Mengqing Yuan
BFA 4 - Theatre
B-body
“My B-body” is a project I created during home quarantine. It is based on a poem I wrote about the relationship between my physical body and my consciousness. The text of the poem reads:
My B-body
My body doesn’t belong to me
It wants to be free
It wants to come apart
It wants me to pay attention
It wants to bend the other way
It wants to run away while I’m sleeping
It wants to live a different life
It screams at me and won’t shut up
It wants to return to nature
Arash Hajihosseini
Chusu Kim
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Socks Whitmore
Quarantine Acoustics When Jacob’s estranged sister Ashley asks him to reprise a role from his past, the two must come to terms with their relationship to his younger ‘female’ self in order to save their own. “Pass” is a queer one act musical in development. It had a staged reading on January 26, 2020 in […]
Madison Hicks
Still Growing “Still Growing” is a short solo created in the restrictions of my home surrounded around a stool. It is a study on time and growth, striving to show that we are “still growing” in this time of quarantine.
Jessie Hodges
Save Yourself; VIDEO COMPILATION Submitting one installation work “Save Yourself” along with a compilation of videos that I would loop together. “No One Has Met Me, “Keep on Keepin’ On”,”Lick Piece”, “The Artist is Roasted” “What I Found Under the Rug: A Statement about Stress”
Susana Pineda
The Mermaid is a collaborative music video and one of the 6 pieces of my thesis project “Inner Creatures.” “Inner Creatures” explores the development motivations, characteristics and environments of the different sub-personalities within the psyche. “The Mermaid” is the sub-personality that deals with the emergence of sexuality, sexual identity, femininity and the need for self-determination. […]
Joy Chan
14 days in the lockdown April, I was locked up in a central quarantine accommodation. 14 days with the extraction of fresh air and the earth, the only approach for me to connect with the loving world is the peephole in my room door and a locked up window. As I stay, I start to […]
Joana P. Cardozo
The Naked Hours For 100 hours, I cut 2 x 2 inches black paper with scissors and covered the L-Shape Gallery walls at the California Institute of the Arts. I did not speak. I did not use a cell phone or other electronics. I ate, rested, wrote, and meditated as necessary. I left the gallery […]
