The enormous painting of Demoiselles d'Avignon is I must say, quite odd. I still ponder why the first image that automatically came to mind when I saw the painting was cavemen. I think it may be the chalky browns, deep reds, and blues that make me think of a much older time period. The painting did not remind me of a happy time period either. I cannot say that it exactly portrays sadness, but I did not feel good inside when viewing this piece of art.

(I had to steal a picture of the internet because they wouldn't allow us to take pictures).

I would not call myself a close-minded person. I would not even call myself a fully conventional person (unlike the allusion I appear to be while in class). Art is a very complex subject. While I cannot even begin to grasp some concepts of art, other forms I love. The discussion of the various interpretations of Muller's play in class I have to admit left me very confused. I do not want to seem as if I hate this class. This is definitely not the case. However, discussions were there is no definite answer honestly frustrates me. As I stated before, I am not close-minded.

Khadijah, Hermine, Jamal, and Natalie. I have never been a great fan of poetry, mainly because of my inability to understand the most profound forms, but these four poets captured my attention from beginning to end. I did not know what to expect before listening to these four poets recite their own and other's readings. Once it began, it proved worth my while to be in attendence. The first poet to speak, and my favorite speaker of them all, was Khadijah Queen.