Man Up & Paint Big- Unearthing a Bizarre trap
The first time I took a Modern Art class, it was in '96 at BMCC (Borough of Manhattan Community College). I loved learning about the painters and the various art movements of the 20th century. It was my evening class and afterwards on my way home, I would leave the building in quiet, wistful reflection and see the Twin Towers shimmering only a few blocks away, lit up so beautifully in all its glory. How lucky I felt to be amongst its beauty. And how integrated I felt to society to be a student taking my classes and commuting, not in my usual state of truancy. Apparently that good feeling didn't last too long because I eventually dropped out. I was going to do my report on Frida Kahlo and I don't know what exactly made me derail like that. But fortunately, that wasn't for long either. Through a friend, I got a job as a notetaker at BMCC and City Tech and one of the courses I was assigned to take notes in happened to be Modern Art. I got to sit in as a kind of observer o...