After having seen Demoiselle d'avignon a first time and not having really gotten a lot out of it, it was helpful to go see it a second time after our class discussion, where everything finally was clear to me. I must say that it is a perplexing concept to grasp, the idea that a painting is made to point out that depth cannot be shown on a canvas. However, at the same time, the painting also seems to hint of depth itself, otherwise how could a woman's hand be behind her back or how could she be facing sidewards without there being another side of her beyond that?

     I was surprised to find that in Baruch there existed an elevator that only went downwards into the basement which contains nothing more than our own performance space! It really is a breath of fresh air to see some kind of artistic endeavor being pursued at a predominantly business orientated school. The space is gorgeous too. I was impressed by the white washed wall that had quotes about music all alongside it.

 When I left the Harvey theater after seeing Quartett, my emotions were of a mixed miriad. I didn't really know what to think and how to possibly start dissecting the many frustrating aspects of Quartett. This was the general response form my peers as well, in face, no one knew how to interpret or understand what they had just seen. There was just no fluidity or cohesion between any of the many theatrical parts we had just seen thrown together on stage. 

 For lack of something better to write about for this blog entry, I will tell you moviegoers about another scary movie I went to see this weekend, The Fourth Kind. And I will tell you now, DO NOT go to see this movie. It was terrible. I payed to see something I could have watched on TV.