Thirty Blocks
By Uliyaah
Conflicting thoughts fill my mind as we stop at the thirty blocks of clay.
Hidden by loose dirt and fallen leaves, I wonder how many times it has been overlooked. Overlooked like the cause that George Winne Jr. died for, the meaning of his death diminished by accusations of insanity rather than reflection.
I can't help but wonder how many other art pieces I have not seen or seen and not understood, leaving me with a bittersweet feeling as we continued to walk around campus, seeing the art pieces that past students have fought for.
While they have succeeded greatly, it feels as though many of the pieces are forgotten and overlooked by the general public. I know that I have walked by many of them numerous times, oblivious to their meanings, judging them purely based on what I perceive fine art to be. Only now can I begin to appreciate them.