An Artsy Afternoon

Contemporary art and I have an interesting relationship. Sometimes we get along, like two dancers weaving to a rhythmic beat, and other times we tip-toe in each others’ spaces, like hesitant friends at an awkward dinner party.

So it was with a bit of a sense of the unknown that I made my way to the Justina M. Barnicke Gallery to check out the current exhibition, I Thought There Were Limits. As I stepped into the gallery, I reacted as I usually do when it comes to contemporary art exhibits. I wondered: where is the art, and why is there so much space? I like creating art, but my paintings and drawings are a mish-mash of colours and shapes, words and half-finished poems, swirls, strikes, dots, random pairings of patterns and symbols…absolutely nothing like the art that stood staring back at me, daring me to take a leap.

And so, I leapt.

According to the colourful program that I picked up, the exhibit brings together five artists who “engage with both the material and conceptual dimensions of space”. Ah, Space, that most elusive of things. The exhibit spans two rooms, with one room hosting most of the art pieces, and the other engulfed by Kika Thorne’s piece titled Singularity (pictured below). I won’t go into detail about each work of art. I want you, my friend, to go and take a look!

Singularity by Kika Thorne

However, one piece caught my eye. It took the shape of a giant shiny silver blanket of sorts, slightly crumpled and lying on the floor. Not surprisingly, the piece was called Space Blanket, by Josh Thorpe. Yet it was the sound recording that formed the backdrop for the blanket which got me thinking. At first I thought I was hearing noise from the subway cars (if you’re ever in a lecture at OISE, you know what I’m talking about). Then, as I listened more closely, I realized that what I was hearing was a succession of footsteps that got increasingly louder, and then simply fell away. Intertwined with the sound of footsteps was the sound of classical music.

It could have been my imagination (that afternoon sunlight can play tricks sometimes). but every time the footsteps grew louder, the silver blanket moved ever so slightly – just enough to make me believe that perhaps it was moving on its own.

All of which got me thinking about Space. I was the gallery’s only visitor. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds around me. It seemed as though time had stopped, and I was carried by whatever note the music played next. I opened my eyes and found myself in rather empty space filled with sound and a few works of art. I realized that the title for the exhibit – I Thought There Were Limits – fit really well. There are no limits, until you create them. The art that did have physical limits in that open space did not have limits in my mind. Now that, my friend, is profound.

Since I had thought all the deep thoughts I had inside me, it was time to go. I really enjoyed Josh Thorpe’s work, but I could only reflect for so long on potential interpretations. So, off I went, only to be bowled over in Hart House’s next corridor by the Hart House Camera Club’s annual exhibit.

According to their website, the exhibit ended on April 21. I managed to catch it, and you may have a chance as well in the next couple of days. I must have spent a good 20 minutes immersing myself in all of the photographs, and creating stories as I went along. The photographs are fantastic!

Aaron Tan’s Tension is a compelling piece:

Tension, by Aaron Tan

Art Chow’s work is also wonderful:

Observer, by Art Chow

I was pleasantly surprised by both Justina M. Barnicke’s current exhibit, and my spontaneous discovery of the Camera Club’s eye-opening exhibit (its 91st edition, I might add). Have a spare hour or so? Treat yourself to an afternoon of art at Hart House. You may just be inspired to create spaces and stories of your own!

-Aziza

For more information about Hart House’s Camera Club, check out their website.

The Art of Forgiving Yourself

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”

- Mahatma Gandhi

We’ve all heard the expression “forgive and forget.”  For most people, it seems, that expression only applies to other people. We’re supposed to give loved ones, whether they be friends, family members, partners, or others, second chances. And that can be a struggle, especially when we have been wronged.  But I’ve learned that one of the hardest things to do is to forgive yourself for mistakes that you’ve made.

My first year was my worst.  Hands-down.  UofT intimidated me.  I can still remember walking into Con Hall and thinking “there are more students in this one class than in my entire high school.”  I lived in residence but homesickness took over within a few weeks. I struggled through my courses and felt a little lost on campus.  It wasn’t until the end of Year 1 that I decided to talk to someone.

