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Med 160, Jor Audio Interview
In this project, I interviewed my classmate, Jor, on his journey to coming back to education in his late 30s after almost a 15-year break and how his life as a gay man who belongs to a religious Christian family impacted his view of life and the importance of education within it.
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Med 160, Forbidden Stair – Portrait of a Space
In this project, we tried to capture the forbidden staircase of the 14th floor of Hunter North. Through the images and scribbles, you’ll find stories untold of students and faculty who found moments of solace in the eerily serene steps. Their emotions and passions expressed through the art and words they put together.
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Med 160, Assignment #2
For my sound assignment, I went to the DUMBO area and took a stroll through the residential area before finally seating myself in front of the water overlooking the city at sunset. It’s been a while since I walked somewhere like that alone and without my headphones in my ears, I felt even more vulnerable than normal. However, I immediately felt present in the space I was experiencing in that moment because all the tiny noises called my attention from the wind to car doors opening and shutting in a the quiet and solemn neighborhood. As I walked through the brownstones, I didn’t miss the tiny animals that roamed through…
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Med 160, Creative Statement
Nothing fascinates me more than the human experience and being able to communicate it in a way that incites an emotional response from someone who never went through it. I hope to create art of every form that can move others in ways they never thought they could before. When I look at the works of art that I connected with the most, the ones that left deep indents in my idea of what it meant to tell a story, I find those storytellers pulled me in and overwhelmed me with a connection of emotion. That’s what I want my work to be about. Regardless of being small or big,…
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Vox Presentation – History of a Media Company
Sadaf Ayaz MedPl 294 – Magazine Journalism
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The Transformation of Pakistani Dramas
Sadaf Ayaz Magazine Journalism Final Review Article Growing up, I watched way too many superficial Pakistani dramas with repetitive, cliche plot lines of innocent, perfect girls who met perfect guys and the terrible family members and friends that ruined their lives. At first, I watched with my emotions on the table, lost in the sorrows of the main characters, drenched in tears for their struggling romance. It took me longer than it should’ve to realize the silliness and lack of substance within the stories. Even when I did come to the realization, I continued with the guilty pleasure, occasionally rolling my eyes, but deep, deep down relishing in every bit…
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on the things we forget…
Crossing Red Lights book cover first draft circa 2013 Do you ever suddenly remember how much you used to love something that is barely a part of your life now? Somehow or another I completely forgot there was a time when I couldn’t stop myself from creating. I would paint, color, draw whatever I could. I would sew together impractical pieces of clothes for myself from old clothes. I’d make my own jewelry, spend day after day practicing Mehndi on myself, my sisters, and anyone with an hour and a clean hand. Art was a way of living. Creating and expressing through art was a means of being for me.…
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Lunch Review Classroom Assignment
Sadaf Ayaz MEDPL 294 The first time I tasted a spoonful of oatmeal, I was more confused than disgusted. How did Noah Centineo eat this every single day and rave about it in his interviews? Where was I supposed to find the wholesome goodness in served in “delicious” ways? What I had made seemed far from a delicious healthy meal. In fact, my Quaker Oats and milk tasted like a concoction of baby food and milk blended into a thick paste my mom made for my baby sister when she didn’t have teeth. The type even her baby taste buds detested, contorting the tiny muscles of her face into the…
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Room 503
Dimly lit, tucked far into the corner of the 5th floor of the Hunter College North Building, Room 503: Journalism Lab fights against sleep to pursue conversations of literary craftsmanship. The dark shadows of the night creep shyly through the cracks in the plastic black shades, as if reminding the students once again they could be in bed. Yet, they proceed as if the night has not yet arrived. Trying hard to forget the two hours that remain still for the class. Sixteen or so students type away on their laptops with the background of eighteen desktops on grey desks circling the room. All but two, display screensavers of a…
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Bryant Park: A Metropolitan Park in the City of Lights
In the heart of Midtown where work meets leisure, hundreds saunter into Bryant Park. Naked trees loom ahead with branches entangled into one another, fencing the park and the memories within it. In a place in the city where elaborate buildings made of glass, bricks, stone, and metal scrape through the sky and fill every avenue, nature makes its own fashion statement of classic, fabulous, light brown simplicity, nestling itself comfortably within the muted color palette of the city. New Yorkers and tourists alike come alone, in pairs, and groups. Some are dressed in professional attire with a pretzel in one hand, a briefcase in the other, and a friend…