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October 30, 2008

My Art

In all truth fullness I love my COLA class. When I first decided to take this class I thought it wouldn’t be that great and I wondered what could I possible learn about art for three hours. I have never been an artistic person and in most of my art class I have not done well in them. Being in this art class has really changed my entire impression of art and how it relates to me. This COLA course allows me to express myself and to learn what I am able to do when I start using the right side of my brain, also known as the artistic side. I think this Collaborative Arts course is about expanding ones mind past traditional thinking about art and allows the student to just explore what they feel and want from art as a whole.
The activities we have done caused me to grasp the idea of what collaborative arts is all about. The activities I enjoyed the most were: the bridge walk, the museums visit, and the gesture videos that we posted online. The bridge walk experience at first to me seem like a rather strange idea, but I walked across the bridge I realized the impact it had one me. The walk allowed me to think and sort of meditate on life and things moving around in the space surrounding. My favorite activity of all was the museum visit; it really allowed me to express myself. The piece that I choose truly spoke to me, it made me feel like I was the only person in the museum and that I could do whatever wanted because the art was mine.
An activity that we have done that wasn’t my particular favorite was the ritual experiment. I didn’t receive anything from the activity, In all I really do enjoy this class and what its doing for me in my life.

Cornering the Collaboratory

I would describe our Art of Collaboration class as an exercise of democracy in action. While I think “democratic? is the best adjective, it would be shamefully inappropriate to assume collaboration means “voting on a means to an end?.
Folks may choose to stick the label of collaboration onto any form of art where people have agreed to some mode of creating a product, whether this be choosing someone to “be in charge? or dividing tasks, but this seems inaccurate. In such projects, there is an important distinction between those isolated moments of collective decision-making that can be described as “collaborative? or democratic, and the vast majority of time and process that models some input-output mechanic. Real collaboration is an unpredictable stream of action, where all agents attempt to participate in and consense on the next moment of action. It requires the sort of on-going, complex communication that intuitive gesture best delivers. This form of honest collaboration is difficult to observe or quantify, because the requirements of constant, informal participation and consensus are practically impossible to “measure?. The only thing approaching proof is personally feeling the honest experience, sensing your own participation as well as the collective input.
By this description, our class’s most successful project was the shadowbox showing. In the small group I participated in, there was a clear sensation that everyone’s input was valid and valuable, that there was no chosen or assumed decider, and we were really all making it from moment to moment. This theme seemed to extend to the class, evident by the amazing finished products and the universal confessions that nobody had a clue what was going on.
In comparison, our least collaborative effort was probably walking across the Washington Avenue Bridge. As the twenty or so of us made our way over, less than five people seemed to feel comfortable suggesting a course of action. As we were about to start our half-hour trek, there was a clear air of confusion and dissatisfaction in the group. Some went and did their own things, others more or less cooperated with the plan to stay slow, silent, and spread out the whole time. Since we had “decided? what to do, any deviance from this plan for the next thirty minutes felt a little uncooperative or just uncommitted, certainly not spontaneously collaborative.

October 28, 2008


Collaboration... Teamwork, effort, support, fun, goals, missions these are all parts of collaborating that i think of when attempting to describe what collaboration means to me. Growing up i was the typical athlete, going from team to team on a mission to reach our goals and do our best, nothing of this type of collaboration would have ever crossed into play for me. Arts wasn't very included in that part of my life. Yet coming here i see that not only are we a team, but we are a group that relies on one another learns together and continues to express how we feel about our emotions,experiences as well as our triumphs or defeats. Although when i thick of such triumphs or defeats its hard to pin point the line in which to walk that truly justifies what is such success or what is failed. In collaboration there is no such thing if something has been learned or experiences or even just attempted. Making food was my favorite. Cooking and just sharing a meal that related so easily to our everyday lives was by far the most rewarding for me. Sharing a meal and time to prepare is no easy task. Although some of our assignments like the dinner were rewarding to me other i found to not be as much like that of the bridge walking. For some reason this whole idea seemed so cold, isolated and just not collaboration. I think that alot of it does depend on our moods and our willingness or eagerness to be involved with these experiences but from what we have done so far i have come along way to realizing that collaboration is not just about a team with certain already pre-set goals but advances in knowledge feeling or expressions that will continually shock and surprise us.

