Trask Sounds

As I sat up in the highest level seats in Trask Coliseum as five members of the basketball team practiced with a coach, I closed my eyes, this is what I could hear:

the first and most catching of all sounds were the squeaks the shoes made on the floor. As the five of them danced around tossing the ball, their squeaks became almost like music in itself.

The next most catching sound was of clapping, they were almost continuously clapping during the entire practice. As i saw when i opened my eyes later, they clap for almost everything, to say "im open" or when someone makes a shot. the coach, who was acting as a defender was clapping to simulate defense pressure. Rythmic claps even took place when someone made a free throw. or other planned plays.

The yelling of the players was also one of the loudest sounds. most words were indistinguishable because of the other sounds and my distance, but i could make out some dominate words from their game.

"alright"
"oh yeah" or "yeah"
"i feel you"
"heal" (usual repeated several times)
"three"

Going back to the shoes, i could not hear them running or walking besides the squeaks. But I did hear faintly the tap as they landed from jumping.

the deep sounds from bouncing the ball also fit into the music of the claps squeaks and the occasional swoosh of the net.


As i listened closer, and tuned those other sounds out, I could hear more from my surrounds...from the actual establishment... Trask. I must have been sitting near an AC vent because it was very cold and the constant sound of air blasting in in large amounts came from over my shoulder.

The buzz of the gigantic Halogen lights was also constant and electric.

In the distance i could hear a deep roar. perhaps of the Air conditioning unit just outside.

Also in the distance, heavy doors were opening and closing. and as i was getting ready to leave, a vent just over my head let out a rattle then began blowing air. as if another unit had switched on.

Artist

From the time I could sit up at a table until my late childhood, I sat in on my mother's art classes she taught in our basement. It was there that I developed at an early age some skills that would prove more valuable than many learned in school. My mother, a painter/sketch artist/ retired hippie and my father, a carpenter/ sculptor/ dancer moved our family around a lot as kids going from Arlington, VA to Maui Hawaii, Tokyo Japan, Beijing China, and back to Arlington. Not to mention several moves within each city. Art has always been a very important expressant in our family. In highschool, I became interested in film.

My art inspiration and aspirations: distinct colors, lights, and vivid costumes are what inspire me. I watched David Lynch's BLUE VELVET last night... that was inspiring. And also filmed in Wilmington. As far as experimental film goes, I was a little annoyed at first viewing. "whats the point" "whats the story" "what am I seeing". I was looking to find something that just wasnt there. I could not apply my narative film critique on these films. with another class came another view of expirimental film and as I embrassed it, I was inspired to to manipulate the film medium in unique ways and satisfy myself.

Im excited about the things that will be done in this class. Im excited to do art with others and share art with others.

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into it I log
words in precise order
like a news reporter