words and pictures
"I don't like make up or costumes, I like laugh wrinkles and conversation." - me
-I'm going to be a photographer.
-why?
-so I can wake up smiling
This is a different type of post.
and I begin it with the most cliche opening to a rant, an article or any other published item...
[the following is a tangent, writers usually include these to build up to the point, I thought I'd spare you by pointing this out as well as the point of my post]
every once in awhile something catches your attention reels you in and changes your perception or better yet reveals what you already knew about yourself or the world. Apart from my daily tea that is delicious (a habit I recently have aquired as the final result of a night with acid, but thats a story for another time and dont mind my use of delicious...it is what it is) my day includes a stop by the compy to check the mail, a quick laugh at the daily comics, a trip to sg that further brightens up my day, worrying about my student group ( Latin American Student Organization, presidents worry thats what we do) and studying my languages (spanish and japanese) with the occasional break to work out or eat or whatever the day might bring. This has been my life for the last few weeks that winter break from college usually brings. end tangent Anyway the point is its very easy to be carried away by a routine that you have set for yourself and lose sight of why life is important to you and what you want out of it. Today I saw something that put my 8 x 6 life into a 11 x 12 frame and it connected just right to a new border I placed there a long time ago. (if none of this makes sense right now do worry by the end it will, I hope)
this is not a blog about depression or any of the like.
It is about a boy that continues to find out more on himself and the world he lives in
( I firmly believe that a man is not a man until he is comfortable with calling himself as such)
When I was young I was an aspiring artist with radio-headphones
tonight while I write to..well myself I look outa dark curtain window to an empty surburban neighborhood with only sounds to keep me company. The tv, down the wooden stairs that sit to the left of a desk cluttered with papers and textbooks, still tuned to a channel which has changed my life twice now. Once when I was little, not old enough to speak, I learned the alphabet from it and the second time just 30 minutes ago when I watched the biography of Annie Leibovitz a photographer that has been influencial in all of our lives whether you know it or not. (if you have any spare time google her and you'll be surprised) Both my step father and my little sister snoring which clearly shows that his traits have been passed down. The outside in which the faint sounds of a train passing, horn blowing and all, as well as the bells close to the street signaling its sudden arrival then its departure. And finally the sound of my own voice in head telling me to write faster or I'll definitely forget a crucial part of the story while I paint my scenery in words.
By the way this was another tangent if you haven't noticed by now. I didnt include it in qoutations because I wanted to draw a picture,as crude and poorly written as it was, because that is what the biography did for me. It made me take a picture of myself.( Without good lighting, make-up, good clothing, or even a good camera) And included in this photo I saw me how I always have been or rather when I started to see who I was, an aspiring artist with radio-head phones, tuned to the only radio station that still played classical music and jazz, a short light-skinned boy with horrible fashion sense (lol at least Im not short anymore), carrying a heavy black box with a handle, that inside layed my alto saxophone laced with dreams to play in an orchestra that had no place for a sax, and a mind that included a will to show people how I saw life.
This show made such an impact on me it inspired me to put down my thoughts. It made me thin ks about the relation between media and reality. If you dont understand what I'm talking about think about this: everytime you read a book and you're so into it, the author does such a good job that you can see the expresions on the characters faces or a record so packed with emotion your heart literally breaks with every note that comes out or a picture so packed with joy that it both makes you laugh and your eyes water at the exact same time. Seeing this documentary made me remember that art mimics life but a best its only a skewed mirror. At best a photgraph can only capture a fraction of a persons character, a painting can only convey but so much, a song can only express one emotion, a film is only one moment in time, there are no words that describe certain events. Life simply can not be contained. These thoughts have always been in my head but this documentary made me look at life again to see it once more for what it is, amazing.
"I don't like make up or costumes, I like laugh wrinkles and conversation." - me
-I'm going to be a photographer.
-why?
-so I can wake up smiling
This is a different type of post.
and I begin it with the most cliche opening to a rant, an article or any other published item...
[the following is a tangent, writers usually include these to build up to the point, I thought I'd spare you by pointing this out as well as the point of my post]
every once in awhile something catches your attention reels you in and changes your perception or better yet reveals what you already knew about yourself or the world. Apart from my daily tea that is delicious (a habit I recently have aquired as the final result of a night with acid, but thats a story for another time and dont mind my use of delicious...it is what it is) my day includes a stop by the compy to check the mail, a quick laugh at the daily comics, a trip to sg that further brightens up my day, worrying about my student group ( Latin American Student Organization, presidents worry thats what we do) and studying my languages (spanish and japanese) with the occasional break to work out or eat or whatever the day might bring. This has been my life for the last few weeks that winter break from college usually brings. end tangent Anyway the point is its very easy to be carried away by a routine that you have set for yourself and lose sight of why life is important to you and what you want out of it. Today I saw something that put my 8 x 6 life into a 11 x 12 frame and it connected just right to a new border I placed there a long time ago. (if none of this makes sense right now do worry by the end it will, I hope)
this is not a blog about depression or any of the like.
It is about a boy that continues to find out more on himself and the world he lives in
( I firmly believe that a man is not a man until he is comfortable with calling himself as such)
When I was young I was an aspiring artist with radio-headphones
tonight while I write to..well myself I look outa dark curtain window to an empty surburban neighborhood with only sounds to keep me company. The tv, down the wooden stairs that sit to the left of a desk cluttered with papers and textbooks, still tuned to a channel which has changed my life twice now. Once when I was little, not old enough to speak, I learned the alphabet from it and the second time just 30 minutes ago when I watched the biography of Annie Leibovitz a photographer that has been influencial in all of our lives whether you know it or not. (if you have any spare time google her and you'll be surprised) Both my step father and my little sister snoring which clearly shows that his traits have been passed down. The outside in which the faint sounds of a train passing, horn blowing and all, as well as the bells close to the street signaling its sudden arrival then its departure. And finally the sound of my own voice in head telling me to write faster or I'll definitely forget a crucial part of the story while I paint my scenery in words.
By the way this was another tangent if you haven't noticed by now. I didnt include it in qoutations because I wanted to draw a picture,as crude and poorly written as it was, because that is what the biography did for me. It made me take a picture of myself.( Without good lighting, make-up, good clothing, or even a good camera) And included in this photo I saw me how I always have been or rather when I started to see who I was, an aspiring artist with radio-head phones, tuned to the only radio station that still played classical music and jazz, a short light-skinned boy with horrible fashion sense (lol at least Im not short anymore), carrying a heavy black box with a handle, that inside layed my alto saxophone laced with dreams to play in an orchestra that had no place for a sax, and a mind that included a will to show people how I saw life.
This show made such an impact on me it inspired me to put down my thoughts. It made me thin ks about the relation between media and reality. If you dont understand what I'm talking about think about this: everytime you read a book and you're so into it, the author does such a good job that you can see the expresions on the characters faces or a record so packed with emotion your heart literally breaks with every note that comes out or a picture so packed with joy that it both makes you laugh and your eyes water at the exact same time. Seeing this documentary made me remember that art mimics life but a best its only a skewed mirror. At best a photgraph can only capture a fraction of a persons character, a painting can only convey but so much, a song can only express one emotion, a film is only one moment in time, there are no words that describe certain events. Life simply can not be contained. These thoughts have always been in my head but this documentary made me look at life again to see it once more for what it is, amazing.
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