Piggy-backing off of Nancy’s last entry —<\/p>\n
We certainly have covered a lot throughout the course, and it is so satisfying to see it come together! \u00a0I feel like the endless possibilities of the digital format make it seem as though you never really are finished – I get that now. \u00a0In a museum exhibit, text goes to print, objects are set up, there is an opening for a set amount of time, but digital exhibits seem to be in a more constant state of “rearranging.”<\/p>\n
I hope that Miguel and I have preserved Lloyd Rosenberg’s memory in a way that would his family would admire. \u00a0I can’t believe how many times I have almost cried (or actually teared up) during this class just thinking about his story and how his life was robbed from him just when he had begun his family. \u00a0It’s true that I will never think of 9\/11 the same again. \u00a0It is so powerful to understand such an overwhelming event in history through the eyes of an individual, especially someone who is near to my current age. \u00a0I was 16 when 9\/11 happened and my perspective on everything has evolved as I have come to better understand what happened on that day. \u00a0I am grateful to have had the experience of “getting to know” Lloyd (yes, I feel like I am on a first name basis with him…) by preserving his memory.<\/p>\n
On a side note, I talked with the art teacher at my school and North Branford will likely be participating in Remember September Mail Art in 2012 \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n
Thanks to Nancy and all of the class for a great 5 weeks. \u00a0It was fun to share a great on-campus experience with you all, and I am glad to have made some new friends in the department.<\/p>\n
Please keep in touch! \u00a0My email is sharonhelgans@gmail.com<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Piggy-backing off of Nancy’s last entry — We certainly have covered a lot throughout the course, and it is so satisfying to see it come together! \u00a0I feel like the endless possibilities of the digital format make it seem as … Continue reading