<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:31:31.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>art thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog where I will post my own thoughts about art and how it plays a part --sometimes surprisingly --in my everyday life.  I hope both my students and other educators will find this useful and interesting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-1048871562848712419</id><published>2011-03-08T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:40:54.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the emotional vs. the rational</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3BauQjpfYg/TXb6tmNX2FI/AAAAAAAAB1E/BRfnRLxLTYY/s1600/the-social-animal----cover_custom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3BauQjpfYg/TXb6tmNX2FI/AAAAAAAAB1E/BRfnRLxLTYY/s200/the-social-animal----cover_custom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581924449430001746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I have blogged since I haven't had enough hours in a day to do everything for the past year, it seems.&lt;br /&gt;So I embarked on a practice run tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home I was listening to NPR and there was an Op-ed columnist  who just wrote a fictional book entitled "The Social Animal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrust of the interview, as I interpreted it,  had to do with how our society sees the emotional and the rational as separate parts of our being. That being said, the value --in our society--is usually placed on the rational. David Brooks, the author, argues that instead of relying on rational decisions, people tend to be  influenced by their underlying,  unconscious emotional state, which is  in turn influenced by the social  relationships surrounding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he agrees we cannot control the emotional (as it is subconscious), we can "educate" the emotional:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;              Now, we don't have the choice to control our emotions, but we do       have the power to   educate our emotions. And we do that through  literature and through art and music to give ourselves a repertoire       of emotional experiences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you choose to go to a college,  you're -- you're educating your emotions by who you surround       yourself with. If you go to the Marine Corps, different sort of  education. So simply because I'm saying it's unconscious and       emotional, that doesn't mean it's beyond our control. We have the  choice to choose how we're going to educate our emotions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;So, my take away was - If my emotions (my subconscious) ultimately trigger my decisions, &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; do I educate my emotions and &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; I educate my emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-1048871562848712419?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/1048871562848712419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=1048871562848712419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/1048871562848712419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/1048871562848712419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2011/03/emotional-vs-rational.html' title='the emotional vs. the rational'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3BauQjpfYg/TXb6tmNX2FI/AAAAAAAAB1E/BRfnRLxLTYY/s72-c/the-social-animal----cover_custom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-6712243259971028167</id><published>2010-02-01T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:50:39.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of the Spring semester and what a wonderful day it was...there is something so contagious and so inspiring about looking at my students as they quest for knowledge! and how wonderful it is to know that i have this luxurious opportunity to take part in this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little while ago on NPR, Stanley Fish was interviewed about his views on education...he was adamant that a professor's job has nothing to do with teaching students about life lessons...having read many of Fish's theoretical works as an undergrad and as a graduate student, I was interested in what he had to say. Then after the interview, decided, that I hope to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; be like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things I remember most about my academic life are those few professors that made a difference-- those that taught me life lessons. Whether it was to think critically, to interrogate the world, to understand what I believe, or to love whatever it is I do with all my heart...i got it. And, i thank them for shaping the roads in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today , I read :&lt;br /&gt;...the British writer, James Allen, wrote a little book entitled &lt;em&gt;As a Man Thinketh&lt;/em&gt;. He said the thoughts we cultivate in our minds will grow up and will show up in our attitudes, actions, and words. "A (person's) mind may be likened to a garden," he wrote, "which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild; but whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth. If no useful seeds are put into it, then an abundance of useless seeds will fall therein, and will continue to produce their kind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we forget, i think, quite often, that we need to nourish our mind, to intelligently cultivate it because if we don't the alternative may very well take control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-6712243259971028167?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/6712243259971028167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=6712243259971028167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/6712243259971028167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/6712243259971028167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-first-day-of-spring-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-5120914761834280904</id><published>2009-05-04T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:06:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SlV6TteKliI/AAAAAAAABlQ/vfKxnYAyccY/s1600-h/433px-Goya-El_sue%C3%B1o_de_la_raz%C3%B3n-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SlV6TteKliI/AAAAAAAABlQ/vfKxnYAyccY/s200/433px-Goya-El_sue%C3%B1o_de_la_raz%C3%B3n-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356321810869294626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a crazy several months and have thus been unable to blog...let alone get any sleep in the course of a 24 hour day.&lt;br /&gt;But what has plagued me this semester has been the relevancy of art. And the possibility of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;impossibility&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a chasm between what we know and what is possible...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;magritte&lt;/span&gt; said it best when he spoke about the mind and its ability to blind us from things around. what exactly does that mean? The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Enlightenment&lt;/span&gt; thinkers continually professed the unthinkable capacity of the mind if cultivated, and we all have been schooled to think that knowledge is power...so how exactly could the mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magritte took the most commonplace, banal objects and represented them in bizarre, foreign ways- to shock, to create paradox. When one is faced with paradox, one then  "sees."