I booked an appointment with my registrar’s office and walked my advisor through my issues.  I asked her to fix my situation. To make it right.  I wanted her to give me a step-by-step solution to all my troubles.  I wanted her to turn back time.

What she said to me completely through me off because it was so unexpected and seemed so irrelevant.  She looked me in the eye and asked me “If your best friend came to you with this issue, what would be the first thing that you say?”

I wasn’t really sure where this was going but I said “I’d tell her not to give up.”

“Oh?”

“Well yeah. I’d tell her to cut herself some slack.  Everyone makes mistakes.  And she’s resourceful enough to recover from a setback.”

And then she said “So why can’t you say that to yourself?  Why doesn’t that apply to you?”

I think that was one of the first times I realized that it’s okay to make mistakes.  To not have everything figured out.  Forgiving yourself doesn’t mean that you don’t have to deal with the consequences of your actions (and yes, there will be consequences).  It just means that those consequences don’t have to include shame, guilt, or depression.

I remember asking my advisor “if I’m not hard on myself, won’t people think that I’m not taking my situation seriously?”

She pointed out “do you think that your loved ones want you to be moping around?  Or do you think they’d prefer it if you were resourceful and found a way to rectify your situation?”

“Maybe I should change my study habits.”

“And you will. But before you can do that, you need to move on.  And the only way to do that is to forgive yourself.”

I remember walking out of the registrar’s office with a sense of relief.  I didn’t have a step-by-step solution to my problem like I’d hoped.  But I figured out a way to re-channel my time and energy to improving my situation instead of beating myself up over it.

I think, in the midst of the expectations that others have for us and those that we have for ourselves, we forget that we are human. That we fail.  And that presents one of the biggest barriers to letting go of the past and moving on.  Reminding ourselves that we are worthy of forgiveness is half the battle.

Till next time,

Ishita

Let’s make something amazing! #joyatuoft

So, last Monday at around 10 a.m. after a very late night and a very early morning, my restless pursuit of coffee through the Bahen Centre was met with this:

YES. It was like MY DREAMS HAD COME TRUE: my very own foot-piano! Delighted, I tapped out a little “Gin and Juice” before texting a very good friend and promising him I would serenade him in a way unlike any other if he would immediately make his way to Bahen Centre. This month - in the middle of winter, as Singles’ Awareness Day looms on February 14th – the office of student life is on a massive campaign to get students talking about how we find joy on campus. For me, joy is in the things like this; it’s something we can create.

As a result, my dear lifeatuoft readers, I propose a challenge: this month, make something. Make something cool. Make a piano you can play with your feet. Or whatever. Make something that no one’s going to mark you on but it doesn’t matter because it’s awesome. In high school, I used to paint and play in a garage band and build things in the tech wing of my school. Coming to university, many of us forget our old hobbies. So, I’ve compiled a list to get you started. Some of these are semester-long commitments, while (for the low commitment folks among us) some are only one-time workshops, and none of them are more than $10:

Film-making.
There’s a part of me, deep down inside, that wants nothing more than to be a documentary film-maker. As luck would have it, the U of T Film Festival is the perfect place to blaze my trail to cinematic glory. Submissions are due March 2 at 5pm, with screenings and awards on March 22.

Robots.
They’re taking over. Make yourself their master before it’s too late. Check out the University of Toronto Robotics Association to make all kinds of ridiculously awesome robots, some of which have even been featured on the Discovery Channel.

Open mic night at Hart House.
Make some noise! Poetry, comedy, improv jazz – whatever you do, come do it at Hart House. The next event is at 7:30 pm on February 16th, and it’s free. Bring friends!

Poetry workshops.
Some of you may remember that I blogged about one of the workshops with our Poet-in-the-Community, Ronna Bloom, in first semester. It was amazing, and that woman can make a poet out of anyone. Her next workshop – literally, “Writing your way out of a paper bag” – will be on March 2 at 12pm in the Hart House East Common Room. Free.