October 25, 2008

Speech time

Karsten Jensen
ARTS 1905
Freshman Seminar
The Art of Collaboration

This course has turned out to be very different than I initially expected; I imagined it would only explore arts in the twin cities area, but it has gone much farther beyond that, and I must admit that I love it. My concept of collaboration before was actually quite limited: I knew to a certain extent what it meant and that it was necessary in music at least, because I had participated in so many ensembles and musical productions that I knew everyone had to work together to accomplish the goal of creating the final piece of music. However, I now realize how important it is in every aspect of life, and even more so in working with those who perhaps do not share your same interests or views. Ignoring, even erasing the sketches of stereotypes is essential to any kind of collaboration, whether the arts are involved or not, and in every aspect of life. Collaboration means breaking down the borders of disrespect or discomfort between individuals and groups – learning to coexist and work with others that we might not normally, to combine your talents with theirs to not only create something more interesting or meaningful, but also to learn from others, and them to learn from you.
I think the class that we all loved and collaborated best together in was when we made dinner at Michael’s Open Eye Figure Theater studio in groups. Each group had to work together in preparation as well as deciding what to cook, assigning roles, and bringing what we each knew to make it a better experience overall. It was feasible to collaborate in this situation, likely because most of us are familiar with cooking with others before. The Banana Ritual, however, was new to us all. Probably most of us partake in rituals every day, whether they are habits or rituals that are religious or part of our own family’s tradition. I think this was the most I have been stretched to be creative collaboratively, but it was very interesting and fun to be crazy, creating a fanciful ritual that was of utmost importance in the moment – at the same time, I realized how silly and even intimidating other rituals in life are, and that makes me want to step out of society’s constraints. I also loved going to MIA, though we worked as individuals there instead of collectively to find. I don’t think anything has failed completely so far, save for the shadow theater boxes, during which my group was the “dysfunctional group? until the last day. I think something changed in our perspectives that day, because we enjoyed working together and had a lot of fun.

Danika's two cents

For me, working with a group of people I find myself connecting with is the beginning of collaboration. When the group no longer needs to ask one another questions and "manners" so to speak are not necessary. Everyone involved gets what's going on and does it. Collaboration can also be a solitary experience though. Just flowing in you actions (often multi-tasking) is collaborative for me. When several aspects of myself are working constructively at the same time (one one thing or a few different things) I get into a really great zone of working with myself. All in all, real and complete creative honesty in every meaning of the words either alone or with others is collaboration.

As far as successful or not so activities, I would say some successes were
-the banana ritual. i didn't think too much of it (aside from being fun) until it was all put together. That was really cool. I'd like to see it!
-the m.i.a. tour. what an awesome way to see a museum and get to know each other. really.
-shadow show. This was a hella cool first activity. there were lots of glitches, but it got everyone thinking and laid a good groundwork.

Didn't do it for me:
-the dinner. I wish this would have been something more than it was. I wanted the meal to be more socially wholesome. And yeah, it was probably table set up. regardless, though.
-the bridge walk. though i didn't walk across the group so maybe i shouldn't be one to talk, i didn't like the idea of having to block other people to do the activity. going on top of the bridge was kickass. i do love the idea of going slowly across the bridge though. that is really nice.

October 23, 2008

300 Words + MIA Visit

To me, the idea of collaboration is very related to the beauty of the arts. One person alone controlling their work doesn’t get very far, but when they allow flow to happen through them and they learn to direct that creative energy, beauty is the result. This mirrors my idea of collaboration because one person alone can only achieve so much. But when there are more minds working together on one goal, so many more ideas come forth that would never have been present before. In this way, that one goal goes from becoming one simple thing to something even greater. One person alone may create something beautiful, but many can improve that work and make it something truly incredible that could never have been achieved by the one person.

