Post #6

By -

Reading Response

There have been many times in my life when I have felt insignificant. At a younger age, and sometimes even in recent years, it could bring me to tears to think about how little I will likely impact the world. I want to make a difference, or at least be remembered, and the thought of never living up to either of those things scares me. Perhaps it is less fear of not going down in history, and more fear of never amounting to anything worthwhile.
When I was very young, maybe 4 or 5, sometimes my mom or dad would wake me and my siblings up in the middle of the night and we'd drive a little way down the road until we got to a clearing. We'd get out of the van in the cold, wet night, and mom would lay a blanket down on the ground and we'd watch the stars. I believe she only did this if there was a meteor shower, and we'd lay there and watch stars fly by. Afterward, we'd all pile back into the van and drive home, and mom would make everyone hot chocolate before we'd go back to bed. 
When you see a shooting star, you're supposed to make a wish. If I remembered anything I wished for as a child, I still wouldn't say, because it's bad luck. The point is, each one of those shooting stars was only visible to Earth for a fraction of a second, and if no one had seen it, what difference would it have made? But there was one girl laying on a blanket with her family who noticed that flash of a star and gave it meaning. And I like to think that if I can just be like one of those stars, I'll be all right. 

Inspiration



Work



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Movement as Mark

By -
Image
Movement as Mark Battery Oil paint on paper                 For this assignment, the class was tasked with creating marks using nontraditional methods. Instead of using a brush, pen, etc., we were to use a movement that created a mark which could not traditionally replicated. In this case, a pen could hypothetically be used, for example by fastening it to your wrist and snapping your fingers near the paper, thereby creating flicks with the ink that would be hard to reproduce any other way.           In the case of my project, I opted for a more violent approach, so to speak. When presented with the assignment, the first thing that came to my mind was punching. What sort of mark would that leave? Originally, I toyed with the idea of coating my hands in charcoal and punching the paper. However, I decided this choice would likely leave very soft, dusty marks, and I wanted to make sure the marks created were hard and so...
Read more

Walk the Line

By -
Walk the Line College Town Video           For this project, I walked very slowly down St. George Street, then sped up the footage to make it appear as if I am moving at a normal rate, while everyone around me is moving quickly. I wore a Flagler College sweater to signify that I am a student. This is an idea I had had earlier and considered doing for the One Mark Against Many project, but decided it did not neatly fit the criteria, and scrapped it. I was thankful this assignment happened, because I really enjoyed this concept.           As a college student, or perhaps, as a person who has only recently been thrust into the throngs of adulthood, I am left with an ever-present consciousness of time and its constant passing. I am nearly halfway through my undergraduate education, yet it feels like I just started this year. It's difficult to wrap my mind around the idea that everything I currently know will be gone before I have ...
Read more

Post #3

By -
Image
Reading Response I have often wondered what it would be like to lose a sense. Having had all of them for as long as I've been alive, I imagine losing one is much harder than having started without one in the first place. There is a certain understanding and sensation which comes with each sense that can only be truly described through experience. It's something like a brief moment of scent which suddenly reminds you of a feeling you had when you were little, which is gone just as quickly as it arrived, leaving you wondering how to possibly describe that scent or feeling. Senses are personal experiences that the user is exclusively privy to. Taste is unique, that we know for sure. No one has the exact same palate as another (although they all tend to generalize out as we grow older). Who's to say all other experiences of senses are universally shared? Who's to say the experience I call "redness" is even the same as yours? What if my experience of the world i...
Read more