Animation.
A masterclass in low-budget animation, $10 on March 20 at 6pm, Hart House. “Understanding the Illusion of Life“ is a beginners’ workshop where we’ll learn how to make an animated film from brainstorm to final cut. Excited.

Photography.
A very active and amazing campus group, the Hart House Camera Club is currently accepting submissions of photography for their annual exhibition. If you’re still looking to develop your prints, they’re offering a “Darkroom Days” event thus Sunday (February 12) at 2pm.

Food!
If you like to grow food, you can get involved with Dig In! Campus Agriculture, who are an amazing student-led group committed to growing sustainable food on campus. They even do beekeeping! If you’d like to get busy in the kitchen, I suggest you check out Hot Yam, a student-led group where you can cook (or just eat!) healthy, delicious creations on Wednesdays at the Centre for International Experience. It’s okay if you just want to show up and eat their stuff and then run away. That’s what I do, and it’s delicious.

Crafts.
Every Thursday at 11am in the Hart House Reading Room, come get crafty, for free. Next week: friendship bracelets. Or, study group bracelets, should you feel so inclined.

Life drawing.
The Victoria College Life-Drawing club meets Tuesdays at 8:30pm in EM108. You can join them to draw, OR you can even get semi-naked for them and watch all kinds of student artists draw your luscious body. Your choice.

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Overall, I’m excited for all of the opportunities this month. With graduation and my future looming in the approaching not-so-distant future, a friend and I were chatting about what I intend to study in grad school. I listed a few of my ideas but told her that I couldn’t seem to decide which one, and her advice was to go out and create something in each discipline, and see which one felt right. In academic life, it can be easy to forget to stop abstracting and start creating, but maybe doing so is a great way for all of us to rediscover ourselves and see our interests in a new light.

Any other suggestions? Feel free to add them in the comments below!

In the meantime, show your classmates what you’ve been up to! Post your adventures to the Joy at U of T blog!

Jennifer

Dances of hope and healing

I’m surrounded by strangers and TV cameras and bright lights as far as the eye can see. Somewhat unlike a typical lecture, there’s a certain energy about the people in the rows and rows of wooden chairs. The excited buzz of conversation around the room is gradually replaced by a rhythmic clapping; each of three parts of the room carrying a different syncopated beat. African drums are struck at the front of the room, and in call-and-response, we all begin to sing.

This isn’t the way I thought we’d communicate about a disease that currently affects millions of people every day. I expected an evening of solemn statistics and heavy hearts. What I found was a celebration of common humanity, when on Wednesday night I attended a World Aids Day event at Hart House, presented by the Stephen Lewis Foundation.

As many of you probably know, Stephen Lewis was, from 2001 to 2006, the United Nations Special Envoy to HIV/AIDS in Africa. I first learned of his incredible work in 2005 or 2006 when a high school teacher encouraged me to read Lewis’ Massey Lecture, Race Against Time. I was able to see Lewis speak during the following year at a public library, and was captivated by his passion to not lead from an office, but from the ground. In perfect contrast so many volun-tourists and 2-week-prophets that like to speak about Africa, Stephen Lewis exhibits an authentic commitment to reaching out and genuinely caring for other human beings without a hint of self-righteousness.

The event was opened by a stunning spoken word poetry performance by d’bi.young titled “Dear Mama,” telling the story of a Canadian daughter sharing news of her HIV diagnosis with her mother at home in Africa. Tears trickled down my face as she pleaded, “mama I want to come home / only you alone can love me / but ya have to promise / that ya won’t tell nobody / about my shame.” Through all of this – as one of the fortunate few to have a life and social circle untouched by HIV/AIDS – I was given a glimpse into the pain and hope of others. The speakers at the event emphasized that scientifically, we’re rapidly approaching new ways of preventing and reducing risks associated with the transmission and progression of HIV. They reminded us that medical treatments, however, are not enough. It takes the care of a cohesive community to create the psychosocial structure in which health-consciousness is established and the physical and emotional needs of infected individuals are met. A woman who had been a social worker in an HIV clinic for 23 years was sitting next to me and in our conversation, asked me why I was at the event. My simple response – “to listen” – felt trite and inadequate. I felt like it was wrong of me to be in this special, almost sacred place and to have nothing to give.