The most successful events in my mind were the shadow box puppets and crossing the bridge. These were the two that made me challenge what I thought I knew and gave me new insight. The shadow box puppets helped me to realize that I don’t have to have control in order to have a part in something wonderful, and that I can let go of my ego and play like a child. The bridge made me think on a higher level about time and its flexibility and inflexibility. It may be the one thing that binds us to everything around us, but we have control over how we let it affect us. It really is something to think about and something that I would love to explore as an art media.

While I do think that some events were more eye opening than others, I don’t think that any event “failed.? Some however, such as the ritual, were to me more fun to get caught up in than challenging or difficult to understand. The ritual was very exciting and I enjoyed being a part of it, but it didn’t touch me as deeply as some of the other events. This doesn’t mean that it was that same way for everyone though, and some may have begun to think on a different level because of it.

The trip to MIA was wonderful. It helped me to experience art in a gallery/exhibit setting in a new way, and it was fantastic to get to see it through my peers’ eyes. My piece interested me because of its subject matter and presentation. I love the idea of life versus death, as both something to be frightened due to its inevitability but also as a part of everyone and everything that is to be accepted such that rebirth can occur. The presentation of the piece was decisive without being showy or too obvious, which is a perfect balance to me.


Honestly, honesty was the most challenging thing I have come encounter within this class. That is the one thing you have to have to suceed within the class. Honesty with you self, to that you are not perfect, honestly to know that you can create something beautiful out of nothing. I think I can be the first to say that this class was not what I expected it to be. However, it as taught me more than I can imagine. It is through the key word collaboration that that makes the class what it is. What is it to collaborate? To work with other, to learn from others, to try, to succeed, and to fail and to yield something that is bigger than yourself. In our society today, we receive a miopic view of learning and acadamia. In school, one will go to class, listen to a lecture of someone that knows more than you, a student takes notes and and then proves that what they learned is indeed true. Then three weeks later, they reguritate that same information and dub it as knowledge. However, we learn a different kind of knowledge. A knowledge that comes from the experience of collaboration. Nothing teaches you more than first hand experience. To explore the fact that YOU with the help of others could maybe be the expert of an unknown realm because it is based on a completely subjective thought. It may not turn the light bulbs on around the world, but it can enlighten you in the truest form.
Art has been a difficult concept for me. It has always been difficlut for me to find a purpose for it. But why should you find it? Art does not have to prove anything. That doesn't mean that it doesn't have profound meaning. This class has taught me to work with others and to step outside of myself. To view a this world in a different lense, which becomes an entirely new world altogether.

Grand Adventuring Thus Far

From the very beginning of this journey, the exhilarating creative energy I have experienced has been immensely infectious. With the shadow puppet experiment, my group had the chance to play around with sticks, shapes, and even fire. I found my imagination running away with itself. With our first attempt to collaborate, I noticed how uncertain we found ourselves, but we embraced that tension and pressed onward. Even when we were not sure if we were creating something that would resonate with our audience, I notice now when I look back I was regrettably editing myself and that is when the creative juices stop flowing. But all in all, in order to keep the essence of play and flow alive, we let our ideas fly. I hope even though I found myself being particular the experience was more than enjoyable. I now try to push myself to play around in the same way every chance I get whether with art, theatre, writing, or just plain fiddling with found objects.
Walking across the bridge was another task that I think pushed our creativity in a direction we would never expect. Dreaming and meditating as we balanced our time was an interesting tension. I felt so relieved that day that I was not in a hurry to get anywhere as I usually am when I walk across the bridge. In some ways, I feel as if I conquered it. We even faced the grouchy folk who thought our slow pace was ridiculous. Why do they judge this way? I love that we challenged the norm and proved that society doesn't like it when things are different. Why? Change is the best!
The tribal ceremony was another task to be remembered. I did not want to dominate over others, but I wanted us to keep going and incorporate as much of our creative thoughts in the time we were given. I did become a little bossy, and I regret this, but I do think everyone in the group was heard in some way. For some reason, I always become like that when it comes to theater. I had so many thoughts, I just hope everyone's were heard and not just my own.
The trip to MIA was thoroughly thrilling! For some reason, being around that much art kicks me in the seat of my pants. The amount of artwork to choose from was so astounding that I found myself having to make difficult decisions between which piece of work would be my inspiration. I do think that we were given enough time for the assignment to work, but I have also been there before so I did not feel repressed in any way. I will definitely be returning however, as the work is phenomenal. I chose the piece I did because I felt a lot of dimension beneath the paint. The eerie subject matter and lack of color rubbed me in a strange way and I knew I could play around with its depth. I just want to say thank you for having the chance to see how everyone reacts to their favorite piece. I actually think that we should always test ourselves to see how we feel about every piece of work, because that is what I think, art is for.
This upcoming attempt to create a five minute performance should be challenging and wonderful for everyone as the sky is the limit. I am having the time of my life letting my mind run away from me.
I think that everything has been just right so far. We have to make our choices, make the art, let our spirits be free, and leave it at that. That's the beauty of it.
As we march onward, let the adventures continue to unfold!

