Monthly Archives: May 2012

This is a great introduction class for students who want to learn more about the simple concepts related to media such as making a website or the history and evolution of the internet. And with film, we learn about the types of angles and focal length that have different intentions for the viewer’s interpretation of the image. Would I recommend this course? Only because it’s a prerequisite.

Personally I think the class focuses on teaching too many subjects in such a little amount of time and I think it really takes away from the learning. I understand it’s to broaden the horizons of students and give them a basic understanding, but I would prefer the class focus on less subjects where students can take more away and leave having a stronger understanding of a subject. But maybe that’s because I never bought the textbook.

It’s been a unique experience taking this Film/Media 150 course here at Hunter College. The way that I see it, If there was ever a new way that a course could give me a different perspective at viewing at the world, a class has done it’s job like it should. And I think, even among some petty frustrations I’ve had with the teaching staff, I’ll be leaving this course with a new and thrilling interest, surprisingly not in media and film, but weirdly enough, painting.

I had begun this course stuck on believing one couldn’t compare paintings to photographs. The most sophisticated paintings I have ever concocted were finger paintings of rainbow kangaroos in a two dimensional backdrop consisting of a solid sun emitting dashes for heat waves and sea cerulean clouds drawn in the shape of a sideways”8″. But I had the some general idea that however a man chooses what  type of paint he should use and what textures his lines he decides to create over time is never the same for how a man chooses his lens and in what direction and angle he is going to point his camera and flick the switch. If I can make any sense which I almost never do, I’m slowly deciding I rather have the mind/mentality of a painter than of a photographer when I’m out taking photos. It has something to do with how a painter starts from the beginning of nothing and how a photographer starts from the end of something. And finding creation in a person of a place, something that is already exists, seems so damn interesting to me now. Make sense? Me neither. Sorry, I’m still working on the kinks.

Having this epiphany in lab, I rode downtown and  met up with my friend who attends The New School for painting. I had asked him about wanting to get into painting more without having to deal with the pseudo intellectual circle of pompous, self-congratulatory discussions of what a painting could symbolize, but focus on the theories on why certain painters used colors the way that they did, or why they brushed their strokes in this way and why not the other, and follow the history/lineage of inspiration from past painter to painter. So he said, what I probably should do is go to the MET and rent the headphones that offer information on every painting there. He said “You just have to dedicate entire days during the summer there, man. And do it alone, in sections. Don’t visit the medieval times and stroll on over to contemporary art. And don’t bring any cute girl with you. Leave the whole day open,  let all your distractions out the window. Come in with an open mind and let your mind sink deep into these paintings you find so interesting in front you. And then go to Central Park behind the place and take fucking deep breathes. Look at the all the nuances around you. And then before summer ends,  I’ll come with you and bromance it up one day. I’ll explain it all to you with us on acid.” So aside from fulfilling my dreams to road trip across America for the summer and working on finishing the deadline for my novel this October, I’ll be spending time photographing the places I see and the people I meet with this different, how would I say, way of dancing with the graceful seams of life, and slowly develop this growing love I found for painting into something special and dear to me.

In conclusion, I would never have gotten up to go to class on Saturday for Practical Film Analysis (the  class before my lab)  if it weren’t for a wonderful professor who dealt with my stupid bullshit and an insightful class of peers who all came from such diverse backgrounds that showed the talented works they created in class.

Thank you all for the laughs. I hope to see some of you again one day.


“You’re a fucking rockstar filmmaker, you know that?”