Maybe, though, there is instead something I can take, and keep, and nurture until it grows. As I listened to poems and stories and dramas and songs about this world so far from my own, I started to see connections. I worried about how the stigma attached to HIV treatments in Zambia inflicts a similar scale of suffering and violence that the stigma attached to mental illness does in Canada. I saw the way that dance and music helped children rise up and find reprieve from some of their suffering that resulted from personal or family experiences with HIV/AIDS. It made me think about how arts – music, dance, poetry – can become a valued, collective expression of the passions of a community, rather than something rehearsed, performed, and judged. I wondered what radical honesty might look like in the face of our suffering – to dance to the songs that move us, to write poetry about the weight that we each carry behind us, and to write and speak fearlessly and honestly about our feelings not merely toward our circumstances, but to the people who comprise our worlds.

I’m grateful for the health and community I’ve been granted, but to know how lucky I am makes me just feel like we all need to keep asking for more. More stories, more healing, more compassion, more dances, more love. As I sang out under the bright television lights, I felt, for a moment, less alone than I had in a very long time. This need to feel a part of a community is by no means exclusive to those suffering from life-threatening illnesses – it is a fundamental human essence. And so why do we deny this to one another? Where does our compassion hide when we’re not singing? And why do we ever stop?

I like to think of all of the ways we could care about each other with a love like that. Even if we aren’t doctors or researchers, I feel like these moments of open ears and minds and hearts are underappreciated ways in which to make life just a little softer for others, and almost certainly, for ourselves.

- Jennifer

Getting Your Fix of Art on Campus at the Justina M. Barnicke Gallery

Hello Blogosphere,

I hope all of your lives are going splendidly and that your week was full of Pride events, Canada day celebrations and beaches. If you care to know, your poor, devoted blogger has been having a terrible week. I was sick on Monday and Tuesday, and have spent the rest of the week in the frenzied state of playing catch-up which culminated in the explosion of a can of black spray-paint as I was touching up the paint on my dresser in the front yard. (OK, it didn’t really explode, because then I probably wouldn’t have a face anymore. I did get coated in paint, though, and it WON’T COME OFF.)

*Sigh*

But when I’m annoyed, fed up, stressed and coated in black spray-paint, there are only a few things that will get me out of my mood. The first option is to crank an angry song by The Arcade Fire and punch an inanimate object (preferably a punching bag) repeatedly until my arm gets sore. But since that is tiring and completely useless, I much prefer the second option: Engaging in Art Therapy. And U of T’s got you covered. There are a few different art galleries on campus that have rotating exhibits throughout the year and are free for students. This week, I decided to check out the Justina M. Barnicke Gallery.

So the first thing to know about the JMB (as it is fondly known) is that it is actually inside Hart House despite being an independent gallery space. To get there, enter Hart House (located, as I’m sure you know at 7 Hart House Circle). Walk to the Hub (the central information desk on the first floor) and take a left. Follow that hallway until you’re outside and you can see the Hart House Quad on your right. Keep going straight, and you’ve made it! Congratulations. (If you get lost anyway, just ask the folks at the Hub for directions.)

The JMB is a contemporary gallery space that exhibit works from new, local and international artists. And they don’t just display art: they also host public forums and talks to try and foster a community for contemporary artists and admirers. They usually have four different exhibitions a year.

(The gallery is open Monday-Wednesday 11am-5pm, Thursday 10am-7pm, and Saturday-Sunday from 1pm-5pm.)

The exhibit on right now is Don’t Stop Believing by Kevin Schmidt. (It might just be me, but I couldn’t stop singing Journey while I was browsing around the gallery.) Schmidt is a young artist, who works mainly with video installations. The exhibit as a whole has kind of a “epic mythology in this day and age” feel to it. The room immediately to your left is a video installation of an isolated burning bush crackling. (Moses, anyone?)

