LUCA VALENTE, Film & Video major, writes: A boy sits in class looking blankly up at his speaking teacher. Having lost interest in what she has to say, he turns his attention to the paper and pencil he has before him. He lightly holds his pencil and creates quick strokes on the page. They shoot out in different directions changing both in size and intensity. The teacher walks over and takes the sheet from under the boy's pencil...
A young man walks down the street kicking at an empty Coke can. He bumps shoulders
with a foreign man, who drops a book filled with images of Monet's paintings. The young man picks up the book and scans the opened picture. The foreigner nods his head as he takes back the book. The young man smiles as a new part of his brain sets into action, overwhelmingly flooding with creative ideas. He turns against the crowd of pedestrians and runs, pushing his way through...
A man stands before a painted canvas; one, geared by a factory-full of passion, which took weeks to prepare. The time has come for him to reveal to the world his thoughts and commentary on his and everyone else's rights. The line of eager viewers stand outside cuddled in the cold. As the man looks past the two officials examining his painting, he can feel the people outside; he senses their array of stories and backgrounds; he tastes their curiosity; he sympathizes with their struggles; he smells their lack of awareness. He nervously taps his palms together. The doors open and the people begin to slowly pour in. As they approach, the man extends his arm, and turns back towards his painting, just in time to see it being taken out of the exhibition. He stands knowingly, as the crowds of art enthusiasts push past him.
An older man sits silently in the corner of a large gallery. He blankly looks past the works of art and viewers, sipping Coke from a plastic cup. A man shakes hands with a woman in front of a painting across the room, and makes his way towards the older man. The man proclaims the older man's international success. The older man nods; lost. Time passes and yet the part of his brain once activated with intense passion now comes to a screeching halt, as the continual reproduction of the same genre of artwork stands to be continued. The older man sits in the corner the entire night until he is left alone; just him and his thoughts...