Day at MIA

I loved going to MIA last week, but I have to agree that we didn't have nearly as much time as I would have liked to look around. There were so many things to see it was a little overwhelming for me. In the end I found a piece that struck a chord with me but I would have preferred more time to explore the place. My favorite part of the day was by far getting to see everyones pieces.

The Grand MIA

The trip to MIA was a whole lot of fun but there was only one problem i had with the trip....there was nowhere enough time for us to wonder...i onlyl got to look through the asian arts..and i didnt even get through all of that...so i felt a tad rushed to find a peice of art..and i ended up going with the "pleasure boat"...but when leaving i saw something else that interested me waaaaayy more...a samerai sword! so i think i might do my gesture on that instead...but we shall see....

MIAs commin at cha wit powa powa.

I was worried I wouldn't find anything that I could really connect to after wandering around until five minutes before we were supposed to be outside. Then I found that driftwood piece. It was fantastic. It reminded me of my dad. I can't wait to think of some great stuff to do for my presentation. It was great to see what everyone was into, and I can't think of a better way to have seen the museum at large. Definitely the coolest "tour" i've been on in a long time.

October 22, 2008

Ceci n'est pas une pipe...

I'm glad I was able to enjoy the MIA labyrotorinth last week. I went a couple of months ago, and was not in the right mood to be looking at ancient rich people's tapestries idealizing natural beauty while ignoring the dying peasants at their feet. I wasn't stoked to see everything from walking sticks to fishnets stuck in glass cases and labeled "priceless art". This time I was. I was able to just relax and let myself be overwhelmed with the beauty of the things we make. As our class wanders off into our individual caves-of-destiny these next two weeks to do battle with Darth Vader, cutting his face off to reveal a pubescent Mark Hamil, I am excited to see all the Jedi we will become.

Also: http://www.explodingdog.com/title/memoirsofabanana.html

October 21, 2008


Walking through rooms and rooms of art, gazing upon the pictures, paintings, sculptures, and woodworkings its kinda hard not to be overwhelmed. Yet, loosing yourself amongst such masterpieces is half the fun. Discovering where to go and what paintings mean the most was no easy task in a 3 story art museum. Although i found mine much easier than i thought i would. For the 20 min i had i spent 15 of it trying to force myself to pick a piece that was mediocre and that was suffice. i couldn't do it. finally while rushing through one of the rooms on the thrid floor it caught my eye. i stopped on point and found myself staring, and lingering on every detail. Now thats a peice that spoke to you. While everyone demonstrated how their own art work grabbed them, i found it amazing at the odd yet varied variety of the pieces that were chosen as a whole. I mean could you ask for a better day at the MIA?

October 17, 2008

Day at the Museum

This was an amazing activity to me. It allowed me to go out of my norm and enjoy art what it is to me, something wonderful and precious...

