Chandler Day 232: The Evan Center

DSC04224This is where the majority of my classes are this semester. It’s called the Evan Center and is home to the College of Osteopathic Medicine and the School of Nursing. It’s clean and new and very nice. But it’s a medical building and it now houses the art department. Our hall caught on fire and was demolished and will now be turned into a parking lot which is sad  and angering but what am I going to do. Instead of building us a new building we were stuck in the unfinished section of this building and we have class as they paint the walls and wires dangle from the ceiling and what is left of Fisher is packed in scattered boxes. I like Marian and I love my professors (they are why I am here and not somewhere else), but it’s annoying to be on the bottom of the list. These amazing professors are stuck in a cramped, old building and our classrooms are unfinished. We are an after thought and it seems slightly wrong that the arts are on the bottom at  what is supposed to be a liberal arts university. But it’s not anything new, having art at the bottom. Why should they support art? It doesn’t draw in lots of students and lots of money like a college of medicine does. Why in the world would they want to support art, the most primal and integral form of communication that humanity has and that allows us humans to express our humanity in profound and diverse ways. Maybe I’m just overreacting, but it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating to see a college spend millions on medicine and nothing on art, art history, photography, graphic design and art therapy. But oh well. My rant is over.

Chandler Day 54: That Incredibly Wonderful Magic

DSC01673I’ve talked about the piano before. I talked about the keys and how they wait for hands to create magic with them. And today hands and keys meet. I love to watch the hands move across the keys, music flowing as the hands flow. I sit there and watch fingers press, move, up, down, glide across, with power, now with softness, lightly, then strongly, quicker and quicker, and then slow, very slow. All the while notes coming out of the piano and I receive them and music is created and the experience can be incredible. Because music is more than just a tune heard. It’s more than just sound from the radio. It’s pure and raw emotion flowing from hands to instrument and flying out, transmitting all of that emotion and power and feeling to the person listening. It’s communication. It’s passion and pain and love and joy and ecstasy and it can hit you like a hammer or caress you like soft hands and it’s amazingly wonderful and these words can barely describe it. Because music is heard and felt and seen. It’s experienced. It’s lived.