Man from his Memories
This series focuses on a larger concentration, a deconstruction of humanity from and to it’s most essential prosthesis. This is specifically focusing on how each of our identities as individuals are composed by who and where we come from. How we view this past, our ancestors, is by utilizing photographs, but by forming a perspective off of these initially skewed representations, we form our identities from what is not reality. This series demonstrates an individual attempting to separate themselves from their established identity in order to develop a raw perspective.
Technically, these were achieved by Katy Lipscomb manually applying family photographs, ranging from old to new, across the upper chest and face. A clever combination of adhesives was used which did cause actual pain when tearing off, so much of the pained expression is legitimate. Due to the dramatic nature, a black background was used. Because of this background, my dark hair would have blended in, so we decided to dye it blonde to get the appropriate results. I understand the irony of having actually altered my identity in doing so. We played around with different light sources, but the straight on effect yielded the best results.
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- Both of us combined: Tell me of any tunes strike your fancy! We're taking a rest stop, did you hear? Yep ....5 hours....hahaha...this means 56 more rest stops. Have we even left school yet? Doubts. This is parking lot. Circling the art building. Doing donuts in football field. We left, got scared, returned to the safe shell that is our education. Either that or I smell Disney. Of only. ): :D. I want to take our bus driver, put him in slacks without a shirt on, have him stand calf-deep in that swamp near Beth's, have him hold a lamp with the cord dangling into the water. Early morning, fog photoshoot. What kind of sick fantasy is this? Look at him, it would be perfect. Where do you find a pedophile in Alpharetta. It's too perfect, he's just been handed to us. I like this song, I think. I definitely like this song. I was just about to say something. Haha. And as for bus driver I don't think I want to see him shirtless. Just imagine the Beach Goers Exposed esque back hair. Mmmmmmm. Crunchy. Rich with life. Spotted. Why do you put these images in my head? You love it. Mmmmm... God. Not I just want to watch him eat a stick of butter on a mountaintop. Freedom. I can picture it. And I don't want to. You suck. He needs long flowing hair. And to be half horse.
Want a girl to fall in love with you?
Sing this simple tune on a romantic night out.
Please Woo Responsibly
I was seven once. I still own this.
Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends
Mothers can’t spell