Something that Speaks to Me

I really enjoyed the trip to the MIA we took for class. I love looking at other people's creations. A lot of the art doesn't really speak to me, though. I can appreciate it, but it won't strike any deeper tones within me. While I was having a good time looking at all the different pieces, I was afraid that I would never find one that I could truthfully do my presentation on. At long last, after aimlessly wandering through room after room of chairs and ceramics and textiles, I finally stepped into a room that had photo after photo framed along the walls. I made it nearly around the whole room before I stopped in front of one picture and couldn't step away. At last, I'd found something that spoke to me.


Today going to MIA was awesome - I wanted to stay much longer, I liked looking at what everyone chose as their piece of artwork, and I actually felt really inspired by the Jade carving I chose; I'm excited to make my presentation!

October 10, 2008

ritual discussion

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October 9, 2008

Bridge Walk

When we were first assigned to walk the bridge for half an hour, I thought it would be nearly painful to walk so slowly. I was surprised at how, after a minute or so, it was very easy to shift gears into such a slow step. I found it nearly meditative, although I did feel a bit badly about clogging the bridge for the bikers and those who were late for class. It was nice, however, to be able to do a bit of people-watching and really feel how good it was to take your time for a change. It made me think harder about time and how relative it is, and how different it can be for each person. I wonder what would be accomplished if every person was assigned a pace to use for a day to a week, and then everyone met back up and discussed the experience.

Crossing the Bridge ;)

That was super strange and fun and werid and Crazy!! Walking across the Washington Ave. Bridge for about a half and hour was really an Iinteresting experience! I wanted to laugh the entire time, people were getting very frustrated with us. A lady said the Lord's name in vain awhiling passin next to me, ti was really a trip!! Someone stopped and asked, " What's up with the creppy slow motion walking" It was really funny. I keep singing a song that was stuck in my head over and over again. But in all it was one of the coolest and bravest things I have ever done!!!

It's a time-machine journey cata-tastrophy!

I did enjoy the trip across the bridge, though I was at first worried people would assume we were protesting. (At least one of them, a friend of a friend, reportedly did.) Shame we can't experiment art in the real world without people thinking we're trying to "protest". (disclaimer: I do on occasion partake in protest, including artful forms. This is not a rip on art actually MEANT for that purpose.) It's probably a response from the fact that we are so invaded by advertising in one form or another that people become very adverse to any form or experience that seizes their attention.

But really:

At first my mind and body were jarred at the incredibly unnatural shifting of gears required to take a half hour crossing the bridge. After getting into it, the nearly unchanging, seemingly endless tunnel ahead and all around, with no progress made and people zipping past, I felt escaped from time. By the end of the journey I must have escaped space aswell, because the experience of changing my position (walking through a changing environment instead of a continuation of the tunnel-bridge) was very jarring. I felt compelled to stay still, the world was spiraling ahead and I couldn't catch up. This was the closest I have ever felt an understanding of the limitations of our perception of time and space.

Crossing the Bridge in Slow Motion

Honestly when I first heard we had to walk the bridge in 30 minutes I didn't think it was going to feel very long. When I take my time crossing the bridge and walk very leisurely it takes me about seven minutes. I figured that I would just walk 75% slower. No big deal.
Strangely when we started the walk I was excited. I even had a touch of butterflies in my stomach. I couldn't stop smiling and couldn't help but to look around at everyone. For about the first eight minutes I just constantly looked around at other people in the class and the people just passing by. I was very intrigued by other people and I wanted to know what they were thinking.
Slowly the excitement and my interest in other people started to dwindle. I soon found myself counting. I hate counting. For some reason every time I run my brain feels the need to count my steps. I hate it, it drives me crazy, and makes time seem to pass by so slow. I desperately tried to get the counting voice out of my head.
Eventually I was able to stop the counting voice by looking at the river and thinking about the various things it reminded me of. For the rest of the 20 minutes walking across the bridge I just let my mind wander. I love doing that. I love having absolutely nothing to do except kill time. I felt so calm and relaxed. I soon forgot where I was and what I was doing because I was so absorbed in my own thoughts. Surprisingly I was slightly disappointed when the 30 minutes were up.

