by Joshua on 12.05.2011
As I stepped out of Sterling Chemistry Laboratory a few weeks ago, I took a deep breath of crisp autumn air. After too many days of preparing for my Organic Chemistry midterm, my mind was ready to rediscover the beauty of Yale outdoors after too many hours staring at free radical halogenation reactions and the syntheses of epoxides. Twenty-four hours earlier, I entered Bass Library with books in hand and an over-stuffed backpack. This time, I entered the library with nothing more than an artistic vision.
by Michelle on 11.14.2011
Last year, I found myself gripping the edge of my seat eagerly following the cadences of a fellow Yalie’s poem. Although I had never been so utterly entranced by nouns and delighted by verbs, I now found myself drawing an imaginative storyline in my mind’s eye. I stumbled on the delightful hypnotic capabilities of spoken word poetry.
And like any adoring fan, I tried many times to mimic these poetic masters’ natural style.
by Vrishti on 10.27.2011
If someone had asked me what I thought about the art and architecture here at Yale before I arrived on campus, I would have described the iconic images of Yale that many people are familiar with: The neo-Gothic architecture, the famous paintings in the Yale University Art Gallery, and the well-known bronze statues on Old Campus.
by Joshua on 03.25.2011
In high school, my sculpture teacher used to always tell me that pottery is built from the inside to the outside: “From the inside out,” she would declare. As a ceramic potter, I had mastered the pottery wheel. When I was bored of chemistry or calculus, I would turn to ceramics and feel rejuvenated. During my senior year, I spent hours on the pottery wheel: centering, opening the form, thinning the walls, and creating distinct works of art. However, I never truly believed that my pottery was built from the inside out.
by Elliot on 02.05.2011
It continues to be an over-the-top winter in New Haven, where the month-long total snowfall for January was 59.6 inches, beating the record of 45 inches set in 1945. It's definitely not typical of what the weather here is like, but it definitely does have some benefits. Campus continues to be gorgeous decked out in pure white snow, and the Yale Office of Public Affairs & Communications put together a little slideshow of some of the breathtaking views of ice and snow surrounding us.
Check it out!
by Scott on 11.28.2010
It seems to me that the majority of people who walk on Hillhouse Avenue forget sometimes how beautiful it is. This picture, though, is much less about the street itself and more about the idea of devoting attention to the things around us that we take for granted (please forgive me for the cliche). Yes, the buildings are impressive. And yes, the trees in New Haven at the end of autumn are striking. But I was surprised most about how embarrassed I felt while taking these pictures. Despite the fact that I walk up and down this sidewalk every day and consider this city my home, I felt silly stopping to take a photograph, as if using a camera signaled to everyone around me that I was/am separate from this place.
by Elliot on 11.09.2010
Thomas C. Duffy, Yale director of bands and professor in the School of Music, premiered the orchestral version of his piece Corpus Callosum at a Yale Symphony Orchestra concert this fall. One of the quirks about this piece―nobody but he can conduct it.
The score has constantly competing time signatures, whether its five against four, four against three, or something as outlandish as 15/8 time. The name itself, Corpus Callosum, refers to the bundle of neural fibers that communicate signals between the two hemispheres of the brain, because the conductor is required to behave as if this connection is severed. Mr. Duffy refers to the piece, a mix of militaristic rhythms and classic American tunes commissioned for the US Army Field Band in 1999, as his attempt to "out-Ives" Charles Ives, a great American composer known for modern and experimental music. Each hand conducts a different meter, and the outfit he wears for the piece is a representation of splitting the halves of the brain.
by Joel on 10.22.2010
A Sunday night at Yale can consist of any of the following: utter procrastination, study group #3, a problem set, an essay, or, my favorite, an art project requiring you to collect footprints.
by Elliot on 10.08.2010
As the son of an art teacher, I feel like I might be betraying my genes: I can't draw to save my life. Yet this hasn't stopped me from plunging into the underground art scene at Yale- I once hosted an unofficial exhibit and was just legitimized by the inclusion of my work into a college-wide gallery.