ARCHIVE - Comments on: Five Blogcraft Projects for New Bloggers http://blogs.evergreen.edu/museumormausoleum/blog/2012/02/03/five-blogcraft-projects-for-new-bloggers/ The Framing of Art, Culture and Neuroplasticity 2011-2012 Mon, 13 Feb 2012 22:04:19 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 ARCHIVE - By: Sarah Williams http://blogs.evergreen.edu/museumormausoleum/blog/2012/02/03/five-blogcraft-projects-for-new-bloggers/#comment-129 Sarah Williams Mon, 13 Feb 2012 22:04:19 +0000 http://blogs.evergreen.edu/museumormausoleum/?p=231#comment-129 Thanks Marshall. Here's another technique and examples from a recent post by Sophie, an TESC student doing an ILC in China this quarter. It's a form of blog writing based on impression or gesture drawings. sw Bhava Caminante Chicken in a Box Posted: 12 Feb 2012 03:03 PM PST There is an exercise done in many art classes with a live model who will change poses about every 45 seconds, and the students complete what are called "impression drawings" or "gesture drawings" from these very quick moments. The idea is to capture the "essence" of the model, the energy of the posture. By moving in such quick succession of 45-second intervals, the analytic mind doesn't really have time to kick in and judge, criticize, or even question; you only have enough time for acceptance. This can be a useful exercise in traveling, too. And while I've done my fair share and maybe more of analyzing and comparing, questioning and perhaps more judging than I would have liked, I've also truly enjoyed and reveled in the wonderful strangeness and fleeting moments of simple being. So for this post, I'm drawing a few impressions from my time in China. __________ On the flight from Guangzhou to Kunming, I am reading China's newspaper written in English, when the flight attendant rolls by and asks me, "Chicken or pork?" and I am glad that I let go of my exclusively vegetarian ways a few months back because I am getting the feeling that that would not fly here. __________ zai jensuo (at the Clinic) I am sitting behind Dr. Huang Pu's desk in an office that is about 4ft x 6ft; there is a patient sitting in a chair adjacent to me, with her wrists exposed on a pillow on his desk. The girl's boyfriend and mother are standing behind her, and behind them are about 10 other people waiting to be seen by the doctor. They are sitting, leaning against the wall, on their phones, and walking in and out of the office. They are peering over the current patient's shoulder, and looking somewhat curiously at Andreas, Liu Jin (our teacher/translator) and I. Patients wander in and out of the offices, interrupting with questions, and dropping their history books as a form of waiting their turn. As it becomes clear that these people are not part of the patient's family, but other patients waiting to be treated, we are perplexed for a moment or two, and then chuckle to ourselves at the thought of the closed doors of doctors' offices in the West. There isn't even a door to close in any of the herbal doctors' offices at the clinic in Kunming. __________ In another doctor's office, a mother brings in her 5 month old daughter looking for an herbal prescription after returning from the hospital where the baby received intravenous antibiotics (I cringe at how often this happens). When the baby gets anxious enough to begin crying, mom flips open her Smartphone and plays a cartoon on the screen which captures the baby's attention so completely and quickly that I swear the tear stopped mid-roll down her cheek. It's a strange juxtaposition of this old traditional medicine and this new-fangled technology. And then the next patient walks in. __________ I get caught in a little language trip at the clinic when I realize that the doctor is speaking in Chinese, Liu Jin translates into English and Andreas is taking notes in German. __________ We take a quick tour around the pharmacy at the clinic. But this is not at all reminiscent of Walgreens. Yes, there is a counter where patients bring their prescriptions, and there are pharmacists who go behind the counter and bring out the medicine requested, but the similarities end there. The prescriptions are a hand written recipe, specifically for the individual patient- a list of herbs and their amounts in grams to be measured and combined by the pharmacist, wrapped up in brown paper and given to the patient with instructions on how to boil the remedy, for how long, and how much and how often to drink it. There are three walls of drawers behind the pharmacy counter inside of which contain everything from chrysanthemum to donkey skin, turtle shell, scorpion, sandalwood and almond. I tasted the donkey skin. It tasted like donkey skin. -> I am reminded of a passage in Ballentine's Radical Healing, in which he gives a homeopathic remedy to a woman with breathing problems and control issues. When she is pleased at how well it works, she asks him if she can give the remedy to her son, who also has asthma. He responds by saying, "The remedy isn't for asthma... it's for YOU." __________ When the doctor asks the patient how their appetite is, they measure in bowls of rice. Andreas, who is from Italy, turns to me and says, "In Italy, they would be measuring in pizzas." I think... how do we measure appetite in the U.S.? In Big-Macs, or calories, in grams of fat or carbs or protein? Is that even a measure of appetite, or is it a measure of self control, or self worth? __________ A woman walks into Dr. Yang's office, sits down, and even though it's not her turn, she says she doesn't want to wait. He asks her what her symptoms are. She pulls up her sleeve, places her wrist on the pillow on his desk, and says, "Feel my pulse, and you tell me what's wrong." __________ Sitting in the waiting area of the clinic, there is a man across the hallway with a 2ft x 2ft x 1ft box at his feet. There are small squares cut out of the sides. And a rooster's beak pokes out. __________ Thanks Marshall. Here’s another technique and examples from a recent post by Sophie, an TESC student doing an ILC in China this quarter. It’s a form of blog writing based on impression or gesture drawings. sw