October 7, 2008

Traveling Through

Crossing the bridge last Thursday in exactly thirty minutes for the first time was an absolutely inspiring experience for me. What seemed to be a time management challenge became a spiritual journey into the imagination. As I experimented with different ways to walk across, whether skipping or crawling, leaping, or dancing, I used the time on the bridge to explore everything I was able to do. I thought to myself, here we have this half an hour to whatever we want, how should I spend it? I found myself lost in daydreams, imagining distant lands and creating characters. I am an absolute fan of writer Roald Dahl, author of Matilda, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, The BFG, and many many more, so I tried to create a story kind of how he creates one. I imagined a three headed triplet, two girls and a boy. One of the girls is very boisterous and a crazy tomboy, while the other girl is reserved and a hopeless romantic, and the boy is very shy and Peter Pan like. They live near the river in a junkyard, collecting bits and pieces to build a boat so that one day they can go exploring. They have to leave behind their father who is an octopus and they have to escape from him because he won't let them go. Breaking ties with their abusive father they are free to sail the river one night when they succeed. I tried to think of things they run into.. maybe you have some ideas? Let me know! Be as creative as you want. Other than that, I thought of my relationships with people and of different scenarios with them. In the last minute before crossing, I had about two feet to travel so I went as slow as possible. As the minute changed as I stepped over, I rejoiced, for I didn't think I could do it. I did run into two friends of mine who were pretty perturbed about the sight of us walking slowly like zombies, and I did overhear one girl say how stupid our assignment was. I must say that there was not a single thing ridiculous about our actions because I learned to meditate and escape no matter where I am. Taking time to travel is the perfect time to travel through the mind. When the policeman barked at us, I felt rebellious in a good way, as if we were right in taking our own sweet time. Traveling however we wished to. Society shouldn't have a hold on the way we walk, at least we own that freedom. I thoroughly enjoyed this experience because it was impeccably freeing. I saw the world in a different way and now I know that wherever I go my imagination goes too.

SLOW Small steps....

Everyday i walk across the Washington Ave bridge atleast 4 times... im always the one with the constant passing or vearing to avoid the slow walkers on the sides... class is the first priority. I couldn't help but feel guilty of the fact that as i walked across the bridge with slow, small steps that i was causing some frustration, distress and anxiety about attending class on time or the sheer fact that we were annoying. The littlest things always have the biggest impact on the larger picture.. and crazy how it only took one of us to come up with the idea to do such an expirement and about 20 to carry it out and it affected hundreds of passing U of M students so greatly... now if we could just use such tactics and put it to good use... thatd be something to see...

Half an hour on the bridge

I guess I've been highly influenced by society and it's high-speed take on basically every aspect of life. I was very upset when I found out I wouldn't be able to bike across the bridge anymore, so taking a half an hour to cross the bridge was daunting to me. I timed us as we walked to the East Bank, it took about 4 and a half minutes. Then began the long trek back. And even knowing that I should go slowly to make the bridge last the entire time, it was hard for me. That bridge always looks super long, no matter what. As soon as five minutes in, though, I'd settled into more of a rhythm, one that I was able to keep up the entire way. And while the focus was supposed to be more inward, I couldn't help noticing the looks that some of the people passing by were giving us. And listening to some of their comments. It was hard to keep a straight face at times and pretend I wasn't listening in on their conversations. After finally reaching the end of the bridge, it was really weird to walk quickly again. It took a while before it felt normal, but then it was right back to fast-paced life. If only we could slow life down like that more often, and for things more significant than just a walk across the bridge. I can definitely see the beauty of it.

October 6, 2008

"What's The Hurry?"

I thought I'd never enjoy crossing the Washington Avenue Pedestrian Bridge after the first couple of times doing so. I was never one to find joy in simply walking, so lately I've been skipping the long trek and hopping on the bus, even to merely cross the river and get off at Coffman...

But this experience on the bridge I so desperately despise gave me a feeling that I never would have thought would come over me on that bridge: enjoyment. When Michael told us we were to take a half hour to cross the bridge that normally took only five minutes, I was really intrigued. Almost immediately I started getting crazy ideas on how we could use this to really piss a lot of pedestrians off. So en route to the east end of the bridge I started bouncing ideas off my peers. Nearing our experiment's starting point, we all seemed to agree that we should form a tight cluster to try and block other pedestrians.

