Can’t say it? Sing it. (#1)

Hello, world. Or hello, Michigan. Really just hello to whomever happens to be reading this. My name is Josie, I’m a current senior at UMich studying English and Spanish with a minor in music, and this is a weekly glimpse into the chaos of my mind.

As to why I am writing on arts, ink:

For as long as I can remember I have been most easily able to express myself through written words. I’ve been anavid reader and writer since I was about six years old, and have taken my passion for writing in many directions since then. Poetry, prose, forensics, stage, and screen acting are all avenues I’ve pursued in some way, shape, or form throughout the last fifteen years or so of my life. However, from very early on, one particular way of expressing myself fought its way to the top of my list of passions.

Songwriting.

I first picked up a guitar at age 8 after 4 years of piano lessons. Within a few months, I wrote my first song–a simple 3-chord children’s song I called “Sun is Shining.” (My mom still whistles it while she does house work and such sometimes). From that moment on, I was hooked. I was never a diary kid. I didn’t see the point in writing all my feelings down on a page that no one would ever read except me. So instead, my guitar became my notebook, and my lyrics became my diary. I wrote about what moved me, the things which made me feel emotions strong enough to need to sing about, and people I met along the road of life who helped to change me in some significant way.

 (9-year-old me)

When I was feeling lost in middle school, I wrote a song called “The Road to Nowhere.” When I was facing challenges in high school I wrote a song called “Wings” whose chorus read “I will take my wings / and I will learn to fly / so if I ever fall / I’ll fall knowing that I tried.”

(The picture below is from a small concert I gave at a local sub station where I played a few of my original songs for the first time. It was one of the moments I can remember which solidified in my mind that music was the one thing which could make me truly happy.)

I wouldn’t be an angsty young adult if I hadn’t written some sappy young love songs too. My relationships have forever been immortalized in the words of an embarrassingly long Word document of songs on my computer.

But why is music so important to me?

In the words of the introduction to the book I wrote on musical role-modeling in high school, “Music has gotten me through the good times, the bad times, the horrible times, and all the times in-between. It’s been something I can fall back on when life gets hard, and it’s led me to some of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, and I’ll ever know. It’s created opportunities for me of which I wouldn’t have had otherwise, and has always managed to put a smile on my face. It’s a part of me I wouldn’t trade for the world. Music nurtures, it teaches, and it grows inside a person until it’s an irremovable part of you. It allows you to believe more firmly in yourself, and helps explain so many situations of which you otherwise couldn’t explain. It’s a feeling you get deep inside—a joy of sorts that reassures you no matter how bad things may seem—how sad the song—those things will resolve. They’ll end on a happy note.”

My biggest role model growing up was my choir director in high school, Mr. Brusubardis. He was famous in our Wisconsin small town for saying really deep, intelligent things to his students. In fact, somewhere I still have a poster my friends and I made my senior year of our favorite quotes of his. But the one thing I remember him saying constantly was that music is a universal language. You can sing in English, Spanish, Greek, Yiddish, or complete nonsense syllables, and people will be able to understand what you’re trying to tell them through the emotion you put into the performance. In many cases, you don’t have to know which are the ‘right’ words to sing when you perform a song. You don’t have to spend hours painstakingly picking out the perfect words; you can just let go, be in the moment, and share what you feel inside with other people. Even if they cannot literally understand you, they will emotionally.

Because of this fact, I would like to welcome you to my 2020/2021 arts, ink blog: Can’t say it? Sing it. 

I’ll be posting about the songwriting process, sharing some of my own work, perhaps featuring other writers I know, and doing my best to relay meaningful information about music I’ve had the pleasure of learning in the last few years of my life.

I had the opportunity to work and learn within SMTD as a voice major my freshman year before switching to a music minor, have done workshops and masterclasses with relatively well-known musicians, and have spent over 12 years now crafting my own personal songwriting style. I also have participated in choral groups, 20+ musical theatre productions, and Michigan A Cappella for 4 years now. I’d be happy to answer any questions about any of my experiences!

Thanks for taking the time to read my slightly-long-winded introduction, and I look forward to posting in the weeks to come!

 

©SKETCHES BY MAKO: 00000000dreams

In perhaps my very first dream,

Last night I swam with sharks.

I was driving a rental

From suburbia to sea,

Golden light spotted

Against hooded car and pleather seat.

Komorebi Baby,

Can We Run 

Away From Everybody?

Until I reached a sandy shore,

Car smashed into fraying plank.

Dead fish atop rock,

Bones exposed, its skin peeling.

000000000000deep breath.

000000000000dive, into saltwater brink.

And below I find

The body of a shark,

Gills pulsing with the foam of crashing waves.

The flip and turn of a fin and tail—

Her majesty sings in ultrasound.

I look on with awe

As my ribs splinter

Her jaws take me in,

And I let her

Because to be

Consumed by something

So large yet so beautiful

Is perhaps the most peaceful way to die-00000


+KHAOS+ Birth I

EP 1: BIRTH I

EP 1: BIRTH I

The period of mass production of robots known as ‘SALV’ has begun in the year 2067 to protect humanity’s extinction from deadly meteorites that continue to destroy the earth, making it inhabitable for life. The unfinished UNIT-03 is the first model that will soon be tested to see if it is suitable to connect with humans.

