it so much. Was it the topic? Was it the written format? Was it that I got to synthesize my passion for art with the class material? I decided that was the part that was most exciting to me. During class, I also had the opportunity of having a sort of mini conference with Professor Dalke. I spoke to her about my idea of taking a play that involved topics of gender, sexuality, or disability and doing a set design for an Act of this play.
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So Began My Obsession with Crip Art

 Day 15 “On Seeing (and not seeing) Disability." I was so excited to be given the opportunity look fully at disability, to stare. Not in a degrading way, but almost in wonder. Crip Art can possess a certain raw and vulnerable beauty that I haven’t been effected by as fully in other forms. As nice and politically correct as it would be to say Crip Art is just like other forms of art with “just people” as the subjects, it would be false. The disability adds to the art for me. I get a sense of strength, defiance and agency that is really striking to me.

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What they taught me

 

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