Category: Alexandra Barbu
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The Mise-en-Abîme as an Expression of Trauma
Read more: The Mise-en-Abîme as an Expression of TraumaI urge you to take a moment and observe this image, explore its shadows and corners, and try to make sense of the pattern. How does it make you feel? If you got chills, you’re not alone. There’s always been something about mirroring and repetition that sparked my interest, and I’ve decided to explore the…
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Meet the Board: Eda and Alexandra
Read more: Meet the Board: Eda and Alexandra“New school year, new me,” I say as I close my newly-bought weekly planner. Cautiously but determinedly wading into the last year of my English BA, I am set on making it count. I have a new planner after all; I must be organized! Alex and I have been entrusted with the care of this…
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On Self-Loathing and Gregor’s Labyrinth
Read more: On Self-Loathing and Gregor’s Labyrinth“They will love me for that which destroys methe sword in my dreams the dust of my thoughtsthe sickness that breeds in the folds of my mindEvery compliment takes a piece of my soulAn expressionist nagStalling between two foolsThey know nothing –” Sarah Kane, 4.48 Psychosis The stereotype of the tortured artist consists in the…
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How ‘Waking Life’ Helped Me Accept My Chaos
Read more: How ‘Waking Life’ Helped Me Accept My Chaos“And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion.” -Timothy “Speed” Levitch, Waking Life Waking Life (2001), a relatively hidden cinematic gem, is a movie directed by Richard Linklater. The main character is a young man who passes through life in a dream state, feeling detached from his dreams and…
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Jim Morrison and Control: The Demonization of Natural Instincts
Read more: Jim Morrison and Control: The Demonization of Natural InstinctsArt piece by Ben G. During this Winter Break, I found myself seeking a form of escapism from letting my mind wander too much, as that is its natural reaction to having any free time. Jim Morrison’s spirit took over my brain’s right hemisphere, and enticed me to a Dyonisiac dream of imbibing my synapses…
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