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ENGL 2280 Nonfiction Piece 6- Braided Essay

The second assignment is a Braided essay that intertwined the creation...
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Intro Creative Nonfiction (HU) (ENGL 2280)

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August 2nd, 2021 Nonfiction Piece 6: Braided Essay ENGL 2280- Intro to Creative Nonfiction (HU) Professor Brenda Sieczkowski Student: Jessica Ducuara

Amelia: when humans are metamorphic cavemen.

“Whether in cave paintings or the latest uses of the Internet, human beings have always told their histories and truths through parable and fable. We are inveterate storytellers.” Beeban Kidron

Nature is always astonishing and mysterious, which is why there is never time enough to understand it. Through time, humans have to try to express in words what nature is. However, it was never an obstacle to document all kinds of events occurring around those ancient humans. Probably, it was a necessity more than a simple manifestation of an idea over the rock. Still, its meaning remains elusive for many archeologists who are still debating the reason for the onset of the human instinct to make art. Part of the mystery inside the cave painting origins is the scarce information available about the civilizations that presided over modern humans. I still remember when I found a cave painting for the first time. I learned that each of the images found in caves represents the long journeys that our ancestors made across the planet, showing us that the environment is transforming. When the sun rises, when a plant is born, we write a book or compose a piece of music. Everything is constant transformation, some provoked, others unexpected.

When I was a high school student, I still remember the day I read The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka during a break. I read the book a few days ago but, for some reason, the content through

each page did not seem to accommodate easily with mi logic. I know who the main character was because I could picture him in detail inside my imagination. Poor Gregor. Who would say that a traveling salesman would have to go back to live under four walls as the only witnesses of his transformation? The witnesses, who at least, would understand the crude sorrow of that man since his family "had carved the pavement" whereby Gregor's life, during pain, loneliness, and confusion, would slowly fade away. There it is, I had understood the book. Too much for my memory, I would say, since the vivid image of that transformation had been recorded as a tattoo until many years later. The break ended when the bell rang in every corner of the school. The students ran back to their classrooms, and through the crowd, Amelia's graceful figure lurched as she carried her list of students that she always used to evaluate us. I called it the "Final Judgment's List," since she was never named in the same order, that made the evaluation always tense, but strangely, it was fascinating.

"How strange," I thought, "and fascinating", while I saw the cave of hands' painting from Santa Cruz, Argentina. According to the research, all left hands were engraved with white/ red pigments, as red rocks were quite valuable in prehistoric ages. The cave painting is dated between 9000 and 13000 years ago. Even so, it is almost surreal to think why those hands were recorded. The hands look like the reflection of a crowd. Instead, the painter probably used bone-made pipes held in their right hand while making the hand projection with his left hand. Now I understand why Ernest Hello said that " Art is a force that blows the roof of the cave where we crouch imprisoned. "

The class had started. I waited in silence while some classmates displayed their books. Their summaries were concise, and their opinions were too short. Amelia was sitting in the center of the

By the end of the day, classes were over, and students were already leaving through the school's front door. I was also heading towards the exit when Amelia approached me. She came to tell me that the presentation had been surreal. I did not know how to interpret those words. Was it good, or was it wrong? Amelia noticed the stupor in my eyes, and then she told me that she had seen my passion and interest in the book; besides that, she found the written summary that I had done interesting. But the most surprising thing will come later when he offered to teach me how to read and write about a subject in depth. I was surprised. Amelia never provided extra help, and her comments were always focused on what the students needed to improve. Amelia considered it useless to talk about the good things since they don't need to be modified and wastes time. Still, I liked to hear I wasn't terrible, but I didn't dare say so.

Before leaving, I took courage and asked why she wanted to help me. However, I reserve my words, and I decided to accept her help. Amelia smiled softly as she handed me the written summary of the book. Afterward, Amelia sighed slightly as the scent of her perfume swept through the entire staff room and said that all humans go through a metamorphic process, where pain, doubt, and vulnerability dominate and overshadow reason. Her words were etched like cave paintings in my memory. Art is a reminder of the transformation of man and his interaction with nature. While the cave paintings in that Santa Cruz' cavern was "the room" where that stranger caveman reflected his interpretation of change and transformation in the midst of indomitable and indecipherable nature. in The Metamorphosis, Gregor's room was the cavern where one more history of the human race began and culminated; however, it would remain engraved on the "modern caves" or books as we, humans, have called them now.

Amelia knew the importance of knowledge. Her struggle to teach and express how valuable is the gift of perpetually shaping an idea that can serve future generations was her most significant goal. Since it is thanks to ancient knowledge, it has slowly been possible to understand the connection of nature with human beings. Even so, nature is always astonishing and mysterious, which is why there is never time enough to understand it. Still, there is always time to capture it in the collective memory of humans; And maybe, just maybe, it will help you find the meaning of their individual Metamorphosis.

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ENGL 2280 Nonfiction Piece 6- Braided Essay

Course: Intro Creative Nonfiction (HU) (ENGL 2280)

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Students shared 3 documents in this course

University: Salt Lake Community College

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August 2nd, 2021
Nonfiction Piece 6: Braided Essay
ENGL 2280- Intro to Creative Nonfiction (HU)
Professor Brenda Sieczkowski
Student: Jessica Ducuara
Amelia: when humans are metamorphic cavemen.
“Whether in cave paintings or the latest uses of the Internet, human beings have always told their
histories and truths through parable and fable. We are inveterate storytellers.” Beeban Kidron
Nature is always astonishing and mysterious, which is why there is never time enough to
understand it. Through time, humans have to try to express in words what nature is. However, it
was never an obstacle to document all kinds of events occurring around those ancient humans.
Probably, it was a necessity more than a simple manifestation of an idea over the rock. Still, its
meaning remains elusive for many archeologists who are still debating the reason for the onset of
the human instinct to make art. Part of the mystery inside the cave painting origins is the scarce
information available about the civilizations that presided over modern humans. I still remember
when I found a cave painting for the first time. I learned that each of the images found in caves
represents the long journeys that our ancestors made across the planet, showing us that the
environment is transforming. When the sun rises, when a plant is born, we write a book or compose
a piece of music. Everything is constant transformation, some provoked, others unexpected.
When I was a high school student, I still remember the day I read The Metamorphosis by Franz
Kafka during a break. I read the book a few days ago but, for some reason, the content through

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