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interpretation of the Radiohead song.
it’s a photo of a photo.. so it’s blurrier than the original..
updated video project. Click Save As…
End of the semester is kicking my ass.. and mentally draining. Doing these depressing photo and video projects is taking its toll on my sanity.. now lack of.
so, if you’re really bored.. take a look at what i did w/ the dolls for my Time Arts class. (click Save as…for video).. this was only the beginning.. the photos are next..comments always welcome
-starring who else.. but Cynthia..
about the video
I didn’t know how I would approach the footage I got from NYC and the footage I got from the Cynthia/Doll setup until I sat down in front of the eMac and picked thru the footage. Now why were dolls involved? Well, they didn’t remind me of childhood since I never played w/ dolls (that’s right.. it was only stuffed animals, thankyou). They seemed demonic, frightening, and very intimidating. Sometimes the people I’ve come to observe on campus seem that way.. all sort of robotic, intimidating, ugly, and full of fear.
Why is she holding a blow dryer? maybe she wanted to blow her brains out.
The sped-up footage of streets was incorporated a sense of anxiety with being confused and estranged in the city. Contemplating the dark streets of city lights and people and how it is home.
The footage from the top of the building didnt have any thought behind it.. maybe subconsciously, who knows.. but I dont think I meant it to be a suicidal thought.. but when i first saw it on the big screen in class today, that thought certainly came across.. maybe a little too obviously for my tastes.
i think coming to Syracuse really brought some intense emotions..’cause I doubt I would’ve came up w/ this stuff in high school since everything seemed so sugar-coated. everything i’ve concentrated on this year is depressing, in terms of artworks. sort of bothersome.
another fisheye..
This photo helps me greatly with the art I’m working on now. The ideas of isolationism, alienation, comformity, and uneasiness of the ‘real world’. Although I am rarely the “depressed one”, I deal with many insecurities that hinder my ability to fully be happy and accepting of this situation.
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