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Emily Cieminski
Professor Vaughn
Intermediate Composition
20 September 2018
The Annotated Guide to My Literacy
Her smile is enigmatic and her gaze unwavering, she lives in luxury in one of Paris’
finest buildings. People venture thousands of miles to be jostled and swarmed amongst her other
devotees. What draws in these masses? Is it the coy smile, the air of mystery, or just the legend
of her? Men have been arrested for trying to get close to her, with the threat of stealing her from
public view. She’s been lost and damaged, but has never once been anything less than a global
icon. She is the most famous woman in the world, yet we know little of how she lived or died.
The Mona Lisa is one of the most recognizable images in the world. However, her larger than
life persona is diminished by how small she really is. The canvas is a meager 2’6” x 1’9”, hardly
able to be seen through the constant mass surrounding it. Yet it is the mystery of her story that
draws us in. Her gaze captivates us, making us question her origins. Her origin story is as murky
as the landscape behind her. This air of mystery only furthers our devotion.
As an Art Historian, I believe every painting has a story. All art was created with a
purpose and something to be expressed. Art is made to capture the human experience through the
way people interact with it and the emotions it generates. My job is to read and translate art for
the common man. Not everyone is able to look and analyze a piece to understand fully what the
artist is saying. Artworks are riddled with symbolism and hidden meanings, thus in order to
understand these masterpieces you must be literate in Art History and know how to read a
painting. For instance, The Last Supper, another Da Vinci masterpiece, is not only a visual feast,
but a symbolic one as well. Some light reading into The Last Supper and you will see that Judas
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is at the lowest position in the painting, showing his lack of morality and hinting at his betrayal,
people are grouped in threes, a symbolic number in Christianity, and the vanishing point goes
just behind Jesus’ head, making sure he is the focal point of the painting and giving him a light
glow. All of this is an example of how to read a painting, a complex activity that could not be
done without art literacy. Additionally, you have to understand the lives and backgrounds of the
artists themselves. Just looking at a work is like watching the movie version of a book. Yes, the
main points are able to be understood, but the depth and intricacies that come from reading the
text are not present. Art literacy is a skill requiring lots of reading, research, and visual
My journey to being literate in the fine arts began in a dusty studio classroom at my high
school. My teacher, a sporadic, eccentric woman with red curly hair almost as unruly as her
classroom, would come in everyday with disorganized slides featuring 250 of the greatest art
works ever created (as deemed by the College Board). Inevitably, lecture notes would be lost, so
we would just discuss the piece, what we noticed and how it made us feel, the mainstays of the
conversation. I loved the class. It was the first class I ever took where I actually wanted to be
there. Shuffled through state mandated curriculum, my schedule was bogged down with classes
like Physics and Biology, topics that were about as exciting as watching paint dry. It was in that
bright studio where I came alive discussing people who were long dead, made me feel very much
in the present. Come spring time, the school offered a trip to Chicago to go tour the city’s art
scene. Thirty-five art mad students jammed themselves in the seats of an aged coach bus for a
five hour drive to go look at an expansive collection of art. Finally, we arrived in the city and
were dropped, rather ungracefully might I add, in front of a towering Neoclassical structure lined
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with snarling stone lions, ready to take on any intruder that dared to disrupt their collection of the
best expressions of humanity. We were spending two days immersed inside the Art Institute of
Chicago. For the first afternoon we were instructed to wander on our own and explore the
museum without the disruption of others. I ambled through rooms stuffed with bronzes and
Greek sculptures, past Baroque paintings overflowing with grandeur, and Medieval friezes
depicting the holiest of images. Finally, I stumbled into a quiet room with walls jagging in and
out. It was there I read a painting for the first time. It was Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks (Fig. 1),
a relatively famous piece, depicting a couple late at night in an empty diner. To the average
anxiety and isolation principles. The streets are empty, the people detached and unfeeling. We
are not welcome to the scene, simply passing through in this nondescript diner, in a nondescript
town, looking at nondescript moments of daily life. We might not have lived this moment in
actuality, but the environment crafted by Hopper makes us feel as if we did. That’s what I got
when I read that painting. To read the painting I had to know the background of the artist and
era, look at the details of the piece, like the abandoned streets and darkened windows, closely
investigate the scene inside the dinner (no one is directly engaging with one another, even the
couple doesn’t touch), while having a background on other pieces of Hopper’s works. These are
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just some of the skills that contribute to having art literacy, and some techniques I have worked
to improve upon over the years. I didn’t need a small description carefully crafted by a curator to
tell me what I was looking at because I already knew. It was from here, that I knew I was in too
deep. I fell in love with pastels, plaster, and paint and going back was no longer an option.