&lt;br /&gt;Yet when one sees with the rational eye: the mind ...we question all ideas with the practical, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; pragmatic, the feasible...BUT does this type of questioning then not make less likely the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;manifestation&lt;/span&gt; of the unlikely, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;unimaginable&lt;/span&gt; , and the impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the impossible is closed off , do we then just surround ourselves with mediocrity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goya believed that artists should educate the masses with his pen but he also believed that one must flirt with the unconscious, irrational mind to create "true" art... could Goya's belief  be a 19th century rephrasing of the above? Yes, it is necessary to think and question, but in order to create, to imagine, to achieve great things... it is also necessary to not allow your mind to create obstacles that could get in your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-5120914761834280904?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/5120914761834280904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=5120914761834280904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/5120914761834280904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/5120914761834280904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-has-been-crazy-several-months-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SlV6TteKliI/AAAAAAAABlQ/vfKxnYAyccY/s72-c/433px-Goya-El_sue%C3%B1o_de_la_raz%C3%B3n-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-8870121589501811413</id><published>2008-10-22T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:11:23.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magritte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7lr0SYUfEo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7lr0SYUfEo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-8870121589501811413?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/8870121589501811413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=8870121589501811413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/8870121589501811413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/8870121589501811413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2008/10/magritte.html' title='Magritte'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-8543019164589677003</id><published>2008-07-12T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:52:27.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>I've learned many wonderful things from my students' blogs these past semesters and especially in the classes where I fused blogs with my physical classes ...the blogs allowed me to really get to know my students in ways that I would have never been able to through class discussion or through short face-to-face &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;confrontations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a professor lecturing,  I would  catch a glimpse of the student and all of a sudden a particular experience that student had, or a profound thought, or a personal image that student shared would emerge and I started to realize that I was no longer seeing just a face with a name but faces and names that were connected to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lifestories&lt;/span&gt; and creative ruminations that intrigued and inspired me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Particularly&lt;/span&gt; fascinating it was when I had students whose outer composition never revealed how incredibly profound, perceptive and interesting they were inside...How great would it be if in our everyday encounters we didn't just access/judge/see people through their outer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;compositions&lt;/span&gt; but instead saw in each face individuals with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lifestories&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew in to Chicago from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SFO&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. What started out as a 4 hr flight became a 9 hr flight with my 2 1/2 year old (who actually did remarkably) ...but since my husband didn't travel with me I had to cart around a car seat , a cart with 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;luggages&lt;/span&gt; and a stroller.  Looking completely inadequate,  this student leader asked me if I needed help and had his "student ambassadors" help me. Apparently, after talking with them, I found out that this was a program instituted by Eisenhower to send &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;highschool&lt;/span&gt; students to different countries all over the world to get to know each other and other countries ...His  belief was that ordinary citizens of different nations, if able to communicate with one another, would put their differences aside and live in peace.  And he believed that the important step was to see the other as another human being with the similar needs, similar  emotions, similar fears, and similar desires. But to do that meant really getting to know them...faces with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lifestories&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; with them was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;enlightening&lt;/span&gt; and the blogs I have seen online have also been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;enlightening&lt;/span&gt;.  Both experiences reassured me that if these students (my students and the student ambassadors) are any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;representation&lt;/span&gt; of our future , we'll really be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a mom with a 2 1/2 year old, I need to know that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-8543019164589677003?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/8543019164589677003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=8543019164589677003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/8543019164589677003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/8543019164589677003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-2990472118478392060</id><published>2008-07-01T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:06:08.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SGq1xVa09VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xiqDSm7JbEU/s1600-h/rothko.brown.black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SGq1xVa09VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xiqDSm7JbEU/s200/rothko.brown.black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218182977430025554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a tough few days with my sister in the hospital. the one thing that really forces you to think about life in its most rudimentary way is when everything you take for granted suddenly might be taken away from you. my place of quiet...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-2990472118478392060?