The homework assignment (yes, 49 and I still have homework) was to create a surreal collage using our own image somewhere in the collage.
Surreal eh? Well, okay - i will throw a few interesting images together and slap my face somewhere and call it done. (I'm also working on my final project which is an altered book consuming all my creative energy) I lost a few hours doing this, actually listening to surreal music, something i never really knew existed and yet was a perfect background to my daze of searching, cutting, planning and pasting.
This morning when i really looked at it I thought - "this looks like a mad version of cinderella, my version" The more i looked the more i identified with the whole damn thing which really did take place subconsciously as I was only trying to meet a deadline.
The emaciated (starving for male validation) body holding a blank mask (whatever he needs me to be) but a crown on my head makes it look like a good thing - the man, i'm gonna assume some kind of professional due to the paperclips (??) is on the other side of my room in the asylum, complete with yellow brick road - encased in mist and clouds (as if heavenly) and yes, a dog like most men i've chosen to fall in love with. I have a thing for red shoes, and this is what is offered, a single red shoe. Not complete, and not exactly what i prefer - which is comfort.
Yikes.
Surreal isn't supposed to have any meaning- except to whoever is looking at it - whatever they can pull from it and make their own. For me, it's dreaming while awake and not thinking about what images i'm pulling, only that they fit. That they are right.
This is probably my favorite assignment in this course so far.
Surreal eh? Well, okay - i will throw a few interesting images together and slap my face somewhere and call it done. (I'm also working on my final project which is an altered book consuming all my creative energy) I lost a few hours doing this, actually listening to surreal music, something i never really knew existed and yet was a perfect background to my daze of searching, cutting, planning and pasting.
This morning when i really looked at it I thought - "this looks like a mad version of cinderella, my version" The more i looked the more i identified with the whole damn thing which really did take place subconsciously as I was only trying to meet a deadline.
The emaciated (starving for male validation) body holding a blank mask (whatever he needs me to be) but a crown on my head makes it look like a good thing - the man, i'm gonna assume some kind of professional due to the paperclips (??) is on the other side of my room in the asylum, complete with yellow brick road - encased in mist and clouds (as if heavenly) and yes, a dog like most men i've chosen to fall in love with. I have a thing for red shoes, and this is what is offered, a single red shoe. Not complete, and not exactly what i prefer - which is comfort.
Yikes.
Surreal isn't supposed to have any meaning- except to whoever is looking at it - whatever they can pull from it and make their own. For me, it's dreaming while awake and not thinking about what images i'm pulling, only that they fit. That they are right.
This is probably my favorite assignment in this course so far.
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