From there I decided to become an Art History major. I knew it seemed like a death
sentence. Money is not found in museums, everyone knows that. Art might be expensive, but the
people who care for it certainly are not given a high value. Yet, I didn’t and don’t care. No
boyfriend, rollercoaster, or scary movie makes my heart beat as fast as a simple canvas does.
Thoughts of art consume me. My beloved copy of The Annotated Mona Lisa, every Art
Historian’s essential guide, is highlighted and adored. I devour the words and lovingly read every
details from Rembrandts to Rodins. However, my decision to study Art History came with a
catch. My parents were supportive, but only if I double majored. I needed something a little more
sensible, something with a guarantee. They recommended business school, where there was a
While I know business will pay my bills, I yearn for more, something that will allow me
to utilize my art literacy. As Sandra Cisneros describes she wanted her work and her passions to
be seen as valid, not only in the eyes of her father, but the general population who she describes
as “publicly trying to woo,” (2). Like Cisneros, I too want the justification and validation that
comes with people accepting and celebrating my work. I desperately want someone to realize
that what I am doing matters. How can they not appreciate me? I spend countless hours decoding
paintings, so they too may share the joy of feeling understood by someone you have never met.
This is perhaps the greatest burden of my literacy, the idea that this is faulty or a less than
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literacy. Since my literacy does not have a tangible output, it only gives people emotional value
not monetary value, it does not qualify as a useful tool. This sense of general apathy regarding
something I am so passionate about can be the most infuriating aspect about it all. Yet, I will
defend the validity of my work and the merit of my literacy until the bitter end. However, I have
For instance, I have had countless conversations with fellow students who do not quite
understand what I am devoting myself to. They do not see the power that my literacy holds, so in
their confusion they feel the need to tear it apart. An example of a common conversation piece is,
“What will you do with that?” I have to physically restrain myself from snapping back with a
snarky, backhanded remark. “What will I do with that?” Well, I will introduce you to works that
will make you feel things that transcend borders, language, and time. If Stephen King proclaims
that “writing is telepathy” than art is therapy (103). Writing might connect people over words,
but art connects people through feelings. If my literacy and my analysis of these works are not
enough to explain to people that it matters, then I do not know what can. I did not spend
countless nights reading and researching art and painters to sharpen and expand on my literacy
for just myself, I did it for others as well. For when we feel understood and a connection to
another being, we can all feel a little better about ourselves. Some of the most famous artworks
are not well liked because the merit of their craftsmanship, but rather the way they make the
audience feel. For example, the Scream by Edvard Munch is beloved because we have all felt
that terror and need to just scream into the oblivion. Art is the therapy and the group care that
while requiring a bit of understanding can establish base feelings all across the globe.
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The time when I valued my literacy the most, was when I needed that special art therapy
myself. My first semester at UC was rough to say the least. I lived with an OCD roommate who,
quite frankly, did not want me there, I was in a new city, away from my hometown, I did not like
the classes I was taking, and it seemed as if everyone else was blooming at college, whereas I
could not even sprout. Yet, I had one treasured little item that seemed to make everything okay.
Right before I left to move into my dorm, my dad took me on a special trip to Nashville. While
there, we saw my favorite painting of all time, A Cafe Terrace at Night (Fig. 2) by Vincent Van
Gogh, immortalized in the form of a nightlight. My dad impulsively purchased it, saying we
could all use the extra light at certain point in our lives. I needed that light in the darkness and
confusion of my first semester. The warm glow coming from the lightbulb seemed to illuminate
the terrace, the gentle yellow light lovingly painted by Van Gogh seemed all the more real with
a nasty fight with the girl sharing the cramped boxed room
and drinking with the locals, far away from the troubles found
terrace served as a safe place for Van Gogh as well. Van Gogh
was sitting on this tiny terrace they seemed trivial. I too felt that sense of serenity when I
switched on the light. My literacy does not just serve as a vehicle to help others, but also as a
I became literate in the arts because I fell in love with them more than anything. My art
literacy is more of a result of obsession beyond anything else. I was and am obsessed with
knowing the meaning behind all the pieces in museums and galleries. To think that a person
spent so much time lovingly crafting this object, and then to walk by it without a second thought
appalls me. I have only continued to grow my literacy, and I doubt it slows any time soon given
that I now study it at a higher level. To me art is the means to creating meaning in life, and
through my literacy, I hope to make others feel this way as well. While the world might seem
troubled and dark, there is always a small cafe terrace in the south of France ready to shine a
Works Cited
Cisneros, Sandra. “Only Daughter.” Writing about Writing: A College Reader. 3rd ed. Ed.
Elizabeth Wardle and Doug Downs. Boston: Bedford/St Martin’s, 2017. 102-104. Print.
King, Stephen. “What Writing Is.” Writing about Writing: A College Reader. Ed. Elizabeth
Wardle and Doug Downs. Boston: Bedford/St. Martins, 2011. 305-307. Print.