Life as a Grad Student

When I came here I had nothing to offer. I was adrift. Did not even care about finding a job I liked. I had no more fight in me. I survived. 

Slowly I started opening myself up to friends. Not  your average I will go to the mall or movie theater with you, but real friends that want to see you happy. 

I study like crazy. I try to paint as much as I can and when I can. I laugh, I cry, I work and try to find a balance in my activities. 

To find an outlet for my artistic passion I am a reporter for the Manhattanville Touchstone.

But I am only starting to live, I dont know were this journey will take me, but now I know I have a choice.

We are like children building a sand castle. We embellish it with beautiful shells, bits of driftwood, and pieces of colored glass. The castle is ours, off limits to others. We’re willing to attack if others threaten to hurt it. Yet despite all our attachment, we know that the tide will inevitably come in and sweep the sand castle away. The trick is to enjoy it fully but without clinging, and when the time comes, let it dissolve back into the sea.

Pema Chodron

(via quotestuff)

Yes, I visited the Met!

One thing I have learned this year is to never say never. I thought I was never going to see a Van Gogh face to face. This year I did. 

As I could not find any friends to join me in this adventure I went by myself to the Metropolitan Museum in New York. 

I almost felt the sculptures from Rodin were alive. Seeing them in a book is not the same as standing in front of them.

 I saw Julia Margaret Cameron’s photos and felt transported to a different century but at the same time could relate to the melancholic faces of the women in her portraits.  

I got to see the swirls in Van Gogh’s paintings. His brush stroke as vibrant as his use of color. 

And I even saw a Rembrandt and in front of one of his portraits I felt I was seeing him not an image of him. 

But as was noted to me by one of my Professor’s you can never see the Met in one day, because there is too much to see.

Why think and write?

"A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on. Ideas have endurance without death." - John F. Kennedy 

Yes ideas live on. I had an argument with one of my classmates about the importance of writing books and thinking. He kept saying writing does not lead anywhere. It may not in the moment but later it will pay of.

Let the art piece become a part of you…

I the middle of this crazy schedule of reading, writing essays and going to class I found time to visit the art gallery in Manhattanville. I was moved. I could understand what the artists were trying to say so clearly, and even when I could not come up with an interpretation for it I was able to feel something.

So I wrote about it 

If you just look at an art piece and analyze it superficially noticing color combinations or techniques you are wasting your time.

You need to look at the art piece until you feel what the artist felt making it. Let the art piece become a part of you.

After that process even without knowing it you are not the same person again.