In another room projected phrases and words predicting doom and gloom dance around the walls in graffiti script. The lights remind me of a room in a club, they’re flashing in bright neon. The phrases are ominous and warn of your “vain deceits” that will cause you to “drown in lies.” They’re epic statements, they seem like they come straight out of prophecies of the apocalypse in Revelations, and it’s strange to see them dancing around a dark empty room that wouldn’t be out of place in club-land. They would be more at home when you’re leveling up in World of Warcraft, or watching a Game of Thrones marathon on HBO.

You’re lead down a small hallway with a spray-painted tale of the coming apocalypse. The end of the prophecy suggests that in the end, the birds will feast on all of our flesh. Jolly. I’m almost too freaked out to walk into a room completely cut off by a thick black curtain. There are barge noises coming from inside, and I pause, kind of too scared to walk into the completely empty room in the completely empty gallery. Finally I do, and, well, SPOILER ALERT, but inside is a video installation of a lonely looking man in a small boat on water watching the Lord of the Rings.

Photo courtesy of Justina M. Barnicke Gallery

Photo courtesy of Justina M. Barnicke Gallery

The exhibit is curated by Barbara Fischer, the director of the gallery. The great thing about the JMB is that every time they have a new exhibition, there is an artist’s talk and an opening reception that are both open to the public. The gallery attendants are nearly always art history students at U of T, so I recommend dropping by if you want to bend someone’s ear about your thoughts on art. (They have to listen – they’re getting paid to sit there.)

I like this exhibit. The video element of it makes it accessible, and there’s something wonderfully tactile about being able to walk into a room and have its totality complete the experience of art. You don’t have to worry about the traditional “look at a piece of modern art, tilt your head, step back and sigh.” You just walk into a darkened room and let the piece do the work for you. (Now that I think of it, this might make a great spot for a date.) All you have to do is keep your mind open to the possibilities of symbolism, instead of wondering why the heck you’re watching someone in a boat watch the first Lord of the Rings film in an art gallery. (Easier said than done, I know.)

That’s all for now, folks. (I’ll keep you updated on the status of my hands… Right now it sort of looks like black acid snow came down on my hands and stuck.)

Got Art???

The best discoveries occur accidentally. That statement rings true, considering how I came upon my “discovery”. I was trying to locate a class tutorial, and ended up walking into the University of Toronto Art Centre.

Located at University College (on the ground floor at 15 King’s College Circle), the Art Centre serves as the hub for all things artistic on the St. George campus. It’s a free public art gallery whose mandate is to showcase works by Canadian contemporary artists. However, they occasionally showcase works by other artists – a recent exhibit examined the works of North Korean artists (a video of the exhibit’s accompanying symposium can be found here.)

Aside from visual arts, the space is also host to concerts from a variety of musical genres in their art lounge, also located on the ground floor. Upcoming concerts include the Ton Beau String Quartet this Wednesday March 23rd from noon til 1pm; the Guitar Orchestra this Thursday at 7:30pm; and the Baroque ensemble on Tuesday April 5th from noon til 1pm.

Did you know that student groups can book arts-related events at the Centre’s art lounge? An application will need to be filled out and returned to the centre.  If your campus group is interested in booking the space, click here for more information.

I’m looking forward to checking out their upcoming exhibit, “Sanaugaq: Things Made By Hand”, which will run from  March 31st until April 16th. The exhibit features the works of contemporary Inuit artists, and seeks to address the issue of how to remain artistically authentic while producing work for viewing by, and consumption of, a southern (non-Inuit) audience.

Also occurring during that same time period is the Graduating Exhibition featuring the works of students from the MVS programme.

The University of Toronto Art Centre is open from Tuesday to Friday, 12 noon until 5pm, and Saturdays from noon until 4pm. They’re closed on Sundays and Mondays.  The centre is wheelchair accessible. Admission is always free!

Dara

Mmmmm…books!

I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday! I did. The best thing about the break was that I finally had some spare time to read for pleasure. I love reading. I read all genres, whatever the book – as long as it has a few believable characters, I’m along for the ride. I usually have a few books waiting on the bench for their turn to become my latest mental feast. But this break I found myself without any new reading material.

