Posing with my late grandfather's 50's camera.
I often breathe stories into inanimate objects and unspoken events. I often think about people and all the human connections that occur in the day to day activities of life.
I stare up at airplanes and look into cars and building windows and imagine the real life people sitting inside. People on their way to their jobs or going on a vacation or seeing their loved ones. People receiving good news or bad news or just trying to survive. People having life-changing events happening to them right now as we continue on with our own lives. I like to think about them.
I look at dates on pennies and quarters and I imagine the people from those decades using them to buy things that are now archaic and obsolete but were new during that time. People from the past using this very coin to buy a movie ticket or a book. I think about who the president was during that time and what major historic events occurred.
I imagine the same thing when I go to thrift stores and buy clothes and vinyl records and I think about the previous owners, listening to the same music and wearing the same article of clothing that I reincarnated. Things that gave them joy at some point in their life, now transferred to me.
But sometimes this kind of thinking gets me in trouble. Like when I look at married couples and imagine them engaging in sexual activities. Or when I look at processed meat and imagine the animal dying and getting chopped up and getting passed down a factory line and all the many things that took place for the food to end up on my plate. Or when I look at doorknobs or movie theater seats or shopping carts and I imagine the hundreds of people who touched these things, people with diseases, people with sicknesses…
Even though it disturbs me, I can’t help thinking this way. I make up these imaginary stories to try and discover the intricate webs that bind us. These things are just that, things, and yet we pass them down to one another, unconsciously leaving a piece of ourselves in a stranger’s life. I wonder what strangers imagine when they see me. What life they create in their minds for me to inhabit...
I don’t mean to change the subject here but I found a really cool video from Sundance and I wanted to share it on my blog. It’s a creative short that features the sexy Joseph Gordon-Levitt and you almost have to watch it twice to pick up on the interesting (and witty!) language the story creates:
I stare up at airplanes and look into cars and building windows and imagine the real life people sitting inside. People on their way to their jobs or going on a vacation or seeing their loved ones. People receiving good news or bad news or just trying to survive. People having life-changing events happening to them right now as we continue on with our own lives. I like to think about them.
I look at dates on pennies and quarters and I imagine the people from those decades using them to buy things that are now archaic and obsolete but were new during that time. People from the past using this very coin to buy a movie ticket or a book. I think about who the president was during that time and what major historic events occurred.
I imagine the same thing when I go to thrift stores and buy clothes and vinyl records and I think about the previous owners, listening to the same music and wearing the same article of clothing that I reincarnated. Things that gave them joy at some point in their life, now transferred to me.
But sometimes this kind of thinking gets me in trouble. Like when I look at married couples and imagine them engaging in sexual activities. Or when I look at processed meat and imagine the animal dying and getting chopped up and getting passed down a factory line and all the many things that took place for the food to end up on my plate. Or when I look at doorknobs or movie theater seats or shopping carts and I imagine the hundreds of people who touched these things, people with diseases, people with sicknesses…
Even though it disturbs me, I can’t help thinking this way. I make up these imaginary stories to try and discover the intricate webs that bind us. These things are just that, things, and yet we pass them down to one another, unconsciously leaving a piece of ourselves in a stranger’s life. I wonder what strangers imagine when they see me. What life they create in their minds for me to inhabit...
I don’t mean to change the subject here but I found a really cool video from Sundance and I wanted to share it on my blog. It’s a creative short that features the sexy Joseph Gordon-Levitt and you almost have to watch it twice to pick up on the interesting (and witty!) language the story creates:
2 comments:
love this outfit, the rolled up jeans are great! thanks for your comments!
whoaa such a cool camera! and i love your nails
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