Censorship

The studio, I share with six other people, is still feeling the aftermath of Thursday's backlash. Basically, due the control issues of one studio mate we all have to compromise our artistic lives.

After the class finished our sources presentation, our professor sat all sixteen of us down. She made us come up with studio rules. Some of them are understandable, but some of them I find to be an intrusion. These are the ones I remember:

The Good
- No touching of other's artwork.
- Only playing music that is agreed upon by all studio mates

The Bad
- Only studio mates are allowed in the studio at all times.
- Only playing music that is agreed upon by all studio mates. The problem with this rule is that six of us are completely fine with any music, but only one is pissed off about everything.
- We can't talk about other people's work. Essentially, the goal of this rule is to keep people from getting their feelings hurt by knowing that their work ethic and art objects are produced horridly.
- There are no signs or posters allowed on the doors.
- Freedom of expression is only limited to within our individual studio spaces.


There are seven people in the studio space. Six of them are unhappy with the changes and only one of them is happy because she got the control she wanted.


How am I coping?

My studio space got enlarged. That's definitely one positive thing. I brought to the attention of my professor that the emergency window does not open and we don't have a fire extinguisher in a studio with people who use oils.

I am not happy with what the one studio mate did to our studio. It wasn't a product of democracy, it was a product of totalitarian manipulation. If six of us don't agree with a rule, then the seventh person should have to deal with it. I mean, why would anyone think that disrupting our lives would benefit the studio environment?