But thanks to Chrissy's convincing "outside-of-the-box" thinking, I was persuaded to change the plan. Instead of sticking together as a group, we realized a sense of individuality would enhance the experience. As a group, no one stands out significantly, and therefore no one risks the chance of being embarrassed by their own actions. If we were to spread out, we would make ourselves more vulnerable and self-conscious. A sense of vulnerability is the best way to overcome our self-consciousness, causing us to no longer care what other people think and only focus on how we ourselves think and feel.

Occasionally, someone would come up to me and ask what we were all doing. To this I would simply respond with something like "You're moving really fast" or "What's your hurry?" I may have freaked some people out, but I know that I got them thinking as well. Exactly what I wanted.

The whole time I was inching along, I kept thinking, "Time can't hold me down!" This got me thinking about how great it would be to live without time restraints and schedules. I realized that this could never be possible as long as I have to work to support myself and survive. But at some point near my dying days, when I'm unrestricted by dates and priorities and financial security, I hope to live a lifestyle without time limits and schedules. Without the presence of time, I wouldn't ever think about how much time I have left in my life.

I don't think I completely understand the reasoning behind this exercise and how it ties into the art of collaboration. It struck me as an almost completely individual activity. However, I don't find it necessary to fully understand it. The experience was enough to take in.

Bridge Experience

I think walking the bridge for 30 minutes was intriguing, because the body and mind is not use to walking slow to that extent. Because I was not use to that pace the first couple of ten minutes were tough to adjust to a new tempo. I had to readjust my tempo again to make to my next class on time, which leads me to think that society is set up to move at a relatively fast pace.
When I was walking across the bridge for thirty minutes I was more aware of the people, signs, and everything else surrounding me on the bridge than other times I have crossed the bridge. I attribute the slow pace to allow me to be more perceptive of my environment.

October 4, 2008

feeling fine... getting detained

We were supposed to take a half hour to cross the bridge. Having just had some coffee for probably the third time in my life, I was feeling a little jittery. (Pumpkin flavored latte was a pretty good call though, Lyric). I thought going with the group, as collaborative as that may be, seemed a little claustrophobic. I also wasn't a big fan of one of the plans to block off the bridge completely. I decided getting on top of the bridge would be a blast and a half, and with the ideally placed fence I couldn't resist. So, waiting until no one seemed to be paying much attention, I climbed up the fence and got on top of the bridge. Under my horrible influence, Ryan did the same. I missed the poorly placed warning sign saying the top of the bridge was off limits and could result in a misdemeanor, and walked/ran crouched down until I was out of sight.

There was a beautiful sight from up there. Ryan and I sat down about a quarter of the way down the bridge and talked about the boundary waters which made me nostalgic, enhancing the experience. As we were getting up to leave we were greeted by the shouts of a UMPD cop who had climbed up a ladder to get us off the bridge. I didn't hear him at first, then debating whether to run to the other side or go speak to the officer. Ryan didn't think twice about going to speak to him (he must have better judgement,,,) After making it down the ladder and being scolded for endangering ourselves and him and plahahblahblahogadyboogady, the officer took our names and told us he didn't want to write us a ticket because he was about to get off work... umm. I told him I liked his boots (they were way sweet), and hopefully no one follows up on that. Cameras everywhere really creep me out. Honestly, I don't want to be seen everywhere I go. *shivers*

Reflectively: so worth it.

October 2, 2008

Wes Vs. A Tall Building

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Tracing The Arch! with Wes

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Seward Witches Tower

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The Jellyfish Catastrophe

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Floating heads

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Lakeland Native

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Gestural Hand on Building

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Building Gesture (Katharine Hooper)

The randomness of Conors Hands

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First Ave dos

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Not on a Buliding but a park.... sorry :(

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Appear and Disappear

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Eric's Hand Motion

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Slow around down.

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Wes Goes To A Show

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Nicole's Floating Hand

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Strolling Along

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Jazz Hands!

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