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International Videoarts Festival--Extra Credit

On September 12th, I attended the International Videoarts Festival that we heard about in class. I wasn't sure what to expect from the start, but I was very excited about what I'd see. What I encountered there though, was nothing I could've thought of. Most of the audio was high pitched and scratching, and I was a little caught off guard. It was beautiful to see how the art went along with the music, but it was more of a scratching voice than any type of song I'd heard before. The first few videos, I felt very exposed and small compared to the loud pitches that echoed around me. 

Later on in the show, there was a softer video that had warmer and brighter colors. There was a flute playing in this one, and it was a song that made me feel very at ease compared to all the rest. This one was my favorite, as I found it very different from the rest. I don't recall what it was called, but I took pictures while I was there and it is the one with bright, angular colors. 

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