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So I'm taking Arabic and it is currently making me a little bit dyslexic. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I spend a good 20 minutes reorienting my brain to think from left to right and then after class I have to do the same thing in order to get back to thinking in English again. The fun thing is that I actually notice an increase in my ability to retain more information in my classes and when I'm studying. I thought I'd blog about this because languages fascinate me and there seems to be a kind of art to learning them as well.شقف هس سخ بعى فاشف سخةثفهةثس ه تعسف صشىىش صقهفث شلاخعف هفز 

An intro

Upon first seeing the image of Salvador Dali floating in mid-air with loaves of bread hovering behind, the initial reaction is one of laughter and curiosity. Why would the photographer, Philippe Halsman, capture such a moment of awkwardness and instability? The photo, simply entitled Salvador Dali, is one of many in a series of photographs from the book Jump!, by Halsman himself. In the photo, Dali’s body language, as well as the background items and people serve to mesh Dali’s fascination with both science and religion and makes the argument for the belief in both while simultaneously also feeding the Dali ego by drawing attention to both the art and subject, Dali, of the art itself.

Project: Dali

So I'm using this photo for my project because it reminds me of the pictures my friends and I take all the time and put on facebook. There always so random and funny and happy! While there usually isn't bread floating in the background of my pictures, we do occasionally capture random people just going about their daily lives.

Extraordinary people, The artist with no eyes, Esref Armagan

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3AgO6H0H98

The art of the human face

On Friday I participated in a research lab for the School of Biology. They were researching the the genetics of human facial expressions. The lab required that I sit in front of a super high tech 3D imaging camera and make faces for it to capture. Thirty minutes later it was done and I was officially apart of something that would hopefully lead to medical advancements and new technology, or at least that's what I hope for.

The strange thing about it was that they were essentially mapping out the part of the body that people spend the most time altering to look just the way they think everyone else wants to see them. The lab was studying the very reason my face laughs, speaks, and moves the way it does. They were studying the way I express myself without words, just the way a piece of art says it all without actually saying anything. They were analyzing the signs the very same way an art critique picks apart an art piece while trying to explain why the artist did what he or she did. It was art and science working together and for me, an artist and endeavoring chemist, there is nothing better!  

Why do I blog about art?

I'd be tempted to say that the only reason for my current predicament is that I, like many others, strive to achieve the highest grades, the most knowledge, and the respect of the teacher, but in reality that is only part of the truth. I consider myself an artist. Therefore, I think about art and now I write about art. I create art, I think about art, and I write about art. It is the complete trilogy of a well-rounded education.

Picture journey (camera phone)

First Adventure

Nisha and I went to the High together. To be honest, at first, I was more excited to ride on marta than to actually see the exhibit, but we ended up just walking to the museum instead. The walk itself was like walking through art. Every other building had some type of either historical architecture or really modern-day style. Being that it was just Nisha and I, there was a feeling to our journey that had the strangest scent of freedom. We were roaming the streets of the big city on assignment for a college course and we were amongst all the people going home from work, going out for a fun night, and even those just looking for their next meal in the streets.
Walking into the museum was like a little sad at first. It was back to academia and responsibility. But as I continued through the exhibit and studied photo after photo and painting after painting, I realized that I was actually really intrigued by the style of Dali. His strokes were unique and I enjoyed the way he meshed religion with physics and science and managed to create real art. His intricate designs and hidden images were memorizing. All and all, the exhibit was inspiring!