Art Analysis: The Virgin Mary

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Growing up as a Mexican catholic I never did understand why I was always told to pray for a certain peace of art. I would see others do it which made me believe that it was the normal thing to do, along with seeing the same art piece around my whole house, but time is what lead me to understand that praying to that certain art piece was not what everyone did but what most Catholics did. I understood that the Virgin de Guadalupe (Virgin Mary) was a certain peace of art that most Mexican people believed in, what my people believed in. Because this art piece represents my people I choose to analysis the Virgin Mary which is hanging in the Basilica of our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico City. I certainly believe this piece of art is

What I means is that I have been taking a class about music in film and I have noticed that there is no authenticity when it come to music playing in films. For example, back in the day most movies made had composers that created original sounds and melodies for the films. In some cases, composers made unique melody’s that became very well known, so known that if someone would hear the melody they would automatically know from what film it was from. Furthermore, now in most movies the music we hear are mostly songs have been made up and used before. It is the music we hear on the radio on a daily

Without creativity and the well in being yourself nothing original will be done or produced. Although, I believe being creative is the value of maintaining authenticity being creative does not necessary mean paint something different or the capacity of creating something new. Being creative is just being able to think for yourself and be able to imagine things. In other words, the ability of being being yourself. Although this life experience I am about to share has nothing to do with the digital cultural I believe this experience somehow relates to the topic of “maintaining authenticity”. Well, to me it does relate to it since right after I read the question this experience came into mind. Ever since I could remember I was always labeled as the Mexican one which made me believe that I was much more Mexican than American. But it wasn’t until I visited Mexico for the first time when I realized that I wasn’t too Mexican or too American. Furthermore, the point is that I noticed my Spanish wasn’t as good, and the girls were nothing like me. I noticed they were doing what they were both told by traditions and society which was to leave school and get married. Their way of thinking and their way of living is what shocked me the most. It seemed like they didn’t want to be unique and be that girl who actually wants to think for themselves instead it seemed like they wanted