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/2990472118478392060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=2990472118478392060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/2990472118478392060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/2990472118478392060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-tough-few-days-with-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SGq1xVa09VI/AAAAAAAAAz8/xiqDSm7JbEU/s72-c/rothko.brown.black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-2259037228571976931</id><published>2008-06-17T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:21:29.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>art ...and the world</title><content type='html'>NPR discussed the Rwandan genocide and they interviewed a woman who was 8 months pregnant  when the war was going on. About to be raped, the soldier cut her Achilles tendon so all she could do was crawl away. When she gave birth, she could not move, docgs ate her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world like this ...what importance does art have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art--in all its forms--must show society what it refuses to see. Even the most obvious, the most mundane things have been used as subject matter for artists because we --often see things but rarely think about what it really means or we justify our indifference because we think it is not our problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As every aspect of our life is affected by gasoline prices and the incredibly weak dollar...i think we are starting to realize as individuals in a collective society that the whole world is interconnected. Nothing we do affects only us...knowing that let's turn our actions  into a positive. Everything we do CAN  have an effect on somebody, somewhere in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rwanda is our problem. Iraq is our problem. China is our problem. The environment is our problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-2259037228571976931?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/2259037228571976931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=2259037228571976931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/2259037228571976931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/2259037228571976931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2008/06/art-and-world.html' title='art ...and the world'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-696851534017305457</id><published>2008-06-04T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:26:18.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SEbcUab3d7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/7L0UwdT5uOA/s1600-h/crategreen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SEbcUab3d7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/7L0UwdT5uOA/s320/crategreen1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208092262352254898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art sometimes shows the obvious - because we, in our daily lives, are too busy to LOOK, to really see the world around us. Street Art has become the art of today ...it forces us to look at our environment , above, below, in crevices, in cracks in places where we least expect it to find beauty, to find art.  Remember through Baudelaire that beauty does not need to be aesthetically pleasing, it need not be polished and neat, it need not be pretty - he asks that it be REAL, authentic, genuine, something that makes you FEEL:  love, happiness, sadness, fear, or anger - as all of our emotions are beautiful and they all allow us to realize that we are alive. ..and life in all its emotions and tribulations a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to make it a point everyday to find in your everyday world "today's gift" something, anything that is "beautiful"...last night when I came home from teaching class at 10:30, I went into my bedroom and saw my husband and my 2 year-old daughter sleeping together on our bed. That was  "today's gift."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-696851534017305457?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/696851534017305457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=696851534017305457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/696851534017305457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/696851534017305457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-gift.html' title='Today&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SEbcUab3d7I/AAAAAAAAAOo/7L0UwdT5uOA/s72-c/crategreen1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-3335331428016732919</id><published>2008-06-01T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:24:00.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Negotiating te Self in art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SEbdlVJksOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CbWTr35C5E8/s1600-h/picMagdaElevata-730748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SEbdlVJksOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CbWTr35C5E8/s200/picMagdaElevata-730748.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208093652502753506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SEbdaNYbH8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ES3fRFafRPI/s1600-h/campos01a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SEbdaNYbH8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/ES3fRFafRPI/s320/campos01a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208093461438996418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just watched REVOLVER and i must say that was the most intriguing movie i have seen in a very long time. Slapstick, witty dialogue, fusion of avatars with real people in the parodying of intense emotion while being psychologically informed and dramatically baffling...this is what art is about.  intellectual and revelatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me one of the most interesting aspects of the movie is its ability to illustrate the dialectical relationship between our different selves as we construct, understand, discover our self.  Specifically, Ritchie brings to the surface the protagonist's fears...demonstrating how incredibly real the feelings are behind someone's anxieties --so real that they aggregate so much power they become debilitating. Invisible to others BUT nevertheless real to the person going through them..while  simultaneously able to show the incredible and necessary power and role of the mind to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long period of time , psychoanalysis has informed and influenced the creation and interpretation of visual and written art. For many scholars it has become an indispensable tool in understand the role of art as a transitional object and role of art as a tool in negotiating, creating and understanding the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Maria Magdalena Campos-Pons and Juliz Alvrez both Cuban exiles, the experience of living in a country different from their own brought forth issues of separation, fragmentation, isolation, diasporic identity and difference. On many levels --albeit very differently--both of these artists used their art in an autobiographical manner to "negotiate their selves." More to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-3335331428016732919?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/3335331428016732919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=3335331428016732919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/3335331428016732919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/3335331428016732919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-watched-revolver-and-i-must-say.html' title='Negotiating te Self in art'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9boVpls1O9E/SEbdlVJksOI/AAAAAAAAAO4/CbWTr35C5E8/s72-c/picMagdaElevata-730748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-5533249171520059167</id><published>2008-05-13T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:16:45.