Ever feel like the world is falling apart beneath your feet?
Ever feel like everything is changing and you can only watch it all slide away?
I made this the night before Cal Day, an orientation thing at Berkeley. I hadn't decided which college to go to yet. I had an empty Typography 4 frame for about a month before I finally filled it with...
An experiment, yes, but also a representation of the confusion. I put the 'i' on top of everything, though, because there was still hope and future. There still is.
After almost a month since Fifteen, I'm back. And three months since Fourteen. An amazing amount of time has passed, yet my voice has remained the same. Arial Black and Garamond. My photo, traced in shaky vector shapes. [Setup for the photo involved a blowdryer and a mirror for reference.] A rocky explosion of thought, sound expressed in shapes, taste expressed in colors. The grey matter has a life of its own, as do the words at the bottom. As always, they are independent of each other, but speak together. 16mm? Film. There are many variations of this, of the words and their placement, but I'm happy with this. I'm confused, scared, and unsure of the future. But I'm happy, satisfied, and enjoying my life. Come what may, I'll be ready.
I'm alive. I'm living, breathing, hoping, dreaming. I'm still the person that was standing in front of the dark castle in [link] , but I'm not as afraid of the future as I was then. I've grown, if even just a little.
[edit: though i do want to keep the background words as faded as possible, i did alter the levels to bring them out. my intention was to portray a mess of thoughts, with two being clearly crystalized, distinct and brutal in their direct observation. fin.]