This could
quite possibly be my earliest memory. I now know that what I was seeing and
experiencing was a trip to New York to visit one of my moms older and dearest
friends. The memory starts on the trip from the cab ride to the house. It’s
dark and we have just gotten off the plane. I am too small to really see out
the window but I distinctly remember the flashing lights swimming past us as we
glided to the destination. Even though I was very small, I still think I shared
the general feelings of my other family members in the car of relief to be out,
excitement to get there, and of course the distinct stalled numbness of being
at a stage in an exciting event where you are either here nor there. After all
when visiting a place one does not tend to dwell upon such details as the cab
ride. When we got there I really only remembered one room, the one I stayed in.
It was like something out a sweet grandmother’s dream. All I can recall were
teddy bears. Old fashioned, cream and beige with little bows and outfits in
washed out variations of plaid. The wallpaper was also teddy bears so there was
not distinct barrier between them and the rest of the room. I can’t even
remember and of the other furniture in the room, I just look up to see the
dozens of bears aligning the space. Our hostess came in. She had short hair,
thick rims, and an honest smile. This all happened when I was under the age of
two and I never really mentioned it (we also never went back there again) until
my mothers friend died. We spoke about how warm and inviting of a person she
was, how loving, and then reminisced about those teddy bear walls.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
Self Introduction
I am Angelica. I grew up in Los Angeles but more
specifically West Hollywood, which is practically a city itself (we have our
own mayor!) I lived here with my mom and two cats in an apartment, occasionally
going to visit my father who resides in Rome. However, due to his job he does
tend to travel quite a bit to different countries and I have been fortunate
enough to go with him. Most of my family works in film so perhaps that’s where
my interest started. I’m not sure exactly what I want to do in film but I at
least know it’s the industry I want to be in. Whether it’s doing grand films or
working on small projects I could be proud of all my life, I think it’s
something that I will always be content and happy with, and that’s very
important to me.
Aside from that I enjoy drawing. I’m not particularly good
but I enjoy it. I like working with charcoal and pen and have even made a comic
book with my boyfriend (he wrote, I drew). Right now I’m working on my own sort
of autobiographical work staring little simplistic birds. For comic inspiration
I really look up to Daniel Clowes and Jeffery Brown.
Punk shows are my favorite kind of concerts to attend, but I
am pretty open about music. My favorite bands are Of Montreal, Joy Division,
Dead Kennedy’s, New Order, The Stranglers, The Velvet Underground, Andrew
Jackson Jihad, Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains and Madness. I really liked
Outside Lands and Riot fest. I disliked Coachella.
I came to Columbia because I wanted to move. My dad works
here a lot, so when visiting him I really grew to love Chicago. Plus I love the
hands on approach here. I have friends at UCLA and other schools back home
studying film who haven’t even touched a camera. And since film is technically
one of those professions where you don’t always need a degree, I’d like to get the
fullest extent of mine.
Not to be a smartass, but the medium I fell most comfortable
expressing myself is verbally and orally. As mentioned, I like film and drawing
so those two mediums serve me well in self-expression. However I did really
love photography at one point and still would love to use it for this purpose.
And I enjoy writing for my own personal gain. I just don’t think I could do
this through music. Though I love and appreciate it I have no gifts there
whatsoever.
I hope to shape my voice and ability to express myself in
new and original ways.
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