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art vs 21st century world</title><content type='html'>why do we need art? in an era where the competition is titillating images that go light years a minute...ART forces us to slow down.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it important to slow down?&lt;br /&gt;because slowing down forces us to think about what is in front of us, what is around us, about ourselves. Only when we really truly think ...can we understand and explore our place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOWING down forces us to be PRESENT. More often than not we are not present. How often are we checking our texts or emails, in a hurry to get somewhere, bored and would rather be elsewhere, miserable and therefore daydreaming...in each of these actions we are not present. When we finger someone for cutting us off, when we get angry when we are in line...it is truly  easier to get angry and when we get mad we are, in actuality, responding by habit. But to be PRESENT means to not respond by habit, to be there, to take a deep breath, to deal with the situation differently than you would otherwise, to let the dude that cut you off go without giving him a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rothko's pieces for me allow one to be present - you commune with it, you confront silence, you confront your own thoughts, you respond without being given a response. think our own thoughts... ...wow...be present...explore your own thoughts, create your own thoughts, get to know your self. be present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-5533249171520059167?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/5533249171520059167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=5533249171520059167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/5533249171520059167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/5533249171520059167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2008/05/art-vs-21st-century-world.html' title='Art vs 21st century world'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1579191361145249206.post-5177828427781420296</id><published>2008-03-30T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:00:13.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But it is a pipe! isn't it?</title><content type='html'>It is so easy to see art as something that hangs in a museum and as something that is separate and insignificant to your life particularly in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; 21st century when so many seemingly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; are happening...but art is not something that merely hangs in a museum wall nor is it something that is separate from the chaotic world that we all inhabit. In fact, art allows us in many ways to see the world ...or at least, allows us to question how we see the world.&lt;br /&gt;Rene Magritte's "Treasury of Images" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; probably one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; images to my 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th-&lt;/span&gt; Century Art students because they feel that 1) it is a picture of something mundane; 2)it is making you question &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; you know to be true; and 3) once you realize he is saying it is not actually a real, 3-dimensional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;smoking&lt;/span&gt; pipe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; a representation of a pipe, they often think--often out loud-- well...duh?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...let's rewind a second and give this piece its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magritte is making an incredibly important point about the difference between representation and the actual thing itself. Specifically, that an image of something ( a painting of a pipe) is not the real thing (the smelly thing that my father and grandfather smoke from time to time) but rather something that has been created, painted, and therefore an illusion. Once again, my students say: "yes...we know...we've always known, tell me something I don't already know." But do we? really, do we know the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that our (and I use this very generally) sense of beauty is based on images we see on television ads, billboards, and magazine ads? Why is it that so often in cafes and restaurants people talk about television shows like 24 and Gray's Anatomy as if these are actual people and actual situations that these cafe-goers have first-hand knowledge and information about? Why is it that "wealth" is associated with a certain kind of lifestyle, a certain look, a certain brand, a certain car and a certain happiness that so many people try to attain?.. believing that wealth will give them the "lifestyle" illustrated in leisure magazines, the car in billboards, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; "look" in fashion magazines and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; "happiness" promised by all these 'goods.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know all these representations are just representations though --they are NOT real things. Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magritte created this piece in 1928 yet , how absolutely correct he was and absolutely relevant to today's world. The world we live in is full of images and representations and even though--intellectually--we know it is a painting, an ad, a television show...it has become so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;imbricated&lt;/span&gt; in our daily life...bombarding us in very aspect of our life that we know longer necessarily see the difference between image and reality.&lt;br /&gt;(Later we will talk about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Baudrillard&lt;/span&gt; and his philosophical meanderings...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1928, he was merely saying this is not a pipe.&lt;br /&gt;Today, when we see teenage girls trying to look like like runway models, we could say this is not beauty. If we come across someone who thinks buying "things" will make him/her content, we might say this is not real happiness. Who would have known that telling us a pipe is not a pipe even though it looks so much like a pipe ...would actually compel us to see how we think about the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magritte's image is to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1579191361145249206-5177828427781420296?l=cinapoli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/feeds/5177828427781420296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1579191361145249206&amp;postID=5177828427781420296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/5177828427781420296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1579191361145249206/posts/default/5177828427781420296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cinapoli.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-so-easy-to-see-art-as-something.html' title='But it is a pipe! isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>cinapoli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16221336731555955511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