The only book store I have been to since September is the U of T Bookstore. Which is very sad, but nevertheless was necessary to get through the term. To my delight on this holiday break, I had a great reason to go book shopping!

I have a few favourite bookstores in the downtown core but, I thought it would be great to review some of the independent book stores near campus. I tend to lean towards used bookstores only because they are cheaper, but there are some good new book stores near campus too.

I started out on the west side of campus which is quite close to my very favourite bookstore ever, Seekers. Seekers is located at 509 Bloor Street W, between Bathurst and Spadina underneath Kilgour’s restaurant. Seekers reeks of incense and it is divine. I have books from Seekers that I purchased years ago that still emit the lovely aroma of Nag Champa incense. Apart from the lovely stinkiness that is Seekers, they also have a really great selection of used fiction and non-fiction books. They are open seven days a week from noon till midnight, which is perfect if you are wandering down Bloor at night with nothing in particular to do. You can sit and read in this store relatively unbothered for hours.

The Bob Miller Book Room is a really unique independent book store that stocks a wide range of humanities and social sciences books. You may have purchased a textbook from this store for an art or history course. They stock a lot of interesting non-fiction. They are an academic bookstore yet they carry an intersting range of material that you may want to read for pleasure. The store has the feel of a library and is very quiet. Their specialty is art, history, and music. They are located on Bloor near bay at 180 Bloor Street West in the Lower Concourse. They are really easy to miss, so keep your eyes peeled.

Right near Campus on Spadina is Ten Edition Books.This an eclectic little book store filled with not only books but memorablilia. Rooting around this store is a pleasure for any bibliophile. They are located a hop skip and a jump from campus at 698 Spadina Ave. just north of Sussex.

If you are a woman, or a fan of women, you may enjoy The Toronto Women’s Book Store, located at 73 Harbord St. This store specializes in books that deal with anti-oppression, politics and feminism. A visit to this store may rekindle your inner feminist!

If you happen to get a chance to browse for new reading material try out these independent book stores. If you love reading, going to these great little book stores is like going on a treasure hunt! I may just be an enormous geek, but I think this is a great way to spend a lazy Saturday.

Happy New Year!
-Lori

All Eyes on the Eyeball

“So what’s your major at U of T?”

I get this question all the time, to which I quickly utter something along the likes of “fine arts”. Read my bio to find out why… Sometimes I cut out the “fine” and just tell them I’m in “art”… to which I get the reply, “Oh. What kind of arts?”. Yes I know that the Faculty of Arts & Sciences houses a wide span of academic programs and studies, but I am in fact an art student at U of T. There is, in fact, a studio art program at the University of Toronto, although it is filed alphabetically under one of the last 5 letters of the alphabet under Visual Studies.

I once told a co-worker who studies at OCAD that I was in Visual Studies and she misheard me for saying visual sciences. “Is that what they call their art program at U of T?” she chuckled. With the academic reputation of our university, it comes as a surprise to some that there is a creative niche of art practice nestled between the rigorously academic and theory-based courses at U of T. After long nights at the studio of 1 Spadina Crescent (pictured below), I can strongly attest that there is no shortage of talent and relentless dedication in the visual arts students here.

From printmaking and site installation, to painting and video, U of T’s visual studies program offers a wide variety of courses in several mediums. If you have never set foot into this building, or have seen it but never wondered what exactly it was, or if it was even a part of U of T campus… this is 1 Spadina Crescent, the Visual studies building with art studios and classrooms for many art and architecture students. I invite you to take a peek inside. You are bound to see several works of art either finished or still in progress.

On top of my informal invitation, the Fine Arts Student Union cordially invites you to Eyeball, the annual University of Toronto undergraduate art show. This year’s show will be on Friday, December 10 from 6-10pm with a cash bar and live music by Tezeta. Eyeball features final projects from all of its undergraduate students and also accepts submissions from any U of T student.

