Kiwi!

For his master’s thesis, an animation student created a short film about a kiwi who followed its dreams to the end. We’re talking about the bird, not the fruit. Unlike other birds, the kiwi is incapable of flight. It—actually, let’s engender it—he, only has small, stubbed wings that cannot lift him into the air. Longing to achieve flight, the kiwi spends what appears to be years constructing a forest on the vertical face of a cliff. Once built, the kiwi jumps off the cliff and “flies” through a forest, fulfilling a lifelong goal. The film ends as bittersweet tears stream from his eyes. The animation fades to black. We realize we’ve just witnessed a suicide.

The video, you can watch it here on YouTube, has raised a good deal of controversy in the comments.

Much of the discussion revolves around whether the film gives positive or negative messages. Positive, in that the kiwi had finally achieved his dreams. Negative, in that the kiwi had killed himself in the pursuit of something outside his limits. Both arguments are valid, and the arguments continue for 78,000+ comments (at the time of this posting) with no mutually decided “right” answer. Discussions like this are numerous. Especially so on the Internet. Especially so over a good piece of art. And “Kiwi!” is just that.

It’s just art.

An impressive work of art, no doubt, that raises good discussion and stirs the pot, making viewers feel something. But the important thing to realize is that the video is neither “good” nor “bad” in isolation; like most things, it can be reflected in positive and negative light. Regardless of this morally ambiguous identity, the film explores an important concept: potential vs. desire.

There’s a good mathematical way of looking at this. (I apologize in advance; I know this is an art blog). If you take piano playing, for example, and allot musical ability on a scale of one to twenty-five, you can score pianists based on two parameters—potential and desire—each worth one to five points. Potential you cannot control. Potential is one’s natural aptitude for piano playing. Desire you can control. Desire is the amount of time and energy one invests in something. For some people, they are born with an affinity for piano playing, maybe at a score of five. If these people were to invest a good deal of time (a four or five on the desire scale) into piano playing, they could be very accomplished in the art, receiving a cumulative total of twenty to twenty-five. This is great, for they reached their full potential. But then there are other people. These people have little to no affinity for piano playing, so their potential score is a one. This means if they invested their full effort into the art, the highest score they can achieve is five. This is the kiwi. The kiwi has little potential for flight, so despite his hard work, he’ll never be that good. Ergo, he dies trying.

This is sad. But we can find consolation in final success. Although he spent his whole life laboring toward short-lived benefits, he ultimately achieved what he wanted—flight. If you leave it at that, you can step away from the film with a happy feeling. The kiwi had a goal-driven life and that is admirable.

Or you can look at the economics of the situation. The kiwi invested his efforts in a bad return on investment. That was stupid, and we can pity him for it. But the film only becomes depressing when think about the kiwi’s potential. Sure, the kiwi may not have held much potential for flight, but what about some unknown potential that he never tapped into? The kiwi could’ve held a strong affinity for swimming, but he never invested the effort. The kiwi died without reaching his full potential. He pursued his passion and that passion destroyed him.

Do you own your dreams? Or do your dreams own you?

That’s what the animation has presented. Some say that’s good, others say it’s bad.

It’s just art.

Rap: Art or Commerce

A common appraisal of the oft-overlooked lyricism in contemporary hip-hop is the idea that rap verses are modern poetry. Rap artists qualify for the structural paradigm of poetry self-evidently. A typical rap verse maintains a tight internal structure, rhyme scheme, and meter. But poetry is more than a series of rhymes. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, poetry can be defined as:

“imaginitive or creative literature in general”

This definition problematizes the traditional argument for the inclusion of rap lyricism into the canonical body of poetry. Sure, rap rhymes and follows a consistent structure, but the lyrics generally serve a commercial interest – selling an idea of a specific lifestyle. Moreover, the genre of rap comes along with a set of expectations over what content rap ought to present its audience. Therefore, rap lyric construction is an inherently formulaic process. This repetitive, formulaic process of song construction directly contradicts the notion of imaginative, spontaneous, and original creation that connote poetry. So, in an industrial moment like the mid 2000’s, when rap artists were expected to write songs about conspicuous consumption and the luxurious lifestyle their musical success afforded them, was there a space to be spontaneously creative?

I think Kanye West’s “Can’t Tell Me Nothing” is a highly creative, self-reflexive twist on the mainstream rap formula. West’s song conforms to genre expectations wholeheartedly. The chorus, “Wait till I get my money…/then you can’t tell me nothing” Demonstrates the typical attitude of a young, successful rap artist egotistically flaunting their wealth. Yet the story of the poem follows West’s inner struggle to maintain a functional, grounded personal life in the face of industrial and public pressure to live like a pop icon. Moreover, West inflects this struggle with images from his past, using Biblical motifs to problematize consumer culture with the Christian ethics of his life before fame.