Bhava Caminante

Chicken in a Box

Posted: 12 Feb 2012 03:03 PM PST

There is an exercise done in many art classes with a live model who will change poses about every 45 seconds, and the students complete what are called “impression drawings” or “gesture drawings” from these very quick moments. The idea is to capture the “essence” of the model, the energy of the posture. By moving in such quick succession of 45-second intervals, the analytic mind doesn’t really have time to kick in and judge, criticize, or even question; you only have enough time for acceptance.
This can be a useful exercise in traveling, too. And while I’ve done my fair share and maybe more of analyzing and comparing, questioning and perhaps more judging than I would have liked, I’ve also truly enjoyed and reveled in the wonderful strangeness and fleeting moments of simple being. So for this post, I’m drawing a few impressions from my time in China.
__________
On the flight from Guangzhou to Kunming, I am reading China’s newspaper written in English, when the flight attendant rolls by and asks me, “Chicken or pork?” and I am glad that I let go of my exclusively vegetarian ways a few months back because I am getting the feeling that that would not fly here.
__________
zai jensuo (at the Clinic)
I am sitting behind Dr. Huang Pu’s desk in an office that is about 4ft x 6ft; there is a patient sitting in a chair adjacent to me, with her wrists exposed on a pillow on his desk. The girl’s boyfriend and mother are standing behind her, and behind them are about 10 other people waiting to be seen by the doctor. They are sitting, leaning against the wall, on their phones, and walking in and out of the office. They are peering over the current patient’s shoulder, and looking somewhat curiously at Andreas, Liu Jin (our teacher/translator) and I. Patients wander in and out of the offices, interrupting with questions, and dropping their history books as a form of waiting their turn. As it becomes clear that these people are not part of the patient’s family, but other patients waiting to be treated, we are perplexed for a moment or two, and then chuckle to ourselves at the thought of the closed doors of doctors’ offices in the West. There isn’t even a door to close in any of the herbal doctors’ offices at the clinic in Kunming.
__________
In another doctor’s office, a mother brings in her 5 month old daughter looking for an herbal prescription after returning from the hospital where the baby received intravenous antibiotics (I cringe at how often this happens). When the baby gets anxious enough to begin crying, mom flips open her Smartphone and plays a cartoon on the screen which captures the baby’s attention so completely and quickly that I swear the tear stopped mid-roll down her cheek. It’s a strange juxtaposition of this old traditional medicine and this new-fangled technology. And then the next patient walks in.
__________
I get caught in a little language trip at the clinic when I realize that the doctor is speaking in Chinese, Liu Jin translates into English and Andreas is taking notes in German.
__________
We take a quick tour around the pharmacy at the clinic. But this is not at all reminiscent of Walgreens. Yes, there is a counter where patients bring their prescriptions, and there are pharmacists who go behind the counter and bring out the medicine requested, but the similarities end there. The prescriptions are a hand written recipe, specifically for the individual patient- a list of herbs and their amounts in grams to be measured and combined by the pharmacist, wrapped up in brown paper and given to the patient with instructions on how to boil the remedy, for how long, and how much and how often to drink it. There are three walls of drawers behind the pharmacy counter inside of which contain everything from chrysanthemum to donkey skin, turtle shell, scorpion, sandalwood and almond. I tasted the donkey skin. It tasted like donkey skin.
-> I am reminded of a passage in Ballentine’s Radical Healing, in which he gives a homeopathic remedy to a woman with breathing problems and control issues. When she is pleased at how well it works, she asks him if she can give the remedy to her son, who also has asthma. He responds by saying, “The remedy isn’t for asthma… it’s for YOU.”
__________
When the doctor asks the patient how their appetite is, they measure in bowls of rice. Andreas, who is from Italy, turns to me and says, “In Italy, they would be measuring in pizzas.” I think… how do we measure appetite in the U.S.? In Big-Macs, or calories, in grams of fat or carbs or protein? Is that even a measure of appetite, or is it a measure of self control, or self worth?
__________
A woman walks into Dr. Yang’s office, sits down, and even though it’s not her turn, she says she doesn’t want to wait. He asks her what her symptoms are. She pulls up her sleeve, places her wrist on the pillow on his desk, and says, “Feel my pulse, and you tell me what’s wrong.”
__________
Sitting in the waiting area of the clinic, there is a man across the hallway with a 2ft x 2ft x 1ft box at his feet. There are small squares cut out of the sides. And a rooster’s beak pokes out.
__________

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