I’ve always wondered why we called this art show the Eyeball and a quick search on the Fine Arts Student Union blog confirmed that not only does 1 Spadina house the Visual Studies studios, but it is also home to the Ontario division of the Eye Bank of Canada and the name of the art show pays homage to the building’s history.

Aside from my personal convictions that the 1 Spadina building is haunted (I mean c’mon it has been around for a while now and I swear I wasn’t hallucinating during those all nighters in the studio!), other interesting tidbits uncovered from the Fine Arts Student Union blog illustrate the history of the building:

Originally home to Knox College, 1 Spadina Crescent is the distinctive Gothic Revival building constructed in 1875 that divides Spadina Avenue into two at its intersection with College Street. After Knox College became affiliated with the University of Toronto and then

moved into its current location in 1914, the building operated as a Military Hospital during the First World War and remained as a veteran’s hospital until 1943. At this time, it was acquired by the University of Toronto’s Connaught Medical Research Laboratories for the production of penicillin. Research in these labs later led to the discovery of the polio virus vaccine. Upon sale and relocation of the laboratories in 1972, it became an academic building.
It’s kind of cool to say that I find my own artistic “aha” moments in the very building where the vaccine for the polio virus was discovered! Perhaps my co-worker didn’t quite mishear me at all for calling my program “Visual Sciences”?

What I love about the Visual Studies program at U of T is the fact that I can integrate my academic experience through other courses with the creative expression that the program allows. I can draw connections within a lot of my coursework while getting a well-rounded academic experience. Not only are the classes smaller, a lot of the faculty are practicing artists themselves who are internationally acclaimed. It is a great community and program where I have learned most importantly, how to analyze things with a critical eye.

So why not put your own critical eyes to work and swing by the Eyeball this Friday? I assure you that it will be quite the sight and sound for the senses.
- Danielle

Add some drama to your life

“What if life were like a musical?” I wondered while catching up on the latest episode of Glee. With the rise of shows and movies like Glee and High School Musical, U of T took note and hosted its very own Glee Club last year. I performed in a musical during my first year of high school and remembered the thrill of the stage and how much fun I had performing. While the seniors of High School Musical have all graduated from the big screen, I went to go check out drama the opportunities at U of T.

A quick search landed me to the U of T Drama Coalition that lists all of the colleges on campus that are home to their very own drama societies. You don’t have to be in a certain college to audition for their production either. With that said, there are so many opportunities to audition and get involved with U of T productions on campus.

Here’s an at-a-glance rundown of what’s up and coming with each of the college drama societies:

On that note, just as we are exiting Halloween mode, I saw a poster on campus from the Victoria College Drama Society that was advertising those open call auditions for The Rocky Horror Picture Show. My friend has been singing their songs over and over all week and after I gave it a quick mention, she contacted them right away to find out when auditions were beginning.

I didn’t have the heart or time to audition myself, but I went out last Sunday night to be my friend’s moral support. I was also a little curious as to how intense these auditions were. They asked everyone interested in auditioning to prepare a pop or rock song, a talent and a monologue (although there was also an option of a cold read). So on Sunday night, we ventured off to Emannuel College where the auditions were held. The turnout was good, although upon first glance I noticed a seasoned crowd of performers – you could tell by the voice drills, warm ups and headshot photographs at the ready (which is recommended, but not required). A lot of people seemed to already know each other from other productions so it was a good idea that we brought on a whole cheer section for my nervous first-timer friend. That said, there were barely any nerves in the room, save for those coming from our corner of theatre novices. The atmosphere was warm and friendly and we quickly brushed off the nerves and settled in.

Everyone was inviting, talented and showed great dedication. Sitting in queue for auditions was entertaining as I got to hear snippets of songs that people were performing. There were a variety of interesting talents represented as people prepared things from dancing to speed reading and sword fighting. U of T really has some great talent! If you have no formal theatre experience, don’t let that discourage you from auditioning. They are always looking for fresh faces. None of the performers get paid, meaning they are dedicated to doing it simply for the love of performance. It’s a great learning experience! Other places to look into are: Hart House Theatre, U of T Improv, and Creative Classes at Hart House.