The opening lines of the song show Kanye balancing the his elevated wealth with his desire to stay grounded:

“I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven/When I awoke I spent that on a necklace/I told God I’d be back in a second”

In three lines, Kanye tells a compelling story. He begins with a dream to make it big, but once he gains riches, he struggles to maintain his value system, conspicuously consuming under pressure to be a rap icon, and compromising his original values. Rather than use his wealth for good, he spends his money on a gold cross chain – an ironic transvaluation of Christian ethics to worshipping the almighty dollar.

In later lines, Kanye notes presents a highly self-aware and playful image of the opposing forces that tug at him:

“So if the devil wear Prada/Adam Eve wear Nada/I’m in between, but way more fresher.”

Kanye references a popular movie, Biblical imagery, and his internal struggle to negotiate the pop-culture world and his personal world in one compact, formulaic rhyme structure. He breathes a fresh take on a tried and true formula to not only stamp his personal identity on a commercial structure, but also to problematize the culture of mainstream rap. Kanye’s greatest creative success is in transforming a formula into a mode of personal expression.

Fake News

I’ve always supported the idea of humor as an art. Even more so when that art has a point. What a commentary on our country’s current political and social climate that quote on quote fake news sources such as Jon Stewart’s “The Daily Show,” and Stephen Colbert’s “The Colbert Report” are actually offering up more accurate and intelligent sources of news than most of the cable networks are. Recently, John Oliver has joined the humor news world with his own show on HBO, a network that allows him a bit more freedom to critique and criticize the overall failures and incompetencies of our government. I want to share two segments of John Oliver’s “Last Week Tonight,” both of which provide sharp, nuanced looks into two problems that are rarely viewed in changing ways. The first regards the country’s mass incarceration system, a problem– as you know if you’ve read Michelle Alexander’s “The New Jim Crow”– that is so heinous and out of control it has both liberal democrats and conservative republicans scrambling together to find a solution. John Oliver hits all of the important facts in just over 15 minutes, all the while capturing the scope and enormity of the problem while also making hilarious jokes. This is a hard thing to do!! But perhaps, he figures, one way to get people to finally start paying attention to this problem is to make them laugh. Well, here you are:

 

The next segment is much shorter, but provides a hilarious situation in which John Oliver, frustrated by the lack of visible representation in many aired debates on climate change, brings in 97 climate change scientists to argue against 3 climate change skeptics, so as better to match the actual representation of the ratio between believers and non-believers. The way he builds up to this moment is also extremely funny and, again, provides a new perspective on the issue. Instead of asking Americans whether or not they believe in climate change, he argues, polls should test whether or not Americans are wrong about something that is certainly happening. One more to enjoy here!

 

Creating a Space to be Creative

You read that right people. Today we need to delve into the topic of creating a space that is worthy of your presence and helpful in getting your creative juices flowing. It’s all about the vibes that you enjoy and the kind that gets you thinking about being productive.

Let’s talk solely about bedrooms, dorm-rooms, whatever place you may sleep, eat, and attempt to do homework in. This is an essential place in which you should find yourself being productive in. I know some people love going to the library to study or a coffee shop, but let me tell you, when that winter storm hits the streets (and it will), your thoughts on leaving wherever you reside will be nonexistent. Therefore, having your room be as helpful to your life as possible is so very important.

1. Make it comfy

Feather down pillows, 400-thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets, down comforter. Aaahhh.

Comfort is always key. Your bed, should be a mountain of fluffy clouds that, when jumped in, you lose all memory of what it is you need to be doing. Therefore, when you have your bed piled perfectly high with the right amount of comforters and pillows, stay far, far away from it. I mean it. Find a stool, a chair, a desk, or anything that you can sit on that’s sturdy and is forcing you to sit upright in. This is important for when you are doing your work. You can work endlessly on projects, schoolwork, writing, drawing, or whatever else you need to get done, and when you will undoubtedly reach your wit’s end, cannon ball right into that mass of comfort.

2. Have Pictures/Words that You Enjoy Surrounding You

Robert Rauschenberg// This image interestingly combines text and image in the form of the text being part of the image : The stop signs, and traffic signs. This is a rather easy way to combine text and image, and is effective because people will recognise it straight away.

What I mean by this is: have an image from your favorite editorial posted on your wall, a quote from a favorite movie taped to your desk, or a painting that you’ve created hanging above your bed. Surrounding your space with images or words that inspire you is a great way to visually stimulate your mind. They indicate moments of creativity from others, or yourself, and staying inspired is always important in any creative space.

3. Don’t Underestimate Lighting

This is actually pretty cool because it counts as wall art but I love the soft glow that you end up with for the light!

