Media SELF-PORTRAIT
The audio clip shows the imperfect side of me. I am loud, I have a honking-like way of laughing. But when you get me smiling, nothing matters to me. I’m usually reserved, and try to present myself in a sophisticated, social manner and thats something really important to me – putting on an impressive front. But genuine laughter will always come before that. I don’t have perfect teeth and my smile is crooked, this audio clip is just one imperfect fraction that makes up a side of me not usually seen.
exercise is important to me. It relieved so much stress that going through hard times was almost bearable.
I wasn’t good at math, I couldn’t force myself to be interested in science, and being creative was so hard. But I knew how to move my body and make it do what i want to do.
unlike the other subjects i finally felt i had some sort of control. and that for me alleviated so much stress. losing control or feeling like you have no control/less control is stressful and is the foundation of a downward spiral.
The audio clips have two components, my conversation with someone and my laughter. My laughter is imperfect, unchangeable, loud and annoying. four qualities I absolutely loath in anything but hypocritically disregarded when I laugh.
The conversation is reflective of my need for company.
The four images I chose specifically because they each do or represent something specifically regarding me. Like my infatuation with lighting and man-made infrastructure, my love for art, and my unconventional ideas and theories.
Night time drives during the summer is one of the only events in which I can feel utterly and wholly content (Shown in the two videos). They also show me playing around with the lens which appeals to my curiosity.
The text is something I wrote that shows a side of my creativity not reflected in my photography. I really enjoy writing and it plays a huge part in who I am.
50 WORDS OF TEXT
“Never happy” were the words reverberating through her soul, a two lyric melody sung by a soulless choir. The single tear that fell from her half-closed lids had more life in it than she.
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