 

+Author’s Comment+

Hi all, welcome to the first blog post of my art collection. Drawing robots and science fiction related settings have always been an interest of mine, so this is a very exciting opportunity for me. A new illustration will be published each week that follow the plot from the previous week’s post, indicated by a short description below the image. These images, however, can also be freely interpreted by the readers as well, so let your imaginations flow along!

Art Instagram account: @kats.art.folder

Get To Know Me!

Hi! My name is Sara Fox, and welcome to my blog: Sara Grooves. I am a senior dance major with minors in biology and gender & health. I was born and raised in the northern suburbs of Chicago where I attended New Trier High School as well as danced at Extensions Dance Company under the direction of Lizzie Mackenzie. 

While in high school I was an avid participant in Special olympics, for all four years, where I created a bond and friendship with my partner, that I still have today. In college I have also continued my love forvolunteering through supporting patients at the St. Josephs Hospital in Ann Arbor. While volunteering I  play games and make the patients stay at the hospital more comfortable. This year, I recently went through training so that I am able to volunteer my time at the Planned Parenthood in Ann Arbor. I escort the patients into the clinic without the fear of protestors preventing them from receiving the care that they need and deserve.

In high school I was part of Extensions Dance Company for four years. While at Extensions I was able to learn from some of the best in the business, including: Seth Robinson, Mike Gosney, Taylor Mitchell, and Jared Baker. I have had the amazing opportunity to perform at many events around Chicago including Inaside Dance Festival. I truly cherish all of the knowledge that I have gained from all of my teachers and truly believe that without Lizzie Mackenize, I would not be the artist that I am today.

In college I have had the amazing opportunity to work with Judy Rice, Jillian Hopper, Ron De Jesus, and Peter Sparling. I had the opportunity to audition for many shows that the department puts on and was even selected to participate in the dance departments annual show held at the Power Center for the Performing Arts during my freshman year! I was also recently elected to be the president of my dance company:  Cadence Dance Company, a student run and choreographed dance company on campus that I have been a part of for four years. I also joined the HerCampus team at Michigan where I have the ability to write casual, fun articles for women on campus here at Michigan. I have thoroughly enjoyed exploring the opportunity of writing articles for this organization that showcase my personality and voice. I hope that this blog explores my voice in a different sense as well, a more artistic and creative sense! 

In addition, for the past three years I have been working at a local dance studio in Ann Arbor. The studio, Dance Theatre Studio, has been a wonderful and welcoming community. This has been my first job as a dance teacher, and I absolutely love it! I am so grateful that the staff at the studio saw my potential it has been a fruitful three years. I feel that being a teacher and a student has allowed my dancing to vastly improve. 

I was recently asked to be the creative director of a non-profit organization for women in the arts: We Are Queens. This non-profit was founded by the amazingly driven Tal Kamin, a student, peer, and friend, in efforts to create a supportive community of women. A year after its creation it has transformed into so much more than that- it has become a supportive outlet for artists to connect and create with one another. Mentorship relationships with people in the professional world as well as creative collaborative projects is the focal point of this supportive non-profit. 

I plan to take my readers along as I interview dance students, cover dance department events and shows, and hopefully post dance content! This will be an exciting year and I can’t wait for you all to join me.

waves: the intro

photo cred: my phone, accidentally, while i was at a party summer 2019.

 

as my first blog post, i just wanted to say hi. i’m excited to see what i’ll do here. while we’re all tryna navigate this chaotic world, i want this to be a place for me — and hopefully, you reading this — to breathe. i was looking at the first couple lines of this poem on an old google doc, and thought i’d revisit it as a retrospective of my feelings about passion. sometimes, i feel so low that it’s hard for me to feel passionate about the things i know i want to accomplish in my life… and this year hasn’t been very helpful in picking up my mood. as a black trans person, i can say from first-hand experience that the world isn’t always so kind. but, there are moments (like, this poem i’m sharing) where i am able to say, “here i am. and that’s enough.”  so, i hope you like it, and, welcome to my blog.

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sometimes, i forget my body can take these torches 

of veins and light these pipelines of blood.

 

sometimes, i forget that a chest of living wishes 

finds home under my tongue

and that memories can dissolve into me like sugar there. 

 

sometimes, i forget that my organs are not made

of drying sand or the wind of a thousand last breaths,

but of flesh: warm, bare, and waiting 

 

for me to find the things that make me believe

i am living.

 

red’s the color of blood

 

 

 

Old Thoughts on My Body

From the rigid 

Rough beige, brown 

Of ripped nails on stubbed toes

 

Ashy feet on rugged heels

Using a finger a shade lighter than my face

I trace the line of my legs.

 

With feet that tap on, or offbeat 

That jump to reach 

That step closer to embrace.

 

I move up to my hips 

Hidden, or accentuated in tight jeans 

That cover the dark skin on my knees. 

 

I’ve had hands encircle them 

Lick them and look at them 

With like, love, or disdain.

 

I’ve moved them in vain 

In ways that make me feel sexy or 

Make people laugh. 

 

I’ve seen them in the mirror 

And how they fit or don’t fit 

With my breasts 

 

That I pushed out to look bigger 

Or suffocated to fit in 

Clothes that don’t fit.

 

I’ve rubbed my skin

As if the color was a stain 

Traced it to map where it came from 

Compared it to that of my loved ones.

 

My arms move up to feel my face 

Where I washed away dirt,

Popped pimples, and hated 

How instead of burning, 

It just blackens with the sun. 

 

 

 

 

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