Saturday, March 16, 2013

The Artist Block Experience II

Regularly visiting Catmon to accomplish what we really had to was really tiring for me. It was really hot there. Even before that, the moment I wake up, I immediately give up thinking of all the stress that would come after the academic part of the day is over. Well, I guess I'd just have to suck it up since I am involved in another theater production.

I guess I let my selfishness take over me that entire time.

The shooting for the video started and that's when, I think, I felt like I was being of use to my classmates who have working so hard since the first visit.

The shooting was done and I was just ashamed of my face. There were shots that were so up close, I could see my pores cry.

But I don't care since that is, I think, my major contribution to the entire project.

Right now, I feel like I want to do more for the community. However, I think all I can do now is pray for the other block because they're still not done. And also for the next artists who will, hopefully, be as effective as us or perhaps even more. To add to that, I really hope that my friend, the other class's project leader, would be able to do something that would go together with what we left for the community. The last day of our stay in the community, half of their class just stayed inside the preschool and sang randoms songs, just killing time. I was there since I volunteered to guard the bags with my classmate who needed a lot of sleep. Also because one of my classmates spontaneously mentioned some sort of law for productivity or something. I know I'll encounter that again since we have the same majors.

In the end, it was actually true, though, that all of us didn't have to work to be productive. The one's left downstairs found their own momentum with their work and they did such impressive painting jobs, I felt ashamed because I can't paint anything. I guess that's just one of my (very few) flaws.

Kidding aside, it was very enjoyable to be with all of them. Especially with a facilitator like the one we were blessed with.

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