Freedom To Express
I am a pianist (or I was… I trained classically for 11 years from age 5-16. My god. It’s already been 6 years since I quit..??).
Freedom to express. I would play a piece how I see fit. I would play a piece how I envision the emotion it is conveying. Being rigorously trained classically, there was rarely room to add my own flare- a complete restrain of the freedom to TRULY express. Express, yes… but tasteful amounts only… there was always a fine line between “just right” and “too much”.
I would add unnecessary, necessary flairs. I would over or underexaggerate crescendo’s, decrescendos, slam the tips of my fingers into the keys to draw out the sharpest, most jarring, staccatos
That’s how I would depict “Freedom to Express”.
Freedom to Explore
Why, I’d improvise.
Today, in class, we were creating scenarios. User stories, if you will. Someone at my table said, “and then she walks into Timmy doing some WILD art”…
So, I would do some WILD art!
Maybe it means trying to create something alike to those pieces in museums that people see and go, “my 6 year old could do that”. Maybe it means picking up trash and glueing it to a canvas to create a sculpture. Maybe it means spitting on a drawing. Maybe it means tearing one up.
To explore is to go beyond. I would try to think of things that I had never even considered doing before.
Freedom from Expectation
Easy- I would do absolutely nothing.
I think this one especially is very subjective; expectations of someone are relative to those they surround themselves by. The people that surround me expect things of me. So, to be free from it, is to do nothing, and to be ok with it.
If this were to be a piece of art, it would be like drawing a blue line down the middle of a white canvas. “My 6 year old could do that”. Maybe it would be playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star or Hot Cross Buns.
Did I do this assignment right? Do you even read these?