There are several ways to get involved. Whether you take on an audition for a role in a production, work backstage with the crew, volunteer for set design, or buy a ticket to support all of our wonderful performers, there is definitely more than one way for everyone to add some drama to their lives.

- Danielle

Crumpled Paper Magazine: Looking for Submissions. Draw instead of Facebook!

Sometimes I want the professor to goad the pretentious commentators in my classes just so I can doodle. I can’t doodle at home. I can’t doodle when I concentrate. Then my brain goes “Hey. This looks pretty good. Let’s turn it into the Mona Lisa WITHIN THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES.”  Doodling is like meditating, or thinking of nothingness, or… hmm. It cannot be forced. It can only stem from the act of zoning out, when Bob begins to banter on about the postcolonial implications of the introduction of the remote control into the workforce.

There’s also the serendipitous happening of putting down your calculus book for five minutes. Five minutes that turns into four hours in front of a white space. And by the end, that white space is absolutely beautiful.

But who do you show it to? Facebook is evil, Deviantart takes forever to load… maybe you want a tangible, non-internet solution?

Oh em gee! An art magazine at U of T!* (One of many?)

Aaaaah, admit it. You thought U of T was artless, too. It kind of is. You have to peek into the quietest corners, and it’s usually the expensive, art-so-fine-you-normals-can’t-understand-it, like a huge metal framework that looks like a 3D scribble. Actually, that would be really cool. OkayItakeitback. Fine art is awesome, no matter how I try to poke at it. IMO, it’s also good to see artwork by some random student you wouldn’t see otherwise.**

Crumpled Paper Magazine was previously just for the engineers, the students who probably have the smallest opportunity to get an artistic fix (i.e., crazy workload). Lucky for everyone else, they now accept submissions from all students across campus.

They are looking for submissions RIGHT NOW.

The deadline is October 5th (next Monday). Send in your lost poems, your bad poems, that one drawing you did that was really good, short stories, comics, photos, photoshop tirades that turned out pretty cool, the multi-page doodles you do in class, haikus about your lectures, paintings, grocery lists in the form of song lyrics, mock movie posters you did for high school, I don’t know. Any creative stuff you find under your bed that can be printed.

The desire to submit work is a great excuse to be creative. “But Ma! My stick person samurai epic must be known to the world!” Who knows; that same epic you randomly chose to send to your campus publication might become a regular for the Daily Bugle in ten years. Oh yeah. It happened to the Boondocks (save for the fact that it didn’t consist of stick drawings). Judging from the General Meeting I attended last week, the atmosphere around the magazine is pretty darn friendly, too. No berets and bongos to stifle you.

I say this probably because I am an artist whose drawing droughts go on for weeks and lead to the kicking of puppies, but I believe art is necessary to one’s health/sanity. Especially the health/sanity of someone whom is potentially submerged in facts that go nowhere***, numbers, or literature that may or may not be incredibly boring (insert Paradise Lost jokes from last year). A change of pace can stop you from going crazy, so… I don’t know, take half an hour one day to get back into being creative (or try it for the first time). It’s half an hour you’ll spend on Facebook anyhow.

Oh, use Nuit Blanche as inspiration, too! In fact, go to Hart House on October 3rd. If you really feel you have nothing to submit, Crumpled Paper’s website declares layout helpers are always desperately needed.

If you’re already a visual art student… do a friend’s math assignment one day.

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In short, there is an art and creative writing magazine called Crumpled Paper on campus, generally found in the engineering area. They are looking for submissions. Send your stuff to cp.submissions@gmail.com by October 5th.

- Liesl

P.S. WTF****?! What’s THIS?! I have found… Platform 9 ¾.

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*t3h un1nt3nd3d rhym3z

** There may or may not be a space on campus where student artwork is displayed. I think it’s at 1 Spadina Crescent, but that’s another post for a not-today.

*** social science, moreso than philosophy

**** ‘Frankenstein’. Four asterisks!