Lighting can make or break a work environment. From dim and super bright, to yellow and blue, lighting is an important way to determine a space’s ambiance. Yes, you may need to see when you do your work, but can you relax your mind enough to think clearly with that bright yellow light shining? That is the question. Have varying lighting options so you can choose what kind of creative space you may want to work in.

These are just a few tips that have helped me decorate my bedroom, and create a creative space in which I can be productive in. Of course, it is all about what you enjoy surrounding you and inspiring you, and I encourage everyone to take into consideration how the environment you reside in can make or break your creativity.

 

Edgar Allan Poe and the Art of Pretention

Let me start this by saying that I do not hate Edgar Allan Poe or his writing. In fact, I quite enjoy the things I have read that he has written. Instead, I hate how America has turned his name and works into a shorthand for “intelligent” or “gothic” (Hot Topic gothic, not art/architecture gothic). This has become such a pandemic that just hearing the name Edgar Allan Poe makes me groan in exasperation. Yes, his writing is interesting and deserves analysis, but why has this racist, obsessive, alcoholic become Hollywood’s poster boy for those quirky intelligent types that they love?

I understand why society might have chosen him. Everybody recognizes his name, he can be difficult to understand for people not used to literary analysis, and his writing is usually very dark and intimidating. Do you also know why I don’t understand it? Because everyone and their mother has read him, everyone has watched or made some sort of parody/interpretation of “The Raven”, everyone likes his writing. This is not a unique thing anymore. We can’t separate the goths from the populars by their appreciation of Edgar Allan Poe anymore. Lets, as a society, stop pretending that he is some sort of genius that only the most macabre can understand.

The use of Edgar Allan Poe in the way that I have described is my definition of pretentiousness. Your TV show does not become more intelligent because you added some slight allusion to “The Fall of the House of Usher”, your character is not more sympathetic because they carry around a copy of “Annabel Lee”, and you movie certainly is not worthy of praise just because its some action-ized remake of “The Telltale Heart”. I am not going to sit here and pat you on the back because of these things. If you actually did something new and interesting with it, then I might consider it, but until then, you still have a lot to prove to me.

I think the thing that pisses me off the most is that I can no longer read an author’r work without feeling like a pretentious asshole for liking it. So America, save me and start using other amazing literary works for your metaphors. Want your character to look intelligent? Have them read Faulkner. Want to add some darkness to you plot? Base it off of HP Lovecraft. Need some witty allusions? Feel free to use James Joyce. There is so much out there to work with, so why don’t you? I will stand by the sidelines waiting while you make some oh-so romantic reference to “Romeo and Juliet”.

Why I Don’t Want to be Smart

I hate the word smart. It comes steeped in so many connotations that I’m always skeptical when someone uses this word to describe me. A on a paper – smart; correct someone’s spelling – smart, maybe a know it all, but smart; remember the name of the man whose assassination was the catalyst for WWI (archduke Franz Ferdinand) – smart. Smart can mean dorky, smart can mean pretentious, smart can mean you’re expected to have all the answers. Frankly, I don’t want to be smart. Cue gasps (sorry mom and dad).

What I do want to be is educated, intellectual, motivated, maybe even talented. To be labeled as smart comes with too much baggage and the wrong kind of assumptions. Take me and my step-brother, for example. We both went to the same high school and college, we both got about the same grades, thus both of us have been called “smart.” But we’re completely different. He can look at a textbook and memorize it’s contents, I need to take thorough notes and study. He’s an excellent test taker, I’m average. Where he excels in the ability to retain information, I excel in hard work. We got the same grades because where I was struggling to understand concepts he was struggling to put forth the effort. I work harder, he knows more facts. So who is “smarter?”

Take jeopardy, the game where your smartness means nothing if you can’t hit the buzzer at exactly the right time, and if you are able to do both, well, that’s just talent. A baseball player or coach’s ability to analyze the game, know the physics, strategy, and history of the sport, is that talent or smarts? Every time someone refers to someone else as “smart” I start thinking about how different that person’s brand of smarts is from mine. No he just works hard; no he just knows facts; no she’s just talented; no he’s all talk; no she just has a big vocabulary. Not smart. None of these qualifications for smart seem to add up to anything cohesive. Street smart, book smart, hard working, photographic memory – these are all contradictions, yet they all fall under the category of smart. With this, the whole ideology behind smart begins to unravel itself.

The concept of smart is a flawed one; it is a generalization that seeks to rank individual worth, but as I’ve hopefully shown, we all express completely different types of smarts. I think it’s time to develop a new go-to vocabulary to acknowledge people’s strengths, then we can step back and see how interdependent we are on one another instead of trying to make a hierarchy out of the rigid smart/dumb binary we are so wrapped up in. If it weren’t for the science minds out there, I wouldn’t have a computer or an iPhone, and if it weren’t for people like me, those people wouldn’t have art and literature or this blog for that matter. I’m throwing smart out in exchange for creative, articulate, and educated, what about you?